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I have a feeling this isn’t the last time we’ll talk about it. I want to know everything about Dom, and that means knowing everything he’s willing to tell me about his family too. So many people would use this type of information to their advantage, drawing people into them. The fact that Dom has been afraid to even tell me until now makes me want to show him how much he means to me — without any of that glitz and glam he’s related to — just to wipe any final concern out of his mind.

I tighten my grip on his waistband. “In fact, your face is the second most common thing I think about these days. Ever since I first looked up and saw you smiling at me.”

He pulls me in closer. Seeing him smile like that makes my stomach do a happy flip.

“Secondmost common thing?” He narrows his eyes, looking confused. “And what would be the first?”

“This.” I run my palm down the front of his body, slowing when I finally hit the growing bulge between his legs.

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With no effort at all, he hoists me up so I’m straddling his body where he stands, crossing my ankles behind his back. Then he spins me around until we land against the wall beside us. He pushes me against it so I’m almost at eye-level with him. His throbbing cock pushes up beneath me, while the wall holds me up from behind. I lean away from his lips and arch my back pulling the kaftan up over my head, letting it drop to the floor, taking off my bra next and tossing it to the floor beside it.

He groans as he works his lips down my bare chest. His tongue flicks over my hard, rose-colored nipple, before any trace of pink disappears into his mouth. I groan and arch my spine off the wall again, pushing myself further into his lips. His teeth gently graze the sensitive peaks of flesh, sending a surge of anticipation pounding between my legs.

“You’re overdressed,” I whisper, then pull back to look into his eyes, filled with desire, a mere inch from mine.

“No way in hell I’m putting you down to get these off,” he growls. He pulls a condom from his pocket and rips it open with his teeth before I adjust my grip around his waist with my legs so he can pull his shorts down and get it on. Then he holds me firmly with one arm against the wall as he slips the thin, lipstick-red panties from my body. They fall to the floor beside us. His skin is smooth like velvet against mine.

“Dom,” I whisper into his ear. “I want you. Inside me. Ten minutes ago.”

“Then I’m running late,” he growls back.

I’m more than ready for him — his cock slides deep inside, filling every slick inch of me.

“Dom,” I gasp into his ear as our bodies start to move in sync. “Oh my God, Dom.”

He presses my back into the wall, burying his lips into my neck, then trails kisses down to my breasts, taking them into his mouth again, twirling his tongue around my hardened nipples, until I’m nearly screaming out his name.

Every bit of him feels electric against me, like we fit together perfectly. His thick, muscular arms holding me against the wall, while I clench his throbbing cock buried deep inside me.

I wrap myself tighter around him, feeling weightless, nearly screaming his name.

“Dom, Dom,” I moan into his ear, running my fingernails across his scalp.

“Fuck, Olivia,” he groans into my hair. “You feel so fucking good right now.”

His body is everywhere I need it to be, and I feel everything in him start to go rigid, deepening within me while I wrap myself tighter around him. He’s still pushing me harder against the wall, thrusting harder inside me, until the pulse of his cock throbbing against my G spot finally sends me over the edge.

“Oh, God, Dom!” The words spill out of me, breathless and raw.

He starts to release, his body pushing against me, around me, finally letting himself go, too. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, unable to focus on finding or tasting his lips anymore. All I can do is dig my face into the warmth of his neck, hearing myself moan as we ride each wave of pleasure together.

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After we’re both breathless and spinning slowly back down to reality, Dom sets me down with a kiss, then hands me my kaftan and a soft cashmere blanket off the sofa.

He kisses me deeply again before telling me to meet him outside.

“Wrap up in these and go sit at the table out there. I’m going to feed you like a fucking queen.”

I laugh and start to protest. “I can help get everything to the table.”

But he plants a look on his face that tells me not to argue with him.

“Just let me take care of you.” He kisses me again before gently nudging me toward the lanai. “I want to. Now go.”

“Okay, okay.” I laugh. “But I’m taking these out too.”

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