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to hold off his own pleasure until she came again.
    Atticus let out a jumble of wordless encouragement as he leaned forward, the perfect angle to thrust his cock into her mouth with sexy sharp snaps of his hips. His forearm muscles bulged as he braced himself on each side of her head. Olivia ran both of her hands up his thighs, cupped his ass cheeks, and delved between the taut muscles. With fingers slick with her own lube she found his hole and circled once before sliding inside with the perfect pressure against the tight ring of muscle.
    “Holy shit, yes,” he groaned over her and thrust a few more times before he came. She swallowed all of him, reveling in the taste and the knowledge that she’d brought this large, hard, invulnerable man to his literal knees with her body and the pleasure she could give him.
    It was an experience she would never pass up and never forget. That was a blessing and curse.
    He continued to plunge inside, gentler now that he had come but riding out the aftershocks. She sucked on him, giving him as much of the last bit of pleasure his over-sensitized skin could handle. He pulled out on a low groan from them both as he slid down her body until they were face to face.
    He traced his thumb along her bottom lip, his touch spreading the tingling warmth settling into her swollen flesh. His gaze studied her and she stared back, willing to let him look for whatever he needed and hoping he found it on some level.
    Atticus closed the distance, his mouth taking hers in a deep, hot kiss that usually was reserved for the beginning of sex, but they were both still hungry. This had burned off a little of the edge but the combination of lust, danger, worry over Katrina, and adrenaline made it impossible to quench. At least for her—and the way he was possessing her mouth, it was the same for him.
    “I can taste me and fuck that’s hot,” he murmured, breaking off the kiss.
    “I love it,” she answered honestly. There were few things she liked better. “I like you inside me, period.”
    This is what they did best. Sex had always been easy. Their compatible kinks, sex drive, desire to push boundaries, and trust had created a place where there was no shame and their needs would always be met.
    For them, the physical had been easy to ask for and give. The emotional stuff outside of the bed had been their downfall.
    “I like being inside you,” he countered, giving her a flash of a grin before rolling off and flopping beside her on the mat. His long body was stretched out, long hair damp with sweat, his skin glistening and his shorts still pushed down. His cock lay on his thigh and she licked her lips at the sight. He caught her and let out a low, dark moan. “Don't even start with that shit. I can’t fuck you again. We’ve got to get going.”
    “Carla arranged for Paulo to be at the club in…” She looked at the clock on the wall of the gym space. “…an hour and a half. Private room so that we can interrogate him.”
    “We? Have you been studying interrogation techniques while you’ve been gone?” he teased.
    “I’ve got the most effective technique right here,” she answered, gesturing with her hand down her entire body. “One look at me and he’ll spill it all.”
    Atticus’s expression darkened as he scowled at her. His voice was low and firm when he spoke. “He’s not going to touch you. If he even looks at you sideways, I’ll end him.”
    She stared at him, her entire being responding to his tone and her brain screaming, If you feel that way then why can’t we be together? He was infuriating and confusing and she wasn’t up to asking the questions she’d need to ask to get the answers she wanted from him. She didn't want to have to pull them out of him anyway. She’d spent her whole life virtually begging at the table of her parents and brothers for the words or the affection that should have been freely given.
    She wasn’t begging this man because the only way she’d know