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The scream of pleasure she let out was muffled by the mud and twigs beneath her, as she was overcome by waves of bliss.

When he eased out of her, she collapsed completely and laid in the dirt sobbing.

“Liv? Did I hurt you too much? What’s wrong?”

Ripley was on the ground with her, his face right next to hers when she opened her eyes, and she gave him a silly grin.

“I’m perfect. That was amazing.”

He blew out a sigh of relief. “Yes, it was. God damn, I’ve missed you, baby girl. Thank you for that.”

He rolled into a standing position in one of those impressive moves only people who are in shape can do and turned to walk away.

“Where are you going?” she squeaked, a tiny bit of fear seeping back into her.

“Shh. I didn’t just send Noah out here to scare you. He dropped my aftercare bag for me so it would be close.”

She gingerly rolled onto her back and threw an arm over her eyes. Could he be any more perfect? There had been a bit of real fear about playing with him this way again, and he’d managed to put that at ease. When they first met nearly a decade ago, the rough primal play style had come naturally, and neither wanted to resist it. It was easy when one didn’t know more about the other than how to get them off. Now after more than two years of being apart, there was baggage, and she wasn’t sure if that baggage would make it hard to play in such a raw, unguarded way. But once again, it came naturally, and she couldn’t have been more satisfied.

Chapter 12

“THISisridiculous,Ripley.We didn’t need a private jet. Our economy tickets were fine.”

Olivia glared at her boyfriend/Daddy as they stood in front of a not so small private jet.

“Sorry, baby girl. Something I’ll never do again is fly commercial. That is one area my job spoiled me in.”

She rolled her eyes. He was over the top sometimes. “Where did you even get access to this, anyway?”

He laughed. “I made a call to a friend who owed me a favor. You might know him. I’ve got several friends around the world who have said I could use theirs whenever I want. Now, are you going to stand outside and be mad at me all day, or are you going to get on the damn plane so we can go to Vegas?”

She might know him? What was that supposed to mean? The only people she knew who flew private were Darci and Bradley, and Mario. Darci and Bradley flew that way for their own protection because of their relation to a former president, and there was no way in hell Ripley was borrowing this jet from her ex-husband.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining, boss. This is so much better than flying coach with a bunch of strangers and their germs,” Niki said as she brushed past Olivia and up the stairs onto the plane.

“Listen to your employee, Liv. And get your ass on the plane.”

He leaned in close and whispered. “There’s a bedroom in the back, and I fully intend to make you come. But not if you don’t get your ass moving.” He smacked her ass hard, and she glared again.

“Not in front of Niki, jackass.”

“I know you did not just call me a jackass, Olivia. She’s already on the plane and can’t hear or see me. Apologize, and maybe I’ll still let you come.”

There was no way she was apologizing now. Not unless hell froze over. He might not let her come now, but he would give in eventually.

“Make me,” she said in a moment of boldness before taking the steps two at a time.

“Oh, I will, baby girl. Believe me.”

She shuddered at the hard edge to his voice. Somehow, she knew he planned to make good on that threat, and she briefly regretted her behavior. But not enough to apologize. At best, it would lead to some rough sex when they got to Vegas. At worst, it would lead to a spanking and then rough sex, and neither of those outcomes sounded bad to her.

On the plane, she sat next to Niki under the guise of going over the schedule for the convention. They were both planning to attend different workshops to cover the most ground. But really, she just wanted to annoy Ripley by not sitting next to him.

Ripley sat across from them and pulled out his phone. When the flight attendant asked if they wanted drinks, Olivia asked for a beer.

“She’ll have water,” Ripley said without looking up from his phone.

“I’m good, thanks.”

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