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I watch the fire in Olivia's eyes, her chest rising and falling faster with each breath. The confession hangs between us, raw and undeniable. She's mine. I'm hers. The simplicity of it hits me like a freight train.

"Show me," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Something snaps inside me. I sweep my arm across the table, sending plates and glasses crashing to the floor. The sound of shattering crystal barely registers — only her gasp — as I lift her onto the cleared surface, my hands gripping her waist.

"I'm going to taste every inch of you," I growl, pushing her back until she's lying before me like a feast.

I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, pouring every ounce of possession and need into it. Her lips part beneath mine, a soft moan escaping her throat as I trail kisses down her neck. My hands work quickly, unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it open to reveal the lace beneath.

"Beautiful," I murmur against her skin, my fingers tracing the curve of her breast.

I push her skirt up around her waist, hooking my fingers into her panties and dragging them down her legs. She lifts her hips to help me, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Sam," she breathes, reaching for me.

I catch her wrists and pin them gently above her head. "Not yet. First, I want to taste you."

I drop to my knees between her legs, spreading her thighs wider. The sight of her laid out before me, flushed and wanting, nearly undoes me. As I press my lips to her inner thigh, she trembles beneath my touch.

"I'm going to make you forget every man who came before me," I promise, moving higher with each kiss.

Just as my mouth reaches the center of her, a shrill ringing cuts through the air. Her phone vibrates on the edge of the table where it had escaped my earlier sweep.

She reaches for the device, blue eyes scanning over the caller ID. I can see the moment her face twists, and she silences the phone, flipping it upside down on the table.

"Who was that?" I ask. I want to know,needto know who made her face twist in annoyance like that.

"No one." She reaches for my face, her palm brushing against my cheek. "Please, I need you."

"Olivia—" The phone begins its vibration again, cutting off my words.

She peeks at the caller ID, and then quickly silences it again.

Now I'm becoming annoyed.

"Olivia, who the fuck is calling you?—"

Again, the phone vibrates. This time, I reach over her, snatching it out of her hand with a growl.

My jaw clenches when I see the name on the screen.Rhett.

"Sam, don't—" Olivia reaches for the phone, but I step back, holding it out of her reach.

My thumb slides across the screen, accepting the call. I put it on speaker.

"Olivia? Finally. We need to talk about?—"

"Olivia's busy," I cut in, my voice like ice.

There's a pause on the other end of the line. I can almost picture this corporate prick's face going pale.

"I want to speak to my fiancée," he says, trying to sound authoritative.

I laugh, but it’s dangerous. "Ex-fiancée. And right now, she's spread out on my dining table, waiting for me to finish what we started."

Olivia's eyes widen, a flush pinkening her cheeks. I hold her gaze as I continue.

"She's mine now. Every. Inch. Of. Her." I emphasize each word, watching Olivia's pupils dilate. "And I'm about to remind her exactly who she belongs to."