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“Kane, please…”

“What do you need, baby?” He demands while growing stronger and faster in his touches on my body. His hands are moving everywhere, gripping my hips and directing me up and over his hard cock still covered by his jeans.

“You, Kane,” I breathe out and then quickly snap my head up and pull his face to mine. “You’re all I’ve ever needed, Kane. Make love to me, please…”

I see the return of my love in his eyes as his hands tremble on their way up to caress my cheeks. “You’re all I need too, Olivia. I love you,” he licks his lips before kissing me deeply and then directing me to stand.

We both discard our pants and underwear and then settle back on the couch with him hovering over me, nestled between my thighs. I can feel him nudge my opening before pushing forward and burying himself deep inside of me.

I swallow hard and shiver at the force of his thrust, but then quickly immerse myself in every sensation his body is giving mine. Kane dives deep, again and again, extracting every tremor of pleasure from my body. I’m sensitive all over apparently, and Kane is taking full advantage.

While leaning above me, he latches onto my nipple again while he continues to drag his cock in and out of me at a slow and even pace. It’s luxurious, tormenting, and not nearly fast enough for what I need from him.

But my God, does it feel good. It’s a torture that I will gladly accept until I feel like I can’t take it anymore and urge him to move faster.

“More, Kane. Please,” I plead while he continues to move at a snail’s pace. “Why are you torturing me? Oh,” I moan, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as my vision blurs and the dull vibration of my orgasm grows stronger, spiking in intensity while Kane keeps up his movements.

“I’m making love to you tonight, baby,” he whispers in my ear, kissing down my neck and continuing to agonize me. “This is slow and sweet love… we have all the time in the world for the fast and dirty. But right now, I want you to submerge yourself in the soft feeling of our bodies connecting. I want you to feel every inch of me as I slide in and out of you. I want you to come from the sheer pleasure of our movements.”

And with those last few words, I feel the warmth of my orgasm overtake me. The luxurious wave of ecstasy washes over me in a constant ripple, lasting so long I don’t think it will ever end. Roll and after roll of pleasure shakes my body and I come—I come so hard and long that by the time my orgasm ends, I’m completely unaware that Kane followed me to the finish line as he found his own drawn out release.

Our breaths are ragged, our bodies are covered in a light coat of sweat, our minds so blurry that all we can do is lie there, our chests heaving together while we come down from the high.

This man makes me feel cherished, loved, and sated. He’s everything I was looking for—and in some twisted turn of fate, we got tangled up in each other—and now I’ll never let him go.

Chapter 41

Kane

Three Weeks Later

“Do you need any more help in here?” I ask Olivia as I come up behind her in my kitchen. I place a soft kiss on her neck as my arms wrap around her waist and my hands rest on the flat part of her stomach covered in an evergreen sweater dress— hugging her curves and tight stomach, which won’t be flat for much longer.

Olivia is having my baby, and I’d be lying if I said the thought of that isn’t the most life-changing feeling I’ve ever experienced. I’m going to be a father, and now my sole focus will be doing everything in my power to protect and cherish Olivia and our child. My heart is beating for another—two other people now—and it’s a clarity I never thought I would crave again.

But everythingisclear now. Olivia. Our child. Our life together is all I see and all I want. I found my purpose again—a feeling I lost for years, but I slowly discovered it was waiting for Olivia to resurface. I feel mentally and physically stronger than ever, solid enough to handle this, and beyond grateful that I get to experience it all with her.

The feel of my lips on her neck spikes goosebumps all over Olivia’s skin, which makes me ravenous for her. I love knowing I have that effect on her with just a soft brush of my mouth.

Since we reconciled a few weeks ago, we haven’t spent a day apart. Olivia is planning to move into my house over our Christmas vacation and we approached Principal North about our relationship. She was beyond supportive and elated for us. Olivia also told her about the baby to prepare for her absence at the beginning of the next school year. She’s due in July, but will probably take longer than six weeks off so she can bond with the baby.

“Could you grab the cheese and olives from the fridge, babe?” She asks while looking over her shoulder at me and flashing me that brilliant smile that hooked me that first night at Tony’s. I owe that man more than I can every repay him for pushing me that night to talk to her.

“Absolutely,” I kiss her lips before retrieving the items she requested.

“I hope there’s enough food,” she says while surveying the surface of my kitchen island, covered in snacks. A veggie tray, chips and dip, meatballs, and a charcuterie board are organized around the marble. I hand her the olives and cheese as she adds them to the wooden slab, surrounded by other morsels of food, and I laugh. There’s enough grub here to feed an army.

“I’m sure there’s more than enough. Plus, the ham is in the oven with the potatoes, macaroni and cheese, rolls and veggies. I think everyone will take home leftovers at this point.”

She sighs. “I know, I guess I’m just nervous.”

“Why are you nervous?”

“This is the first time all of our friends and family will be together under the same roof. I just want everyone to get along. I don’t want any more drama in our lives.”

I tilt my head at her, observing the worry on her face. Ever since T.J. came back and threw us for a loop, I’ve noticed the confidence Olivia usually exudes has diminished a bit. I’ve reassured her countless times that everything between us is fine, but she’s explained she’s nervous that something else will happen. When she mentioned the idea of having a holiday party, I encouraged it, hoping that the event would help her focus her attention on something else. And I thought it would be a great way to bring everyone together to share in our excitement. Also, I may be using it to surprise Olivia with something else.

But seeing her worry again makes my heart beat erratically, after I finally feel like things are back on track. I rest my forehead on hers. “As long as you and I are together, Liv, we can face it all. Now stop stressing, it’s bad for the baby.”

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