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“I said I’d take care of you, right?” I hummed, gently pressing a thumb against that tantalizing spot as she sucked in a sharp breath. “Trust me, sweetheart.”

With her eyes already shut, Vivian leaned back into the couch, soaking in the light pressure of my thumb.

I continued with an almost wonder-like focus on her clothed sex, watching how she twitched from needing more. How she could hardly handle my teasing.

Feeling charitable, I ran a finger next to the lower hem of her underwear and snagged the material to pull it to the side.

Seeing how perfect and wet she already was for me, I couldn’t hold back.

Whether it came from an honest place of wanting to help her feel release, or from my selfish desire, I wasted no time reacquainting myself.

I wanted to start slowly, to draw out her moans and listen to how they’d gradually grow in volume, but I couldn’t wait anymore. The sight alone made me feral just to taste her again.

With one long swipe, I moved my tongue through the length of her, taking in her arousal. It triggered something almost primal within me as I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her close, pinning her in place.

A moan ending with a cry of surprise left her mouth immediately, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

She was so perfect and she didn’t even know it. Every sound and desperate little movement she made had my nerves frayed from how viscerally I needed her.

Even if my self-control was waning, I had enough left to please her first. To keep her pleasure at the forefront of my priorities.

Spreading her thighs apart to give me better access, I focused all of my desires and needs on caressing her clit with my tongue and exploring every inch of her, offering the occasional squeeze to her plush legs.

As Vivian’s moans grew louder, my movements became even more intense, and I knew we’d both be reduced to sloppy, degenerate versions of ourselves sooner rather than later.

And I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Chapter 26 - Vivian

The afterglow of the intense sex we had lingered even after Ari hauled me into the bathroom with him to carefully wash me down before doing the same to himself.

It was easy to forget he still had to go to work, but with all the undivided attention he was giving me, I knew I’d be able to survive without it at least until he came back home.

The feeling of his hands gliding up and down my body while he gently provided ample aftercare still lingered throughout the day while I lounged around the house and did my best to keep busy.

Between naps and reading, I contemplated asking the driver to take me to the ranch, but I eventually let go of that idea when the ambition left me completely.

I felt incredibly loved even while Ari was away, but as much as I tried to cling to that bliss, I still couldn’t ignore the worry that crept back into my mind.

Ari didn’t want me to concern myself over what my brothers were up to, and I didn’t want to either, but it was impossible to stop it the moment that seed was planted in my head.

I spent the rest of the day trying to push the anxiety away, hardly letting myself stew in those thoughts. But as Ari came home and let me know we were going out for dinner that night, deciding he couldn’t wait until the weekend, I wasn’t left much time to think about it.

To my relief, he was the distraction I needed as I got ready, heart full every time I laid eyes on him.

There was no mistaking that mutual love in our eyes every time we exchanged a glance, or each time his palm ghosted against my lower back as he leaned in to grab something and guided me out to the vehicle once we were ready to go.

I was so wrapped up in the romance of it all that I felt like I was walking on air, overjoyed by the prospect of our date.

As he said, everything was planned for us. We reached our table by six—a small booth tucked in a secluded corner so that we could be as handsy as we wanted, ignoring the fact that we were in public.

With the beautiful music playing in the background, the dim lighting that set the scene for us, and the alcohol-free champagne in our glasses, everything felt so perfect.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Ari asked me as he cut through his steak and lifted a brow in interest.

“I’ve come across some interesting names in the books I’ve been reading recently, but I’m not completely sold on any of them yet,” I replied, silently considering the top contenders.

“There’s still lots of time to think of more,” he murmured, giving me an encouraging smile. “I’m sure we’ll stumble upon the perfect names soon.”

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