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I involuntarily moan at the memory. I enjoyed that vibrator, but everything about that moment felt so much better when I pretended it was him between my legs instead.

“What are you imagining, baby?”

“That this is you,” I sigh as Lane starts fingering me faster.

“What part of me? What part of me are you imagining inside of you right now, Liv?”

I look Lane in the eyes as I reply, “Your dick.”

His jaw falls open at the admission, and I can’t say I blame him. I’m pretty sure I’ve never even said that word before.

“One day,” he grunts, slamming his fingers into me and teasing my clit. “One day, this will be my dick, and I can fucking promise you that it will feel so much better than anything you’re imagining right now.”

“Lane…”

“You’re pulsing, Ballerina. Come for me. Coat my fingers so I can lick them clean. I’ve been dying for another taste.”

I unravel almost immediately, screaming out as his fingers work me through my orgasm. It’s intense and sublime, perfect and all-consuming.

As soon as I come down, Lane slips his fingers out of me before bringing them directly to his mouth, licking all of my release from them. “Fuck, baby. You taste so good.”

My only response is to kiss him, to taste myself on his lips.

It feels dirty in the best possible way.

Lane may have been right with what he said a little bit ago.

I’m not as innocent as I thought, and I don’t think it has anything to do with the innocence that was stolen from me.

It has everything to do with this man opening up my eyes to new experiences and how fun life can actually be.

I can’t wait to keep exploring it with him.

thirty-eight

Olive

IfIwereHarlow,I don’t think I’d ever move from in front of this window. She and Knox have the perfect view of Lower Manhattan.

“God, I love the view from here, Lo,” I say, swirling my glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.

“Lane has a nice view, too, doesn’t he?” she asks, coming to stand beside me.

“He does. Similar to Rory and Cole’s since they’re all in SoHo.”

Lucia stands now on my other side. “I’m sure you see Lane’s quite a bit,” she smirks, and my cheeks flush.

“Often enough…”

Rory speaks from behind us as she sets a charcuterie board down on the coffee table. “Come on, we’re not here tonight to give Liv a hard time.”

“Nope,” Ella giggles. She’s already had a few glasses of wine. Well, technically, we all have at this point. “We’re here for a men-free evening, ladies!”

“What’s wrong with men?” Harlow asks as we walk over to join Rory and Ella on the sofa.

“Chicks before dicks, duh.”

“You’re literally married,” Lucia laughs. “And I’m assuming Josh has a dick.”

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