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“Then we better be fast.” I flashed her a wicked grin.

She hesitated for only a second then nodded quickly, and I grabbed a condom. I kissed her again, my tongue mimicking the thrusts of my hips. I swallowed her moans as I tried to hold back my own release. She was so fucking beautiful, so… I squeezed my eyes shut. I was torn between needing that release and wanting it to last as long as possible.

It was too intense.

I didn’t deserve this. Her. Any of it.

Which was why it felt so shitty that I hadn’t told her about my suspension or what had happened with George. I’d brushed off her questions, claiming it was confidential. And it was, but I could’ve told her about it in vague terms. Instead, I’d clammed up. And while part of me wanted to shelter her from it, another part knew I was keeping secrets from her.

“Look at me,” she said, and I returned my focus to her. “Be here…with me.”

I nodded, resting my forehead against hers as our bodies moved in sync. Her breasts swaying, my cock throbbing, heart pounding. I’d never felt more connected to someone, more in tune with their needs and vice versa.

How the hell was I going to say goodbye in a few days?

Olivia had been against long-distance relationships in the past, but I’d hoped that maybe now that we’d met, she’d feel differently. I’d tried to broach the topic with her the other night. See if she ever came to New York, but I hadn’t gotten very far. And the conversation hadn’t been encouraging.

I pushed the thought away. Determined to enjoy this moment. This woman. For however long she’d have me.

“You’re so sexy.” I traced her cheek with my hand, threading my fingers through her hair. “That’s it, baby,” I rasped, feeling her clench around me. “Let go.”

A moment later, she cried out, clutching me to her as she chanted my name.

“Fuck. Yes,” I grunted, holding off as long as possible. Needing to have her come first and hard like always. Preferably multiple times.

Finally, I could take it no more, groaning as I pulsed inside her, her walls gripping me as we rode out our release.

I’d barely come down from the high—was still trying to catch my breath—when she hopped out of bed. I flopped back against the mattress, draping an arm over my forehead. Needing a fucking minute to recover when it felt as if my whole world had shifted.

I wanted to pull her into my arms, to lie in bed all day caressing her skin, but we couldn’t. Not when I knew how important this was to her.

“Get a move on, sailor. We have a work function to attend.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I saluted her and followed her to the bathroom.

After a very quick shower, we sped across town to the hotel where Igloo Books was hosting the Spines for Soldiers event. Despite countless orgasms, Olivia seemed on edge during the drive. I placed my hand on her thigh but said nothing as I studied the streets and buildings we passed. I’d listen if she wanted to talk, but I got the impression she needed a moment to process her thoughts.

It wasn’t until she was pulling into a parking spot that she spoke. “Okay, so…please don’t mention the fact that we’re…”

“That we’re…?” I prodded in a teasing tone, knowing exactly what she was thinking but wanting to hear the words all the same.

“Connor, this is important. I spearheaded this program, and I don’t want to undermine it by making people think it’s a hookup service or something.”

I barked out a laugh but sobered when I saw her serious expression. I took her hand in mine. This was more than a hookup, but now was not the time to dispute her on that. So I merely said, “I know it’s important. And I would never do anything to undermine you or your success.”

She let out a sigh, but the tension remained in her shoulders. “I know.”

This was a big day. An important day—not just for the program, but for Olivia. It was a chance to prove how important the Spines for Soldiers program was. To celebrate its success, but also to justify its continued existence. It was no wonder she was stressed. It was her baby. And from what she’d told me about her boss and her upcoming performance review, it was even more critical.

“Come on, Goody.” I bopped her on the nose.

“Goody?” She furrowed her brows, and I tried not to laugh.

“Yeah. I think it should be your call sign,” I said over my shoulder as I got out of the car, waiting for her to join me before striding toward the building.

“As in Goody-Two-Shoes?” she asked as I held open the door, letting her walk ahead of me.

“Precisely.”

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