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His gaze dropped to Olivia, and the possibilities she presented. She had a tech-smart brain, and her skills didn’t only apply to hacking and research. With a few nudges of persuasion, he thought she’d be an asset to the club’s marketing team.
For ten minutes, he chatted with Connie until Thane woke properly, looking groggy and shellshocked. As the Switch guzzled a bottle of water, they discussed how he was dealing with the physical demands of his past injuries, and how Zeke could tackle some of his own with a visit or two to Myna, Loki’s beloved.
Olivia’s reemergence into consciousness wasn’t quite as dignified as Thane’s. One moment, she was limp and asleep, her body loose under Zeke’s gentle stroking, and the next, she catapulted awake, rocking back and almost cracking the top of her head beneath his chin.
Eyes wild and unfocused, she blinked rapidly.
He cupped her cheek gently, his fingers tapping the pale skin. “Bad dream?”
The sound she made was a dry croak.
Grabbing the open bottle of water, he held it to her lips, angling it so she could only sip instead of gulp. The last thing she needed was sucking down the bottle just to throw it back up again when her system revolted. “Atta girl, Livvy. Slowly does it.”
“You’re very good with her,” Connie commented. “I see why you’re smitten with her.”
“Smitten,” Thane scoffed, sending Zeke a companionable wink. He scratched lazily at an itch on his bare chest. “That expression he’s wearing is love, sugar. I should know, I’ve seen it in the mirror enough times on my own damn face.”
Hearing their voices, Olivia stopped drinking. Water dribbled down her chin as she froze, her eyes rolling toward the opposite end of the couch. Her pale skin illuminated with a fierce blush, then she hurriedly tried to drag the blanket around her exposed front where it had slipped down to her waist.
“Leave it,” Zeke ordered quietly. “These beautiful tits belong to me now, Livvy. I’ll show them off if I feel like it.” As she fidgeted nervously on his lap, he set the bottle aside and spread his hand over the soft weight of one breast, shielding her from view. “Thane ain’t interested in how you look naked.”
“I do like breasts,” his friend replied, but those tiger-like amber eyes weren’t on Olivia. Nope, the man exhibited great wisdom by raking his gaze over his Mistress. “But I only have eyes for one delicious pair.”
“Smooth,” Connie told him with a roll of her eyes. “We all know it’s my ass you love most. No,” she scolded when he growled playfully and shifted to lift her onto his thighs. “That wasn’t an invitation, Thane. Behave, or you’ll wear the cage for the rest of the night.”
Zeke grimaced, feeling his balls draw up into his body and his cock shrivel in sympathy. He shook his head when Thane shrugged off the threat and pretended to snack on his wife.
“See? Nothin’ to worry about, angel.” Rubbing his thumb over her nipple, he sighed contentedly. Why did everything seemrightwhen he was touching some part of her? It didn’t matter whether it was her cheek, her breasts, or even a quick skim of their fingers.
The smallest contact between them brought him peace.
Five minutes ticked past before Olivia finally relaxed, apparently convinced that she wasn’t under any outside scrutiny. When she returned her head to his shoulder and sighed, Zeke rewarded her bravery with a soft kiss, tugging the blanket around her so not an inch of her torso was visible. “Good girl, Livvy. Want some chocolate?”
“No, I… I think I just want to sleep.”
Frowning, Zeke tipped her head back with a knuckle beneath her chin, assessing her eyes. Now the shock of her rude awakening had passed, she really did look exhausted. Another reason why he should’ve toned the scene down a bit, he admonished himself.
Concerned about subdrop, he hummed quietly, low in his throat. “All right. We’ll sit here for a while longer, then I’ll take you home. Drink some more water,” he ordered without heat, “and snuggle in.”
“It feels rude.”
“Sleepin’?”
She nodded, her cheek rubbing against his shirt. “We have company.”
“Angel, I don’t care if you fall asleep with a state senator in the goddamn room. You are my priority.” Determined to rehydrate her, he picked up the second bottle and opened it, pressing it to her lips. “Which means, if you’re tired, you sleep. I’ll take care of everything else—you’re the only thing that matters.”
She drank, but he got the feeling it was only because he wanted her to; she liked to please him, which in turn made him eager to make her happy. “I love you, Zeke.”
“I love you, too.”
Chapter Seven
Olivia
Apparently, sex with Zeke was akin to running a marathon.
At least, her body believed so, the morning after their night at Avalon.