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I came to stand behind her as she stared out at the skyline. I got the feeling Olivia was used to the finer things in life, even if her home was relatively modest. If I wanted a future with her, then it was a good thing I made a six-figure salary working for Hudson. I saved most of it and invested.

“Would you rather stay here with me for the week?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her and tucking my chin on her shoulder. I didn’t really care where we stayed so long as we were together.

She shook her head. “Not unless you’d be more comfortable here. I know my place doesn’t have the security you desire.”

She’d delivered the words in such an even tone, I almost didn’t pick up on what she’d said. But when I saw her smirk in the reflection of the large glass window, I pinched her side. She gave out a yelp and tried to twist in my arms, but I held her in place.

“Connor.” She wriggled against me, and it had my cock hardening against my zipper.

“Olivia,” I said in a poor attempt to mimic her tone.

“You’re terrible.” She said it in a chastising manner, but she smiled the entire time.

I leaned down so my mouth was next to her ear. “You started it.”

She laughed then, and I finally released her, willing my body to calm down. We were supposed to go out to dinner. Go for a real date.

She turned to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I placed my hands on her waist, peering down at her. She fit perfectly, as if she was made for me. And I couldn’t stop touching her.

“Hi.” She smiled. Her sparkling green eyes were full of such trust and adoration, it nearly took my breath away. I’d never had someone look at me the way Olivia did. I wasn’t sure I deserved it, but damn did it feel good.

“Hi.” I smiled back.

She tugged on the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head.

“What are you doing?” I asked as she smoothed her palms down my back.

“Helping you change.” She kissed my pec. The center of my chest. My stomach. My skin electric everywhere her lips touched.

When she unbuckled my belt and started to unbutton my pants, I clenched my fists at my sides. “Thisis not going to get us to dinner any faster.”

She knelt to the floor and peered up at me with those doe eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no,” I rasped, barely hanging on to my remaining shred of control. “But what about Olga? Won’t she get hungry?” I teased, though I could hardly think straight.

Olivia grinned. “That’s what room service is for.”

She licked my cock from root to tip. I groaned, both at what she was doing with her tongue and the fact that I’d wanted to take her out. I’d had a plan…

But then she took me in her mouth, and I gave up. It was too hot. Too wet. The way she looked up at me from on her knees. The way she swirled her tongue around my tip.

“I fucking love…”Shit.I’d come so close to admitting something I had no right to. But this woman did funny things to my brain. Funny things to my heart. Like make me want what I couldn’t have. “When you do that.”

But when she pumped my shaft at the same time as she took me in her mouth, thoughts of anything else fled my brain. Because all I could think was—need. Ineededthis woman.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

“So,” Connor said, twirling my hair around his finger. I was resting on his chest, enjoying the sight of this sexy man in a quiet hotel room, the city bustling outside far below us. “Any remaining doubts about how much I like you?”

I laughed, the sound throaty, sexy even. Connor had been both vigorous and thorough in his efforts to prove how much he liked me. And I definitely wasn’t going to complain. Especially not while my body was still humming, happy after my latest orgasm. “No. But I think I’m going to be sore later.”

“Then I’ll just have to kiss it better.” He smiled, his dimple making an appearance.

How could one man be both adorable and incredibly sexy? His smile melted my heart, even as his naughty words heated my core.

“You hungry?” he asked, reaching over to grab his phone. “It’s getting late, but we could still go somewhere.”

I burrowed into his chest. There was nowhere I’d rather be than here, in his arms. “I don’t think I can move. You’re going to break me.”