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"Fuck," I mutter against her lips, holding still for a moment to savor the feeling of her around me. "You feel so good, baby."

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Move," she commands, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I obey, withdrawing almost completely before driving back into her. The desk creaks beneath us as I set a relentless pace, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Olivia meets each thrust as her back arches off the desk.

"Sam," she moans, her eyes locked with mine. "Don't stop."

I slide one hand under her, lifting her slightly to change the angle. Her reaction is immediate as a sharp cry escapes her when I hit that spot that makes her walls clench around me.

"Right there," she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair.

The pressure builds at the base of my spine as I drive into her harder, faster. The sight of her taking me, her body yielding to mine, pushes me toward the edge. But I'm determined to make her come again before I lose control.

I slip my hand between us, my thumb finding her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her reaction is electric, her body tensing, her inner walls gripping me tighter.

"Come for me again," I demand, my voice rough with need. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock."

I continue thrusting into Olivia, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Her eyes lock with mine, hazy with pleasure but so present, so alive. The connection between us transcends the physical — it's raw, real, undeniable.

"I'm close," she gasps, pulling me closer to kiss me.

"Come with me," I urge against her lips, my voice strained as I fight to hold back my own release. I want to feel her fall apart around me one more time.

Her body tightens, trembling on the edge. I slide my hand between us again, circling my thumb against her. The added sensation pushes her over, and she shatters beneath me, crying out my name. The sight of her coming undone and the feeling of her pulsing does me in.

I bury my face in her neck as my own orgasm crashes through me, groaning her name against her skin as I empty myself inside her. For a moment, we stay locked together, breathing heavily, our hearts pounding in sync.

"I love you," I whisper against her neck, the words slipping out naturally now. "I love you so much it terrifies me."

Olivia cradles my face in her hands, guiding me up to look at her. Her eyes shine with tears and something else — something warm and bright that makes my chest ache.

"I love you too," she says, her voice steady and sure.

I pepper her with kisses before resting my forehead on hers. "I promise I'm done running. Whatever comes next, we face it together."

Her smile is radiant, healing something broken inside me. "Together," she agrees, sealing the promise with a kiss.

EPILOGUE

Olivia

Six months later

Friday night at Gino's has never looked better. We're packed with customers, and the warm glow of success wraps around me like a blanket.

A lot has changed in six months. For one, I'm no longer a captive of the city’s mafia boss. No, I'm his girlfriend now. I smile at the thought.

"Another round for our table, boss lady?" Naz calls over the buzz of conversation. Our crew has taken up a whole section of the bar every Friday night for the last few months. It started when Sam wouldn't leave the bar when I was working evenings, and now it's become a thing.

"Coming right up," I say, grabbing fresh glasses.

I glance across the room to where Sam sits with Adrian, their heads bent together in conversation. Even when discussing business, Sam's eyes find mine every few minutes, a silent check-in that makes my heart flutter.

"You're staring again," Lana teases, sliding onto a barstool beside Madi.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I laugh, pouring their usual drinks.

Zoe joins them. "Your grandfather's killing me at cards again."