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Her breathing became erratic then and it would only take a few well-timed flicks of his finger across her clit, and she would explode for him.

“Is that a, yes? You want an audience, Liv?”

“No, Daddy. Just you. Please make me come.”

Her voice was frantic at the thought of him calling someone in to watch. He would never do it, of course. And not because he was jealous of other people seeing his girl. If they were at the club, he would absolutely give her an audience.

The fear in her voice told him he had her exactly where she wanted to be, though, so he planted two fingers inside her aching pussy once more and circled her clit with his thumb.

“That’s a good girl. Say thank you, Daddy, for not bringing strangers in here to watch me and then come on my hand.”

Her cunt tightened around his fingers, and he reached up to pinch her nipple. “Don’t you dare come without thanking me, Olivia.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she cried just before the orgasm ripped through her.

She sagged against the shower wall as her entire body trembled, and he leaned in to kiss her tenderly.

When she opened her eyes and looked at him, she gave him a lazy, sleepy smile.

“You’re a filthy, filthy man, Cannon Ripley.”

He grinned and shut the shower off. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Now let’s go to bed so I can fuck you.”

Chapter 18

“AREN’TyougladIinsisted we fly private?”

Olivia’s giggle at Ripley’s question morphed into a satisfied sigh as he nuzzled her neck before rolling off of her.

“I suppose I can see the benefits, especially since we put Niki on a later flight home.”

With everything going on, Ripley had convinced her to cut their trip a couple days short, but they set Niki up with a first-class ticket home on their original return date. She didn’t seem to mind one bit and promised to take lots of notes from the rest of the convention. “How much longer until we land?”

Ripley stood and picked up his phone. “I’m guessing another two hours. Plenty of time for round two,” he teased.

She laughed and rolled away. “No round two. I need recovery time.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and brushed hair from her face. “I’m sorry your trip to Vegas was overshadowed by my drama.”

“We still had a successful trip. Do you have a plan for when we get back? Are we going to my house or to Peter and Carrie’s?”

Ripley shook his head. “We’re going to stay in a safehouse arranged by my protection team. I don’t want to accidentally bring trouble to Peter and Carrie’s house. I haven’t rented a place of my own yet, so that’s out. And we don’t know who vandalized your place.”

She sat up, pulling the sheet across her chest as she did. “Do you think whoever is after you came to my house looking for you? Maybe the fire at the bar and the vandalism are two separate things.”

Ripley hummed and trailed his fingers down her neck and bare shoulders. “It’s possible. I’m not ruling it out. But what if the bar fire was a way to get to me, too? If they realize how important you are to me, it could have been their way of dragging me out into the open. They knew I would want to be the one to protect you. And if anything happened to you, I would have gone on a manhunt for whoever caused it, and I wouldn’t have been quiet about it.”

She grimaced. “Makes sense in a twisted sort of way.”

They fell silent, and Ripley lifted his chin towards the pillows. “A nap before we land?”

She smiled and nodded, scooting farther down the bed to lie back down.

When they woke two hours later, the plane was preparing to land in D.C.

To her surprise, multiple identical SUVs were waiting for them when they stepped off the plane.

They were escorted to one, and they both climbed in the backseat.

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