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Demanding.
And I give it to her.
My orgasm slams through me like a wave breaking open.
I groan, deep and hoarse, spilling into her mouth as she swallows every drop.
She doesn’t stop until I’m empty. Until my breath is uneven and my legs are trembling.
Only then does she pull off, licking her lips.
Smiling like sin.
My chest rises like I’ve come back from war. Like she exorcised something with her mouth.
I stare down at her, panting. Stunned.
Cleared out.Grounded.
She rests her hands on my thighs, chin tilted up. “Better?”
I run my thumb along her jaw, wiping the last trace of me from her lips before pressing it between them again, because if she’s going to take me, she’ll take all of it.
“Come to Paris with me this weekend,” I say breathless, still looking down at her, on her knees, wrecked and radiant, mine in every fucking way.
She grins. “I wasthatgood?”
I grab her wrist and pull her into my lap.
My mouth finds hers.
“You’re perfect my sweet girl,” I whisper against her lips. “But it’s for dinner…with my parents.”
***
I would’ve hired someone to pack.
Had them lay out wrinkle-free slacks and collared shirts I’ll never wear. Steam a suit. Fold ties I won’t use.
Hell, I would’ve flown a stylist in just to make sure Olivia had everything she needed for Paris.
But no.
She insisted we do it ourselves.
So here I am, tossing shirts into an open suitcase like a college kid late for his flight, while she trails behind me, huffing under her breath as she refolds everything I just crumpled.
“You know,” I say, watching her smooth out a black button-down, “we don’t even have to pack.”
She looks up, arching one brow. Skeptical. So I continue.
“I’ll have everything you need there. If not, I’ll buy it.”
She rolls her eyes. Not in the annoyed way.
In the Olivia way.
The way that makes me want to pin her to the bed and kiss every sarcastic comment off her lips.
