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I take her hands in mine. “Yeah. I can’t lose you, baby.” My voice cracks as I’m speaking, but I don’t care.
She leans forward, capturing my face in her hands. “You’re not going to. I’ll never leave you. I promise. It would break me.”
I grab her, our lips meeting in a frenzied kiss. “I can’t…” I murmur into her.
“You can’t what?” She pulls at my shirt, then fumbles with my belt.
“I can’t lose you.” I know I’m repeating myself, but I need her to understand what she means to me.
“You won’t.” I break our kiss and yank her top over her head, then claim her lips again, pulling down the cups of her bra and tweaking her nipples. “Please, Hunter… please…” I undo her jeans and she raises her ass off of the couch so I can pull them down, before I tear through her panties, ripping them at the seams. She squeals, then looks up at me. “I—I want to touch you. Please let me touch you.”
“You don’t have to ask, baby.” She’s breathless, but so am I, and I stand, unfastening my jeans and pushing them down, along with my trunks. She sits forward, wrapping her fingers around me, her eyes wide and locked on mine as she licks her lips. I think that’s unconsciously done, but my dick twitches and she startles. “Don’t panic. That happens when my cock gets excited.”
“And it’s excited?”
“Very.”
“Because I’m touching you?”
“And because you licked your lips.” She looks confused. “It’s an anticipation thing.”
“Oh. I see.”
“Hey… there’s no pressure. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“And if I do?”
“Then I’m not gonna stop you.” She smiles and leans a little closer, opening her mouth and running her tongue around the tip of my cock. I undo my shirt buttons, sucking in a breath and gritting my teeth as she takes me into her mouth. “Oh… fuck, that’s good. That’s per—”
“Hunter? Are you in here?” A male voice rings out.
I pull back and Livia releases me, jumping up from the couch. “It’s Drew.”
I lean over and help her pull on her jeans. “What about my panties?” she whispers.
“Hunter? Where are you?” Drew’s getting closer, but I ignore him.
“They’re torn to shreds. Don’t worry about them. Just do up your jeans.” She nods and fastens them while I straighten her bra and then bend down, retrieving her top. “Here… put this on,” I say, handing it over, before I focus on making myself look presentable. I’ve just about done up my jeans when Drew pokes his head around the door.
“Oh, shit…” He ducks back out again and calls, “Sorry.”
I look down at Livia. Her top is askew and her hair disheveled. Frankly, she’s never looked sexier, but now probably isn’t the time to mention that. I finish fastening my belt, and even though my shirt is still undone, I call out, “It’s okay. You can come in now.”
Drew appears in the doorway again. I’d like to say he looks embarrassed, but he doesn’t. He can barely control his grin. Livia leans up and whispers, “I’m gonna go upstairs.” I nod my head and she darts across the room, ducking past Drew without another word.
I wait until the sound of her footsteps has faded into the distance and then turn back to my brother.
“In case you didn’t guess, I screwed up my introduction before. Livia isn’t just my PA.”
“I guessed there might be something going on, just from the way she was looking at you, but I didn’t realize you’d become a total cliché.”
I’d expected him to call me that, but with things between Livia and me being the way they are, it rankles. “A cliché?”
“Yeah. You’re just the same as Dad.”
I step forward, seeing red. “Don’t ever say that to me.”
He doesn’t flinch, despite my raised voice. “Why not? It’s true. At least in this instance. Honestly… what’s the difference between his relationship with Doreen, and what you’re doing with Livia?”
