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She clearly hasn’t showered after Damien, and while that should gross me out, I find it kind of... hot.
I grunt, unbuttoning my slacks and shoving them down to free myself.
Olivia’s mouth parts as she looks down at my erection, and she puts her hand around me.
I thrust into her hand, and she moans softly.
“I want you inside of me, Sebastian, please.”
“When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?” I’m teasing but also, I’m so hard I could explode in minutes, so I quickly remove her hand and guide myself into her.
Oh, fuck.
She feels so hot and wet, slippery wet, and the glide makes my balls draw up.
“Oh, oh, oh.” She lifts her hips, and I hold onto them while I ram into her, panting, chasing my orgasm instead of worrying about her pleasure.
Olivia must like what I’m doing, though, because she cries out my name, clenching around me within a few strokes.
I hiss as she spasms around me, but I manage to make her come twice before I finally shout and come.
I roll off her and plop onto the bed, panting up at the ceiling.
Olivia lies there for a moment, her leg over my hip, before she gets up.
“I should go and talk to Dom.”
I nod. “I think that’s a good idea.”
She leaves the room, and I close my eyes and see Sophie’s beautiful face staring back at me.
I wish I had more pictures, more video footage than just the wedding one.
I have some pictures on my phone, but not nearly enough.
We could have been like this. We could have had a baby, had a family.
But it wasn’t meant to be, and I have to let that go.
Can I move on with Olivia, given everything? Can I move on with all of them?
Chapter Thirty-Seven
DOMINIC
I stayout on the balcony, hoping the fresh air clears my head. If I walk in on Damien and Olivia again, I think I’ll lose it.
The sliding door opens, and I grit my teeth.
“Bash, if that’s you, for the eighth time, Idon’twant a drink.”
The giggle gives Olivia away, and I turn around to face her with a stony expression, not wanting her to know what I’m thinking.
Hell, I don’t even know what I’m thinking, but it’s not good.
She crosses her arms over her chest, and I sigh.
“You can’t possibly be mad at me. I didn’t do anything!”
