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I think he might be right.

I’ve fallen for my little witness.

I can't getOlivia out of my head the entire drive home. The sight of her in that emerald dress, the way it hugs every curve of her body, the way she smiled at me during the wedding. It's all I can think about. My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel, fighting the urge to pull over and take her right here in the car.

When we finally arrive at the mansion, I barely get the front door closed before I'm on her. She gasps as I push her against the wall, my mouth finding hers in a hungry kiss.

"I've been waiting to do this all night," I growl against her lips, my hands already working at the zipper of her dress. The silky material pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black thong and heels.

"Sam," she says, nearly moaning as I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist.

We don't make it far. The grand staircase is right there, and I can't wait any longer. I lay her down on the steps, the marble cold against her bare skin.

"Here?" she asks, her eyes wide with surprise and desire.

"Right here," I confirm, loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. "I need you now."

Her hands reach for my belt, helping me shed my clothes. I hover over her, taking in the sight of her splayed across my staircase, hair fanned out, chest rising and falling with each breath.

"You're fucking perfect," I murmur, lowering myself over her.

The coolness of the marble against my knees contrasts with the heat of her body. Her back arches as I enter her, another moan escaping her lips that echoes through the foyer. I capture the sound with my mouth, kissing her deeply as we move together.

"Sam," she whispers my name like a prayer, her nails digging into my back, urging me deeper.

I grasp Olivia's hips and flip her over in one swift motion. The marble steps press against her stomach and breasts as I position myself behind her. Her ass is perfect in front of me, and I can't resist giving it a light slap.

"Hands on the steps," I command, my voice thick with desire.

She complies immediately, bracing herself on the cold marble. I grip her hips and enter her again, the new angle allowing me to go deeper. At the feeling, she whimpers, and I feel her tighten around me.

"You like that?" I growl into her ear, leaning over her back, my chest pressed against her. "You like being fucked on my staircase, where anyone could see you?"

"Yes," she moans with a shiver, pushing back against me.

I slide one hand around to her front, finding her clit with my fingers. She jolts at my touch, then grinds against me.

"You're mine," I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear as I thrust into her. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she pants, her voice breaking as I increase the pressure on her clit.

My fingers work in tight circles while I maintain a relentless rhythm. I can feel her trembling beneath me, getting closer to the edge.

"That's it," I encourage, my breath hot against her neck. "Come for me, Olivia. Let me feel you come around my cock."

Her body tenses as the orgasm builds. Driving into her harder, my fingers never stop their movement against her sensitive flesh.

"Sam!" she cries out as she shatters, her inner walls pulsing around me.

I hold her tight against me as she rides out her pleasure, continuing to stroke her through the aftershocks. Her body is slick with sweat, her breathing ragged as she collapses against the steps.

I'm not finished with her yet. Her body trembles with aftershocks, but I need more. I scoop her up in my arms, her naked body pressed against my chest. She's light as a feather as I carry her up the stairs, her arms wrapped loosely around my neck.

"Sam," she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming my name.

"We're not done," I growl, kicking open my bedroom door.

Tossing her onto my bed, I watch as she bounces slightly on the mattress. Her hair is wild around her face, her lips swollen from my kisses, her skin flushed pink. She's never looked more beautiful.