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“To what exactly?”

“Everything.”

Biting back a vile curse, he did his best not to blackout as Olivia’s tight heat welcomed him. “Feel that?”

Dragging her mouth across his collarbone, she nipped his skin. “Yes.”

“Me too.” His heart vibrated like a tuning fork as his body moved like the raging ocean. Lifting his gaze, he was instantly pinned by Liv’s beautiful eyes. “Everywhere,” he grunted. “I feel you everywhere.”

“I’ve got you,” she said, her nails digging into his skin. “Stay with me.”

Her warm breath coasted across his face. Head to toe, there wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t sensitized to her presence.

His need spun out as the sound of her hips slapping against the water bounced off the tile. Rational thought vanished, and she stilled. He slid his hand between their bodies and sent her over the edge. Joining her a moment later, he gritted out her name, his muscles jerking as he released his seed.

A rare satisfaction brushed across his soul, and he had a bad feeling that she was the woman who would either ruin him or give him every happiness he didn’t deserve.

FOURTEEN

The next day, Zane strolled down Main Street with Olivia and decided that their liaison having a better than fifty-fifty chance of making Chornobyl look like a children’s party wasn’t that big of a deal.

A fact he should share with the last army psych he saw, if only because it would make her feel like he’d put some of her wise counsel into practice. Mentally giving himself a high-five, he knew that holding hands with a woman in public was some damn fine mental health.

“Zane…”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Did you hear my question?”

“Sorry, I missed it.” He closed one eye. “I was…

“Making a pro and con list?”

“No,” he sputtered.

“I find that hard to believe,” she ran her eyes over him slowly, “since you appeared to be convincing yourself to stay on the right side of things so you’d have a shot at every single one of your dirty ideas.”

He slowed their pace. “Liv, we both know you’re a lot naughtier than me.”

“Just because I’ve done some research on the benefits of a sex swing in no way suggests that I possess more deviant proclivities.” She let out a disgruntled huff.

“Well aware of that.” Pulling her under a flowering plum tree, he tipped her chin. “Can you repeat the question?”

She batted her eyelashes. “I forgot.”

“No, you didn’t.” Doing the unthinkable, he bent down and kissed her. He’d never been one to put his personal life on blast, but damn if he could stop himself from showing the woman his affection.

A word he would’ve sworn he was incapable of using.

“Too bad they don’t come in a size that would accommodate us.”

He laughed against her mouth and knew she was yanking his chain since audacity was her middle name. “I’m fairly competent at rigging things together, so never say never.”

She pressed their mouths together and then stepped back. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Please do.” He tilted his head toward the coffee shop. “You ready for lunch?”

“Yes, please.”

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