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Victor came awake slowly, spooned around Olivia. Another warm body pressed against his back snoring softly. Taz.
It felt right. Comfortable. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up in a strange bed, outside of the occasional hotel room when he was traveling for work. In the past year or so, there’d been no women in his life, except his mother and four sisters, and he’d been okay with that.
Until Olivia.
His morning erection pushed into her bottom, and he breathed deeply into her hair on the pillow they shared, drawing in the scent of her shampoo. If only he could stay in this place, forget about the worries pressing into his brain already.
Olivia shifted slightly, sighing as her hand found his arm. She gently trailed her fingers over his wrist to his hand, pulling it tighter around her abdomen. Her bottom pressed back into him, an invitation.
He didn’t need further encouragement. Snaking his hand down the edge of her nightgown, he eased the satin over her hip.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
His hard-on grew even more painful.
Her moan was low and soft, her legs opening to allow his fingers access. He tickled her soft folds, enjoying her heat and the wetness he found. Part of his brain urged him to get up and check on Cooper, but his other brain, now situated at Liv’s warm entrance, suffocated the demand.
He buried his face in her hair, nuzzling her neck and tracing his tongue down the knobs of her cervical spine. His fingers slid through her wetness and found the spot that made her catch her breath.
Along with her increased breathing, he heard panting in his ear. Taz was awake and leaning over Victor’s shoulder to see what was going on.
“Down,” he demanded.
The dog licked his face and he had to give the command again, but then Taz got the point and bailed. In his arms, Liv laughed. “For a second, I thought you were talking to me.”
He chuckled, stroking her until she cried out his name, her orgasm tightening around his fingers. Once she came down, he maneuvered her onto her stomach, propping her hips on a pillow and plunged inside.
Their coupling was hard and fast, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. Outside of the interrupted hook-up the previous day, it was only the second time he’d had the pleasure of exploring her body. He meant to take it slow, but she did things to him that made that plan fly out the window. Every touch, every kiss, every moan made him lose control.
Victor never lost control.
What is happening to me?
His overactive brain finally shut down as Olivia bucked under him, crying out his name again on her second orgasm. He helped her ride it until she was nothing but a beautiful, quivering mass of boneless female under him.
And then she shifted onto her back, running a hand through his hair and spreading her legs wide once more to take him inside. Gripping his hair, she found his bottom lip with her teeth and nibbled. The sudden assault sent him over his own edge and he thrust into her, burying himself into her heat one final time.
As his cock spent itself, pulsing inside her, he bent his head and kissed her deeply. Bliss infused him from head to toe, mindless and welcome.
In the aftermath, they spooned once more for a few quiet moments. Victor had nearly dozed off when his phone rang from the nightstand, the sound of Thomas’s ringtone telling him who the caller was.
His temporary reprieve over, he leaned across Liv and retrieved it. “Thomas,” he answered, dread in his chest. “How’s Cooper?”
“Stable, sir, but that’s not why I’m calling.”
Olivia scooted off the bed and headed for the bathroom. The male in him enjoyed the sway of her hips under the body-hugging satin as she walked.
He swung his legs off the bed and sat up. “Did you get a hit on one of our suspects?”
Thomas’s voice was strained. “Nothing solid.”
“Then what is it?”
“There’s been another incident.”
Everything in him went south. He came to his feet. “What happened?”
