Page 103 of Fielder's Choice

How she’s so absolutely perfect for me.

How I think she’s the piece I’ve been missing all along.

Olive fits with me perfectly, giving me everything I’ve ever needed or wanted. It’s like she wasmadefor me.

And I’m starting to think she actually was.

thirty-seven

Olive

AfterLaneusessometissues to clean himself up, he pulls his boxers back on and relaxes on the bed. With his arm outstretched beside him, he turns his head and gestures to the empty space, urging me to slide in.

I smile softly as he wraps his arm around me, and I settle my head over the top of his heart, listening to the same beat that soothed me after my nightmare. The sound is beginning to feel a little bit likehome.

Lane kisses the top of my head. “Are you okay after that, Liv?”

His genuine concern each time we try something new is so endearing. I can tell how much he doesn’t want to push me when he always considers how I’m feeling before and after.

“I’m feeling great,” I admit. “It was fun watching you be the one to lose control this time.”

He chuckles before pressing his lips against mine. “Baby, I have no fucking control around you. I never have.”

Is it weird that I like that? That I like the fact that this ridiculously hot man is so turned on bymethat he can’t control himself?

It’s surprisingly nice to have that type of power over someone.

“You know,” I say, teasing my fingers over his abs, getting more comfortable with the intimate contact, “you really don’t have any shame.”

He smirks at me. “What do I have to be ashamed about? I think I have a nice dick.”

I try to control myself, but I practically snort in laughter. “Wow, you’re cocky.”

“Cocky about my cock.”

I shake my head, still smiling. “I can’t with you.”

Lane tilts my face to him, raising his eyebrow. “Do you not agree, Ballerina?”

“It seemed fine to me.” I feel my cheeks heating up.

“Fine?” he scoffs. “You wound me.”

“Well,” I reply shyly, “it’s not like I have really anything to compare it to.”

He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling a needy gasp out of me. “You don’t need any others now that you’ve seen perfection.”

I howl with laughter. “Can your ego even fit through the fucking door, Lane?”

“Confidence, baby,” he rasps, brushing his lips over my ear. “Not ego.”

My breath catches in my throat when my eyes meet his, the pools of hazel darkening with lust. I grip the back of his head and bring his lips to mine, and Lane groans against me before returning my kiss with equal fervor.

The kiss is heated and passionate, and I cling to him desperately as he repositions us, leaning back against the headboard and pulling me over to straddle his legs. I sigh against his mouth as his tongue swipes at mine, and he lets his hands gently trail down my back, trying to figure out my currentboundaries. And when I don’t stop him, he rests them on my ass, gripping me tight while I moan.

“Fuck,” he says, slightly panicked, slightly breathless. “Is that okay?”

“I would have stopped you if it wasn’t,” I reply breathily.

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