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"You son of a?—"

I ignore him, setting the phone down beside Olivia's hip as I drop back to my knees between her legs. Her breath catches as I press a kiss on her inner thigh.

"Sam," she whispers, half warning, half plea.

I grin against her skin, then drag my tongue slowly through her folds. She gasps, her back arching off the table.

"Let your ex hear who you belong to, Olivia."

"What's happening? Olivia?" Rhett's voice comes through the speaker, confused and angry.

I circle her clit with my tongue, feeling her thighs tremble on either side of my head. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as she moans loud enough for Rhett to hear.

I focus completely on Olivia, her taste flooding my senses as I worship her with my mouth. Her thighs quiver against my cheeks, her fingers tightening in my hair as I circle her clit with my tongue. I glance up, watching her face contort with pleasure, her back arching off the table.

"Sam," she moans, still loud enough for Rhett to hear every delicious sound she makes.

I slip two fingers inside her, curling them upward as I suck her clit between my lips. Her hips buck against my face, chasing the sensation.

"That's it," I growl against her. "Show him who makes you feel this good."

She whimpers, her body tensing as I increase my pace. I can feel her getting close, her walls tightening around my fingers.

"Please," she gasps, her head thrashing from side to side. "Don't stop."

I have no intention of stopping. I work her relentlessly, my fingers pumping into her as my tongue flicks rapidly over her sensitive bud. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, filling the room and undoubtedly carrying through the phone.

"Come for me, Olivia," I command against her slick flesh. "Let him hear you come on my tongue."

Her body obeys, seizing beneath me as she cries out my name. With her back arching off the table, her thighs clamp around my head as pleasure rips through her. I don't let up, drawing out her orgasm until she's trembling and pushing weakly at my shoulders.

From the phone, I hear Rhett hiss out a curse before the line goes dead.

I rise to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I look down at Olivia. She's breathtaking — flushed, panting, her hair spread out across the table like a dark halo.

"You're mine," I tell her, my voice rough with desire. "And I'm yours. No one else gets to touch you, to taste you, to hear you come apart like that."

I lean down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

"Mine," I whisper against her mouth.

THIRTY-NINE

Sam

Ilean back in my chair at Saints and Sinners, nursing my bourbon as John goes over the latest intelligence on the Serpents. The dimly lit bar buzzes with afternoon drinkers, none close enough to overhear us.

"Kade's still in the wind," John says, sliding a folder across the table. "Feds are looking, but he's got connections. My guess is, he's holed up somewhere outside of the city."

"And his men?" I tap my finger against the glass.

"Quiet. Too quiet." John's face tightens. "They're planning something. You don't go after afamiglialike ours and then just disappear."

I nod, trying to focus on the threat at hand, but my mind keeps drifting to Olivia. The way she looked this morning, hair spread across my pillow, peaceful in her sleep. How she kissed me before I left, like she meant it.

"Sam? You listening?" John snaps his fingers.

"Yeah, sorry. Go on."