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Pressing my palms against his chest, I feel the solid muscle beneath his shirt. "What is this?" I ask, the words popping from my lips before I have a chance to overthink them.

Sam tilts his head, his eyebrow ticking. "What is what?"

"This." I wave my hand between our bodies as my heart pounds in my ears. "This thing between us. What are we doing? What are we?"

Sam closes his eyes for a moment, his hands dropping from the wall, no longer caging me in.

"I'm not good at relationships, Olivia," he says finally.

Something burns inside my chest. I don't even want to date Sam, but those words have me aching.

"That's not what I'm asking for," I say. "But you can't just fuck me, abandon ship, and then show up the next day, making demands. It's confusing?—"

"Abandon ship?" Sam muses. "Is this because I didn't sleep over… Is that what you want?"

"No. Yes.I don't know."I huff, throwing up my hands and letting them fall. "I'm confused, alright? You're so hot and cold, and I don't know what I'm doing."

"It's not that complicated, baby girl. You're mine."

"You can't just claim me! You keep saying I'm yours, but I'm a person. I don't belong to you!" I shove my hands against his chest, but he doesn't budge. Instead, he lifts his hands and presses them against the shelf, caging me in again.

"You are mine, Olivia. You've been mine since our eyes met in that alley. Need me to prove it to you?"

THIRTY-THREE

Sam

I'm crossing a line.

It's the thought that's been on my mind since I made Olivia come all over my tongue a week ago. I tried avoiding her, but that didn't work out either. Once I heard her moaning my name while she touched herself, my last thread of self-control snapped, and before I could process another thought, I was back between her legs.

And now that I've both tasted and felt her cunt, I don't think I'll ever get enough.

I'm confusing her, though. That's what she said.

Funny, because I'm confusing myself.

I keep telling her she belongs to me, but everything inside me screams that attachments are dangerous. Yet, I have no desire to let her go. I want to settle between those thighs, night after night, listening to the way she screams as she comes undone around my cock.

"Back up, Sam." Her palms press against my chest again, and she pushes me, a futile effort that doesn't move me an inch. "I need to get back out there."

"Sorry, sweetheart. I think you need a lesson in understanding who you belong to." My fingers find the button of her jeans, pulling it open and tugging the denim material until it's sliding down her legs.

"Saaam…" She draws out my name in a breathy whisper. She may be trying to push me away, but it's clear that she still wants me.

She's wearing a pair of lacy panties. I need to send Ana a large tip as a thank you for Olivia's wardrobe. And maybe have her buy Olivia more panties… I grip the fabric in my hand and tug, watching as it bunches up until it snaps.

"Sam!" Olivia flinches, eyes widening when the material stings her sensitive flesh.

"Don't worry, baby girl, I'll kiss it better."

Placing a hand on each thigh, I push the two apart, making more space for me to get between them.

"Oh God," Olivia pants, her fingers gripping onto the bars of the shelving unit.

"Not God." I chuckle darkly, slipping a finger through her folds. "Who makes you this wet?" I ask, my finger coming away glistening with her juices.

"You." Her pupils dilate as she stares down at me, her voice breathy.