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“Kent,” she breathed.

Smack.

The crack against her ass vibrated through the room, immediately followed by her yelp and then a moan.

Smack, smack, smack.

I rained down quick slaps, covering each pale inch with the red mark of my hand. Stopping to take time to smooth out the burn, only to spank her again. By the time I was done, she was whimpering and rubbing her thighs together, but I quickly gripped her hips and kicked her feet out, making room for myself between her thighs.

I dragged my hand down and cupped her wet pussy, holding tight. “You are mine,” I growled against the back of her neck. I needed to hear the confirmation, even if it was redundant. Watching Aaron’s hands on her, my brother’s doubts, the chance of losing her—all of it weighed on me, and I just wanted to hear her say it.

“I’m yours.”

It was the only confirmation I needed before tugging her panties aside, and freeing my cock, not waiting a second before pushing all the way in. We both groaned, finally relieved to take care of the ache that had been consuming us the past hour. We’d stopped using condoms, and each time I entered her, her wet heat brought me to the edge.

“Hold on, baby.”

Her knuckles turned white, gripping the desk, and I didn’t hold back when I held her hips and fucked her ruthlessly.

“Kent,” she whimpered. “What if someone comes in?”

“Let them,” I said through clenched teeth. “Let them see me claiming you. Let them watch me fuck you—leaving my mark on you. Then everyone will know that you are mine.”

Reaching around, I swirled my fingers around her clit fast and hard. As much as I didn’t care if someone caught me balls deep inside her, I knew she would. So, I set about making her come fast.

Her hand slapped over her mouth to hold back her screams as her pussy squeezed my cock, pulling my own orgasm from me. I leaned over her back, and bit at her shoulder, groaning my pleasure, spilling my cum inside her.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” I whispered, peppering kisses along her back. She turned her head and met me halfway to meet my lips.

“I love you too.”

I eased out of her and cleaned us both up with the handkerchief I kept in my suit pocket.

Once she righted her dress, she turned to face me, and I jerked her into my arms for another kiss.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s got you so hot and bothered. Other than me, of course.”

I dragged my nose along hers and pressed my forehead to hers. “Watching Aaron even talk to you, and not be able to pull you close killed me.”

“I wasn’t too thrilled with all those girls hanging on your every word.”

“You would be able to rub it in their faces if you’d just admit we’re together.” I hadn’t meant the words to come out so harsh, but I was reaching the end of my rope. Each time I saw Daniel, a noose hung around my neck, just waiting to be pulled tight. I hated lying to him. “Have you even tried to talk to Daniel?”

“I—I haven’t had the time.”

“Then give up a night with me and tell him.”

“I—Kent.”

Pulling out of our embrace, my heart sank when she wouldn’t meet my eyes. Her tongue slicked across her lips as she studied the ground, her hands clenching and unclenching by her side. “Olivia.”

“I just need time.”

“I’ve given you time.” My words echoed around the empty room.

Her eyes jerked to mine, and the bright blue, I loved so much, glossed over. “It’s not that easy.”

“Actually, it is that easy. You want to be an adult, then make the hard decision to get what you want. Stop playing this dumb girl to get your way.”

She stood there, eyes wide, not saying anything like she expected me to take it back. But I wouldn’t. She was mature enough to handle everything, she didn’t get to pick and choose what she showed up for and what she hid behind her façade to avoid.

When I remained silent, she pulled her shoulders back and stood tall, pulling her armor around her. “Is that what you think of me? That I’m some dumb girl?”

“No, Olivia. It’s the fact that I know you aren’t some dumb girl that pisses me off that you keep acting like it when it comes time to tell Daniel.”

Her chest rose and fell over her heavy breathing, but her lips remained pinched tight.

“Olivia, I love you—”

“Then let that be enough,” she interrupted. But I continued like I hadn’t heard her.

“But I can’t keep lying to Daniel. I’m almost forty. I don’t hide who I am.”

Her eyes flicked around the room as if she’d find an answer written on the walls. Eventually, she looked back to me, her eyes defiant, but I could see the plea in them too. “I can’t, Kent. And I’m asking you to be okay with that.”


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