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“Hush.”

He dropped his head against the pillow and growled when her hand fisted his dick confidently. Instantly, his stomach filled with pressure as she gave him a tight stroke and then another.

Lifting his head, he tried not to pass out when he saw her mouth wrap around his girth. Olivia’s beautiful lips brushed over the head, followed by her tongue. His balls felt like they might explode. “Damn…”

Another light lick had his hips jumping off the bed and his vision blurring. He fisted the sheets and told himself absolutely under no circumstance to drive himself into the sweet heat of her mouth. Moaning, she took at least four inches, tightened her lips, and dragged them back up to the tip. “That’s so good, Liv.”

Humming, she moved back down his length, and he decided that anything less than full worship would not do when it came to his Olivia.

His nerve endings exploded like bombs beneath his skin. Every stroke went directly to his belly and sped him toward a climax. He dug his toes into the mattress as his hips thrust slow and nasty. Opening his eyes, he saw his girl’s lips stretch as she sunk down to his root, her beautiful eyes on him the whole time.

Was she turned on too? The light in her eyes suggested she was. He held back his climax through some miraculous effort and roared, “Come here, Liv.” He manhandled her so she was sitting on his chest and facing away. “Go ahead; you can resume your torture now.”

He got a sassy smile in response and then watched her bend forward, wrapping her mouth over his pulsing erection. Not wasting a minute, he tugged her hips back just enough. “So wet, babe. Is that what sucking me off does to you?” He greeted her with his tongue and slowly stroked her tiny nub up and back.

She gave him a low groan as she worked his length. Damn, he loved having her ass in the air as he licked her sweet honey. Good freaking morning to him. Her thighs trembled as she went for broke on his dick; whimpering, she sucked down to the base as he lashed his tongue against her bundle of nerves again and again.

His breath labored; he pumped his hips and doubled his efforts, swearing that he would taste her release before he gave in.

“Zane!”

She ground against his mouth, and cum shot out of his cock so fast he almost lost consciousness. Flicking his tongue with more intent, he gripped her hips and was rewarded with her release. He bucked and writhed as his body released its seed into Olivia’s warm mouth.

Catching sight of the two of them in the mirror over the bureau, he watched Olivia’s hand pump down his length as white drops of his cum landed on her chest. Another round of spasms seized him and turned him inside out. “Liv…”

Once he crashed back to earth, he sat up and wrapped her in a bear hug, promising once again somehow to become worthy of the incredible woman and grab as much happiness as he could.

Olivia gingerly sat up and decided that she would live another day. Tequila, loss, and incredible goodbye sex would not be the end of her. She was made of sterner stuff and would be in full recovery mode before long.

“You’re alive,” Lucy announced from the doorway. “Though whatever is happening to your hair makes me think that might not be best.”

“If I had more energy, I’d throw something at you.”

“I’ll make coffee. I brought a tray of cinnamon rolls; can you drag your fanny downstairs?”

“For sugar, absolutely!”

Lucy scrunched her nose. “On second thought, take a shower before you come down.”

“That bad?” Olivia asked as she pushed herself out of bed.

“Yes!”

She blew her sister a kiss. “I’ll be down in a bit.”

Ignoring Lucy’s questioning glance, she walked into the bathroom and told herself there was no crying in baseball or at the end of a tryst with her neighbor. At least, she assumed that’s what their morning activities signified since Zane hadn’t stuck around for a chat and left before she woke up from the orgasm-induced nap.

As far as she knew, they were in the same place and on the precipice of calling the game.

Was that dread or relief filling her heart? She couldn’t tell.

Feeling at least fifty percent better, Olivia walked out of her bedroom and saw her sister’s suitcases outside the guest room. “Interesting.”

She clomped down the stairs and entered the sun porch. “Are you running away from home?”

Lucy looked up from the book she was reading. “The water pipes are acting up, and Linc said shutting off the water was the only answer.” She set down her book. “I’m not sure how long it will take to have everything repaired.”

Olivia collapsed into a soft chair. “You know that you can stay as long as you like.”

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