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I shake my head. “Only the really good-looking men,” I wink.

Kane smirks at me before kissing me deeply, teasing me with his lips and tongue.

“Thank you again for telling me, Kane. I know that can’t be easy to talk about. But I feel like I understand you better now.”

His eyes search mine, stalling in the moment before rubbing his hand along my face. “I don’t want to live in the past anymore, Liv. I’m enjoying being here with you in the present far too much,” he whispers while teasing my opening with his dick.

“Kane, I want you again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough…” I mewl, wanting to so badly to feel Kane bare inside of me—a gift no other man has experienced. “I’m on the pill…”

His eyes dance between mine before he clarifies my request. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “Yes. I want to feel you… every inch.”

“Fuck, Liv,” he growls before diving his tongue in my mouth and pushing forward, claiming me as his. He dives into me, resting his forehead on mine while rocking us back and forth. My back arches with every drive as he leans down and pulls my nipples into his mouth, biting and sucking on the rosy buds while moving in and out of me.

My entire body comes alive as he ignites every nerve ending on my skin. His fingers, his mouth, his cock—he owns my mind and body tonight and probably forever, knowing I’ll never feel this way with another man. No man will ever compare to him and I don’t want any other man to try.

As Kane brings us both to orgasm again until we’re both sated and surrender to sleep, I realize there’s no turning back for me now. I’m falling and I don’t want to get up.

Chapter 32

Olivia

“When is he going to be here?” Clara whines as Perry and Amy both arrive from their trip to the bathroom and sit at our table.

“God, your patience is worse than that of a child,” I scold her while nonchalantly scanning the crowd.

It’s a Saturday night at Tony’s and the place is packed. Yet as I sit here with my four best friends, the only person I’m anxious about seeing finally walks through the doors.

Kane stands there in his brown coat, brushing his hand through his hair as he takes off his beanie and searches the room momentarily before his whiskey-colored eyes find mine, lighting up his face with the most blinding smile I’ve ever seen from him before.

“My God. If a man ever looked at me like that, I’d ignore my friends for weeks too,” Clara teases as I throw an elbow in her ribs. But the truth is, I haven’t been the best friend lately, spending every moment of my free time I can with Kane. I’ve sent texts to let them know I’m alive, but most of my time and communication has been reserved for him.

Ever since our night at his house, we’ve been inseparable. We either stay at his place on the weekend or my place during the week. The only time we leave the bedroom is to eat or go to work. This is the first time in my life I’ve put a relationship above my job and friendships, and it’s both scary, yet liberating.

The anguish and uncertainty I felt when I came back home has vanished, replaced with elation and lust, and I’m happily drowning in it. I don’t feel like just Miss Walsh, the teacher, anymore. I feel like Olivia, this woman who finally feels like all of the puzzle pieces in her life are falling into place. And it’s not just that there’s this man now in my life that is making me feel things I never thought were real. It’s that I’ve finally accepted the path I’ve taken to get here and I’m optimistic about the future direction of my life.

But that is in large part due to the man stalking towards me right now.

“Hi, handsome,” I greet him just as he steps up to me and crashes his mouth to mine, in front of all of my friends, staking his claim and drowning me in one of his kisses that makes my toes curl.

Once he’s satisfied with leaving me breathless, Kane breaks apart from me and turns to face my friends. I follow his lead and see the three of them—Amy with her jaw dropped, Perry with the widest smirk, and Clara wide-eyed and fanning herself.

“Hi, ladies. I’m Kane,” he extends his hand to my girls, the three of them taking turns to shake his hand.

“Hi, Kane. I’m Perry. It’s nice to formally meet you this time without tequila clouding our minds.”

“Yeah, I barely remember that night,” Amy adds. “Clara kept saying there was a lumberjack that evening, but all I remember is running to the bathroom.”

“Lumberjack?” Kane asks, furrowing his brows as he turns to me.

“Don’t you remember you were wearing that flannel the night we met, babe?”

Kane nods his head in recollection as he takes a seat. “Aw, yeah I guess I was.”

“Hi, I’m Clara. And can I just say… I don’t know what you’re doing to my friend, but keep doing it. I’ve never seen her smile this much before,” she teases him.

“Clara!”

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