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“Fuck it,” I muttered to myself.

I didn’t want to hold back on the allure of the fantasy. She was right here, gorgeous and stunning within my reach. I got lost in the trusting depths of her caramel gaze as she looked up at me with such vulnerability, such desire. As if she were thinking the same thing. As if she were hanging on by a thread in wanting me just as badly.

One step closer brought me to her. And another one put me right in her space.

She turned, protecting Olivia from my crushing into her as we stood so close together. But she didn’t dodge me or attempt to hide. That sass was clear in her eyes as she defiantly lifted her chin ever so slightly.

I caught it between my thumb and finger and tilted her face up to mine so I could kiss her until she moaned in response, setting my blood on fire with raging need.

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EVA

No.

I gasped against Liam’s hot mouth as he deepened the kiss.

No. It’s not supposed to feel this good.

He slid his fingers further back, cupping my face to hold me close. The taunting grip of his hand like this was an ultimate thrill. To feel like I was his to command. His to have.

No. Not like this.

I wrenched back, breathing hard as I stared at him. When I licked my lips, he tracked the moment and growled with need.

“Last time, you told me to get out.” I swallowed, struggling past this urgency to shut up, go for what I really wanted, and kiss him again. “That I was just someone to fuck. A convenient piece of ass, remember?”

He furrowed his brow, and I dared him to scowl at me and deny it. I’d spent too many hours licking my wounds from his harsh words.

“An itch to scratch.” I heaved in a deep breath, tormenting myself with another dose of his scent.

He smoothed his thumb over my cheek, frowning deeper.

“We said it was the last time for thatlasttime.” Staring him in the eyes, I stayed as bold as I could. “I want you, Liam. I won’t lie. I want you so bad, but I will never let a man toy with me like that. You can’t decide the terms of our attraction.”

He grunted, stepping closer to wrap his free arm around me, hugging me—and Olivia—closer. It was domestic, somehow, like we were a little family of three.

“I’m sorry for what I said before.”

I closed my eyes as he lowered his face to mine and brushed his lips over mine slowly.

“And I won’t lie, either. It’s getting harder to convince myself that we should keep this no-strings-attached.” He weakened me even more with a longer, harder kiss with tongue.

“Because fuck me, Eva. Seeing you holding my daughter…” He slid his hand lower, caressing my ass and using his big hand there to push me toward him. “It’s messing me up.”

I smiled, slow and sly, as I welcomed his embrace. “Yeah?”

“You look good like this.” He brushed my hair back, and we kissed until I grew desperate for air. “I like seeing you with her, acting like a mother might.”

Like… the mother ofyourchildren?I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. Though it was sudden, it was potent and true.

I swayed, leaning against him. His deep, low tone was turning me on more, drugging me with the illusion of his wanting to commit.

“You’re making me wonder if we quit screwing around in secret and fighting each other…”

I whimpered, needy and impatient, as I pulled him close for a kiss.

“If we gave up fighting, if we could?—”

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