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Michael chuckled. “Let’s just say I’ve got some law enforcement buddies who have had to look the other way a couple of times. But he’s the best, so use him if you can.”

The conversation lulled, and Olivia stood. “I’m going to get more wine. Anyone want anything?”

Everyone declined, but Ripley stood with her and cupped her ass. “I’ll come with you, baby girl.”

She smiled and wiggled against his hand. “OK.”

In the kitchen, Olivia filled her wine glass, and started for the living room again, but Ripley stopped her and pulled her so she was facing him. Then he reached for his belt and worked it loose.

“I didn’t do anything,” she said with a pout, even though her pussy was totally OK with whatever was about to happen.

He chuckled. “No, you haven’t done anything, but you’re about to. Daddy’s been hard for a while. You’re going to help me with that.”

Realization dawned, and she sank to her knees, hidden from prying eyes by the island.

“Suck me off and be quick about it. If someone comes in and catches us, I’m going to spank you later.”

She grinned up at him. None of the people in the other room would give a damn if they caught her giving Ripley a blow job. But he knew how much she loved a challenge.

Taking him in her mouth, she let his swollen head rest on her hot tongue. She swirled it around him, coating his cock with saliva. Sucking it deep into her mouth, she worked her tongue in tight circles as he gripped her hair. She paused and stared up at him while she took him deeper. His entire body tensed, and his cock stiffened even further. She loved the taste of Ripley, loved how he filled her mouth, and even though five minutes earlier she’d been content to get more wine, she was suddenly desperate to taste him. So, she quickened the pace, stroking him with her hand as she sucked. He groaned and tangled his hand in her hair, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth.

Olivia took him deeper, her gag reflex protesting as she swallowed him, her lips pressed tightly against his base. She moaned as she felt him pulse against her tongue. When he let go of her hair and allowed her to back off a bit, she knew he was seconds away. Then she was swallowing him down, sucking and licking as he came with a quiet grunt, spilling himself down her throat.

He hauled her up to her feet after tucking himself back in his pants and kissed her soundly on the mouth. That made her even hotter for him, and she couldn’t wait for company to leave so they could fuck again.

The conversation in the living room wound down a little while later, and Michael and Adara both stood to leave. Olivia hugged her goodbye, happy to feel closer to the woman.

Peter and Ripley sat down to talk about his future employment with Peter’s security firm, and Olivia and Carrie went to clean up the kitchen.

“You seem happy, babe,” Carrie said as she put plates in the dishwasher.

Olivia beamed. “I really am. When he first showed up, I was so pissed and hurt, but I’m glad he didn’t give up.”

Carrie paused and leaned on the counter. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do when all of this is over? You know he doesn’t have a house here, right? Before you went to Vegas, he was living out of a hotel.”

Olivia nodded. “I know. Apparently, the apartment he was using was funded by his job. I’m not sure what we’re going to do. I’ve only been living on my own in a house I paid for with my own money for a couple of months. There’s a part of me that wants to ask him to move in, but I also want to… I don’t know… ease into things. Even though we’ve been sleeping together off and on for nearly a decade, we’re new. Sex is all we’ve ever been, and right now a lot of what we are is sex. Really fucking amazing sex, but I know there has to be more if we’re going to build a life together.”

Carrie reached across the counter and squeezed her hand. “You’ll figure it out. The two of you are perfect together. I’ve never seen such beautiful, romantic chaos in all my life.”

Olivia laughed. “That’s quite the description. I guess that’s why you’re the writer, and I’m the one who pours the drinks at your release parties. Congrats on the second book deal, by the way.”

Carrie grinned. “Thanks. Peter hopes it will make me stay home a little more since I have a deadline now.”

Olivia picked up her half empty wine glass and sipped. “When did you know you wanted to have a life with Peter?”

Carrie looked past her, and she turned to find Peter leaned against the doorway, clearly interested in hearing his wife’s answer.

“There was this night he brought me food at work. I was mad that it was a salad when I had asked for brain food. We both know salad is not brain food.” She winked at her husband. “Anyway, after I finished it, he pulled out a burger. Suddenly, it felt right to have someone else looking after me. I still fought it, of course, but that was the moment it really started to sink in that we had something special.”

Olivia emptied her glass and pondered Carrie’s response. Deep down, she knew she didn’t want to fight it with Ripley anymore. Not that she’d been putting up much of a struggle to begin with.

Chapter 22

RIPLEYkeptanarmaround Olivia as they watched their last guest walk out the front door. The gathering had been unorthodox, and had irritated his security detail, but it had been good for both of them.

Unfortunately, now he had to come clean about what he discovered about Fiona. He still wasn’t sure if she was involved in this, but he didn’t like coincidences, and Ripley Matthews was the name he’d used when he was undercover at The Doll House Cabaret.

“You seem tense,” Olivia said when the door was closed. “Did I not blow you well enough in the kitchen?” she teased.

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