Page 91 of Breaking Point

“I don’t want to go back,” I confide suddenly, and even though it’s probably a little random and a lot crazy, he smiles.

He brushes a few strands of hair out of my eyes. For a few long, quiet moments, his eyes drink in my face. His thumb traces the apple of my cheek, fingers tracing my lips.

There’s no taking back what we did, but I’m past the point of being worried about it.

“I think we can both agree…” he starts carefully. “We can worry about that later?”

The words melt over me, chasing every anxious thought away. When he kisses me again, I don’t let myself consider what might be waiting for us when we get back.

Chapter Forty-One

Crew

Can you grieve something you haven’t lost yet?

It’s not a question I ever thought I’d ask myself, but when I wake up with Olivia in my bed, eyes still shut, sun falling lazily over her golden skin and hair… I’m filled to the brim with emotion.

Need. Contentment. Lust. Wanting.

Beneath it all, I feel that pang of grief. Guilt. Worry. Like a needle poking holes in the single most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. Because Olivia is that- and everything more… and she never should have been.

The realization stings, flooding me with something like grief again, but I’ve never felt grief like this. I’ve never grieved something I already have.

And I have Olivia Hughes. Even briefly. Fleetingly. In my sheets, in my head. I can still taste her, still feel her weight under me, over me, around me.

There’s not a chance in hell of keeping things casual between us. My blood runs south at the thought, but I force a breath through my teeth. I turn, propping my head up as I comb my fingers through her silky hair. It’s mused in places, and I trynot to think about how it’s because I had her hair around my fist last night.

My hand drifts down her neck, tracing her spine and the hard line of her shoulders. Her back, her waist, the curve of her breasts. Every memory of how she felt in my mouth last night fills me. It’s an effort to steer my mind back into safer territory. Anything but the fact that she’s still naked beneath these sheets.

How long before this ends? How long before we face the fact that she’s still my client? Or the fact that there’s no way I can keep this job?

Liv stirs, vivid blue eyes fluttering until they land on me. “Hi,” she murmurs sleepily.

“Good morning,” I say, my voice low enough I’m not sure she hears it.

She’s fucking beautiful, I think the longer I look at her. I don’t stop myself from reaching forward and brushing her hair down her back to reveal a sliver of tanned skin.

Just a glimpse of her has my cock growing hard. She sighs contentedly, arching into my touch. Just like she did last night. If I felt her right now, she’d be just as responsive, just as willing.

Suddenly, her eyes fly open, and she sits up, reaching for her watch on the bedside table. “Shit. What time is it?”

“Everything alright?” I raise a brow as she climbs out of bed, the sheets falling away to reveal her body.

She trips toward her bag at the end of the bed. “I forgot I’m doing something with your mom this morning.”

“Something?” I grin.

She pulls out a shirt and pants before bending over to reach for a clean towel. It gives me the perfect glimpse of her pert little ass. She must catch me staring because a teasing glint lights her eyes as she gathers her things.

“Yeah,something. We women have our secrets.” She grins, glancing at her phone. “Plus I have to call Aleks back. I need to reschedule an appointment I put off this week.”

“Whatever will the world do without you?” I wonder aloud with a smile.

“Crash and burn, baby.” She curses as she glances at her phone again. “I’m going to be late.”

“So impatient,” I tease.

“I’m not impatient. Just prepared.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder with a wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

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