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“Let me get you off, Daddy.”

He stepped back and pointed at the pile of clothes.

“Nope. Naughty girls don’t get Daddy’s cock at all.”

God. His words soaked her pussy again, but also sent heat to her cheeks.

She was ready to beg him to spank her or something just so she could earn her orgasm when the flight attendant came over the speaker.

“Mr. Ripley, Miss Harrigan, we need you to return to your seats to prepare for landing.”

Olivia gasped. She didn’t think she’d slept that long.

She scrambled to get dressed and combed her fingers through her mess of brown curls before following Ripley back to their seats.

Niki was grinning at her as she sat next to her.

“Not even there yet, and you’re already getting laid. Such a lucky bitch.”

“Most employees don’t call their bosses a bitch, Nik,” Olivia teased.

But she loved Niki. They’d become much more than boss and employee from the minute Niki had walked in for her interview. Olivia had no problem setting standards and making sure the work was done right, but they were still able to be good friends, too.

“And I didn’t get laid. I almost got laid. We actually slept and just when things were getting good, the stupid flight attendant called us back to our seats,” she said with a pout.

Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at Ripley. Afraid to look at the screen, knowing it was from him.

Sure enough, she saw his name when she finally looked.

Should I tell her you would have gotten laid if you hadn’t been impatient and sassy?

She fought the urge to glare or stick her tongue out at him because she was really hoping to jump him as soon as they were alone in their hotel room later. There was no way she was risking him deciding she needed to wait a few days for her next orgasm.

Chapter 13

RIPLEYstoodbackandwatched as Olivia and Niki checked into the convention center at the Pink Sapphire in Las Vegas. When they’d arrived, there was just enough time for him to take her to their room where he fucked her bent over the arm of the couch and brought her to a single orgasm before they had to come downstairs to register for the convention.

It annoyed him that he couldn’t come into the center as her security, but after the way she’d objected to his borrowing Samuel’s jet, he wasn’t sure how many more stunts he could get away with before she got pissed off at him. Otherwise, he might have called in a favor with the resort owner. He soothed his frustration by telling himself that if it became necessary, he would do just that. Despite living a life in the shadows for the past two decades, he’d made some pretty powerful friends. He also put himself at ease by installing an app on her phone so he could always track her. And he’d warned her if she forgot her phone or let it die, she wouldn’t be able to sit for the rest of the conference. Hopefully, that was enough of a threat. Then again, Olivia got off on his threats, and they both knew it.

She held up her badge as she approached him a few minutes later and kissed his cheek. “We’re going to the kickoff mixer. Thanks for not being too upset about not coming in with me.”

He sighed and pulled her close. “I’ll live. Just remember the rules. And don’t forget to check in between sessions.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

He waved her on and didn’t relax until she was well beyond his line of sight. After a few minutes, he pulled out the book he’d been trying to read since he got home from his last mission and settled in on a couch just outside the convention center to wait for her lunch break.

An hour into his wait, a commotion had him putting his book down. People with cameras were walking through the doors, and then a face he loathed appeared.

“Right over here, Mr. DeBarr.”

Did Olivia know her ex-husband was going to be at this conference? He clenched his fists and pushed his back harder against the sofa, trying his best not to get up and go over there to punch him right in his disgustingly handsome face.

He wasn’t sure what they were filming. Probably some sort of promo for the new show. When he’d calmed down enough to relax his shoulders, he pulled out his phone and sent Olivia a text.

Did you know?

There was no response, but she was probably in a workshop. Unable to resist, he pulled up the conference website. Sure enough, his face was at the very top as a headliner for the event. There was no way she didn’t know the bastard was going to be here, and she didn’t tell him.

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