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Harder.

I do as asked. The mattress squeaks and the headboard rattles, but they’re inconsequential to the wet warmth that tightens around me to the point of no return. When I can feel my thighs tingling and the tingles spreading higher, I pay special attention to her nipples, plucking them in time with my thrusts before my fingers slide downward to find her clit.

I trace that as I drill into her, then flick as I grind. Her second orgasm arches her body so tightly against mine that her nipples scrape my chest—and that’s the only trigger I need to explode, spurting wave after wave of my seed along with my pleasure inside her.

She clenches and clenches, then lets go. She lets me experience the extension of her climax with her grazing nails and her steady whimpers before both head to a standstill and she collapses. I want to collapse, too, but I take care to dispose of the condom first and roll us around so I don’t crush her.

Olivia spreads herself half on top of me, too exhausted to move. But her lips find my shoulder and kiss it.

“How does it get better every time?”

I can’t help but smirk at her question. “I don’t know.”

“Do you think it will get better every time all the time, or do you think it will stop getting better at some point?”

My fingers caress her back, silky and warm. Addictive. “We probably have to keep doing it to find out.”

Laughter echoes from her throat, coating us with another level of warmth.

“You just want an excuse to fuck me.”

Make love, my brain corrects, but I don’t say it out loud. I don’t want to ruin the moment and how comfortable she is against me. But the words are already stuck in my brain, swirling like a mantra until I can feel her deep, even breathing on my skin.

Make love. It’s a heavy word, the most intimate form there is when it comes to sharing bodies. Love itself is heavy, but the feelings I have for Olivia can no longer be classified as just lust—not when we’ve crossed the border long after we’ve decided to spend more time together beyond sex.

Fuck, who am I kidding? I’m crazy about her. I’m falling for her in a way I’ve never fallen for anyone else, not even Carol.

But committing? That’s another thing altogether. I’ve tried it once and failed terribly.

I’m committing now with Riley and failing can’t be an option, not when that little girl is also everything to me. But Olivia…if I try with her and fail, then it will leave the biggest trauma not just to me but to two others who deserve everything the world has to offer.

I can’t do that to them. I have to be steadfast for my daughter.

And that means I can’t give in to Olivia until I’m a hundred percent sure I won’t fail her like I did Carol.

Because losing Olivia—and Riley—might just be a hundred times worse.

Chapter 21

Olivia

Despite Carol’s confrontation putting a hitch in our weekend, I’m still feeling pretty positive by the time we return to New York City and I’m back in the hospital, basking in the busy atmosphere and the knowledge that I can tackle anything. It’s probably the accumulated energy from a great vacation, but my smile is wider as I greet staff I’ve become acquainted with over the weeks and list down the workload I have for the day in my head.

I don’t account for bumping into Mark this early, but I even smile at him. He’s surprised but recovers and smiles back, then studies me as he notes my good mood.

“Hey, Liv. Slept well?”

I nod. “You could say that. It was a good weekend.”

“I can tell. Listen, about our last few interactions…”

I wave a hand. “Forget about it. Let’s just start over, okay?”

In my mind, starting over means not avoiding him anymore but also keeping our relationship as cordial as possible. I expect him to take it happily, but he continues studying me instead.

“Hmm. You have a tan. Did you go to the beach or something?”

“Or something.” It’s not like I can hide my tan. But a niggle of worry is already seeping into my spine. I don’t know its source, but it drives me to shift the topic quickly. “How about you? How was your weekend?”

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