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The word more ran in a loop across her mind, and one particularly well-placed thrust had her keening. “Zaaaaaaane…”

“Going to hit that spot a hundred more times, babe.”

His pelvis ground against her heat. Harder. Deeper. The world shimmered, and her body began to shake. Everything she thought she knew about sex and pleasure flew out the window. “I’m going to…”

“Do it!” He cupped her head and pressed it against his chest. “I want you to shatter into a million pieces.”

Emotions exploded—sudden and intense.

“Zane.”

“I got you, Liv.”

Her body began to dissolve along with a couple of hard-won defenses. How had he managed it? One last drive of his body set off her release. Pleasure spiraled as he unleashed the last of his assault.

Hanging on for dear life, she gave in to the pleasure blackout and heard Zane’s roar of release.

How had she underestimated him?

TWELVE

Zane walked into Olivia’s studio and added the elegant line of her neck to the growing list of attributes he found fascinating. A list that told him he was in the deepest kind of trouble. Two days had passed since they’d become intimate, and his hunger for her company had taken on a life of its own.

Would he ever be satiated?

He cleared his throat and watched her turn with a happy smile. “Hey, Liv.”

“Hi, handsome.”

He looked over his shoulder. “Who ya talking to?”

“You, silly!”

“When was the last time you had your eyes checked?”

“Two months ago.” She bit her bottom lip. “And I have near-perfect vision.”

“Don’t know how that’s possible,” he muttered, gripping the door frame. “I wanted to let you know I’ll be in the yard working on the Ferris wheel.”

Tipping her head, she frowned. “Well, that’s disappointing.” She stood and held out her hand. “I thought you came by to make out and…stuff.”

He took her outstretched hand and pulled her into his chest. “Really?”

“Well, yeah.”

Closing his eyes, he soaked in the pleasure of her touch. “Liv, you’ve got a deadline, and I…

“Can’t wait another minute to do the naughty things we didn’t get to the other night?”

“No!” He stepped back. “Don’t distract me, woman.”

She stepped forward. “Party pooper.”

“That’s not what you said when we were on round three.”

“That was more than twenty-four hours ago.” She pressed her hand against his chest. “The memory has faded, and I can barely recall what it felt like to have you…”

He covered her mouth. “You’ve got to have some mercy, babe.” Looking up, he let out a groan. “I’m trying to do the right thing.”

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