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Olivia's hands come up to cover mine, warm and alive. "But it didn't happen," she says firmly, grabbing my hand and placing it over her chest. I can feel her heart thrumming. "Feel that? I'm right here. I'm alive."

I feel her heartbeat beneath my palm, strong and steady. It grounds me in this moment, in the reality that she's here, alive and fighting for us.

"I've been so lost without you," I admit, my voice rough with emotion. "These past days...I couldn't sleep, couldn't think straight. All I could see was you, bleeding in my arms."

"Then stop seeing what could have happened and see what's happening now."

Her eyes hold mine, those beautiful blue depths that saw through my walls from the beginning. I brush my thumb across her lower lip, feeling her breath catch.

"I'm not going anywhere, Sam," she whispers. "Not unless you push me away again."

"Never," I promise, lowering my mouth to hers.

The kiss starts gentle, a reaffirmation, but quickly transforms into something hungrier. My hands slide down her back, pulling her flush against me as she arches into my touch. The taste of her, sweet apples and citrus, floods my senses.

Olivia's fingers tangle in my hair, tugging slightly as she deepens the kiss. A groan escapes me as her body presses against mine, igniting a fire that consumes all rational thought.

I pull back, gripping her hand in mine. “Come on, let me take you home.”

We’ve barely madeit through my front door before Olivia’s lips are back on mine.

"I need you," she breathes against my lips, her hands already working at the buttons of my shirt.

I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to my office.

"I need you more," I murmur against her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips.

I capture her mouth again as my hands squeeze her ass. She arches into my touch, a soft sound escaping her that drives me wild.

Lowering her onto the desk, I sweep papers to the floor with one arm. Olivia's eyes widen, darkening with desire as I position her at the edge, her legs dangling.

I push her shirt up to expose her stomach, pressing my lips to her skin, trailing kisses down the soft curve of her belly. "I need to taste you."

Her breath catches as my fingers tug at the elastic of her leggings. She lifts her hips, helping me slide them down her legs along with her underwear. The sight of her spread out on the desk, half-clothed and completely mine, sends a surge of possessive hunger through me.

I drop to my knees before her, hooking her legs over my shoulders. Her skin is impossibly soft against my rough palms as I spread her thighs wider.

"Sam," she breathes, propping herself up on her elbows to watch me.

I hold her gaze as I lower my mouth to her, my first taste making us both groan. Her head falls back, a breathless curse escaping her lips as my tongue explores her. I take my time, savoring her, repeating what makes her thighs tremble against my shoulders.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me where she needs me most. I follow her lead, circling my tongue just right until her breathing turns ragged.

"Don't stop," she pants, her hips rising to meet my mouth.

I grip her thighs tighter, holding her in place as I increase the pressure. Her body tenses, trembling on the edge. I slide one hand up to pin her hips to the desk as I double my efforts, determined to watch her fall apart.

When she comes, it's with my name on her lips, her body arching beautifully off the desk. I don't let up, working her through each wave until she's shaking and pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive and whimpering.

I press a final kiss to her inner thigh, looking up at her flushed face and dazed eyes. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her hair a wild halo around her head.

Standing slowly, my eyes never leave Olivia's flushed face. She looks utterly wrecked already, sprawled across the desk with her chest heaving and her lips parted. The sight of her like this — wanting me, needing me — makes my control snap.

"I need to be inside you," I growl, unbuckling my belt with urgent fingers.

Olivia pushes herself up on her elbows, eyes darkening as she watches me free myself. "Yes," she breathes, reaching for me.

I position myself between her thighs, running my length through her wetness. The sensation makes us both groan. I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss as I push inside her, swallowing her gasp as I fill her completely.