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“We were pitted against each other. Our dad thought it would make us tougher. Really, it just made us suspicious of each other. I didn’t realize how abnormal that was until I saw you and Danny together.”

“Not all siblings get along, Austin. It’s okay. I know people who hate their brothers.”

I nod, continuing to stroke her, and my shoulders melt into the mattress a little more. Maybe this bed can mold to us too. Not that long ago, I thought the basement mattress was comfortable, but it’ll never top this. Having Olivia in my arms after fucking each other senseless. You can’t buy that level of comfort.

I want to tell her more. But I’m not sure she can handle it.

“What about your father? He’s the boss, right?”

Usually, when a woman asks about my father, my spidey senses are on high alert. There’s nothing more suspicious than someone sleeping with me and then asking questions about The Organization. But with Olivia, I know she’s just trying to understand me.

“He’s a bad man, baby.” I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. “Let’s not talk about him here.”

“You can talk to me, though. Outside of this little cocoon.” She lifts her chin, her face neutral.

I feel my dick twitch.Fuck, I’m ready to go again.The curve of her hip is accentuated by her leg draping over my thigh. Her waist dips low, and I trail my eyes along the ridge of her side before taking in her luscious round tits. If there is a god, they should have just stopped with her. She’s perfect.

Her eyebrow arches. I smirk, taking in all her glory. Her lips part as she goes to speak, but I flip her over, pushing her shoulder into the mattress. A half-moan, half-yelp releases from her lips.

“Are you trying to find out all my secrets, Killer?” I let my voice drop an octave.

She bites her lip for me. “You know all of mine. It seems only fair,” she whispers.

I push my hard cock against her as she widens her legs for me. “Not yet, but I will.

???

Olivia gets out of bed at the ass crack of dawn. She is already showered, buffed, and polished, all before I roll out of bed. My lazy days in the basement seem to have gotten me out of my rigid routines.

Her lilac gym gear is her outfit choice for the day as she does a little morning yoga, treating me to a view of her perfect ass.

“You could join me, you know,” she huffs, lifting her arm straight as she twists, face tilted toward the ceiling’s panel moldings.

“I’m good here, baby . . . so good.”

She glances over to see me leaning on my elbow, watching her like my own personalized show. I give her a small wink, and she laughs, losing her balance.

“So tonight, we’re meeting with Nicole, right?” I ask, knowing full well that’s the case. I’ve had Luca run a background check on her, the guy working at her stall, and her company. They are all legit, seemingly charming people. My instincts were right the first time I saw how protectively the guy, Josh, stood by the pint-sized Nicole.

“Yeah, she owns the brand I’m most looking forward to working with. Her outfits are kind of country chic. There aretassels and sparkles, which makes it fun to work out in. I’m excited to get to know her a little better. Although I’m not sure Josh is coming. I’ll text her to ask.”

My guess is Josh isn’t going to let Nicole out of his sight, but that’s just one man’s opinion.

The evening rolls around quicker than I expect. Olivia has another long day of meeting brands and giving talks as well as attending a few lectures on social media trends and business planning.

She returns to the hotel around four-thirty. Our dinner reservation is for eight, so we have a little time. But as much as I want to pounce her the second she’s back, I have plans.

The massage tables are set up in the living room—two, one for each of us. I have no doubt that Olivia’s version of self-care is actually after-care. She’s been busy taking care of Danny for so long now. With her parents gone, who’s been looking after her? She is so strong and independent—someone who works fucking hard to get shit done. But she’s mine to take care of now. What’s the point in having money if you can’t spend it where it counts?

A snick of the door follows the buzz of the keycard. The soft spa music is playing over the low lights, ready for her to relax as soon as she steps in.

“Austin?”

“Hey, Killer.”

I step up, taking her bag and phone, placing them on the side table before taking her by the hand. I lead her into the living area, where Janie and Chris are waiting patiently.

“What’s this?”