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She wiggles her ass, and I chuckle, putting a firm hand on her hip and guiding myself into her.

I’m already slick from her saliva, but she envelops me with such hot walls that it makes me gasp.

She moans so loud her neighbors will surely complain, pushing back against me, rolling her hips.

I let my hand fall on her left ass cheek and she startles, moaning.

“Be still for a minute, honey. I want you to get used to me.”

“But I want you to fuck me,” she whimpers.

“Patience, baby girl.” I stare down at her ass, trying not to blow.

She finally stills, and I take a deep breath, pushing into her deeper and starting a slow, steady pace.

Olivia’s losing hermind,nearly keening as I fuck her, slamming her ass against my pelvis.

I reach around to put my thumb on her clit, and she explodes around me, clenching so tightly I can only manage a few more thrusts before spilling inside her.

“Jesus,” she breathes. “That might be the hottest sex we’ve ever had.”

“Makeup sex is the best sex,” I slur, exhausted.

I haven’t been sleeping well since the whole leak situation started, and now that it’s handled, I’m tired.

She doesn’t respond but puts her head on my chest, and that’s enough for me.

Chapter Forty-Four

OLIVIA

I wakeup with Dominic wrapped around me like an octopus, and I’m disoriented. I remember last night in a rush and slowly extract myself from his arms.

He grumbles but rolls over and goes back to sleep. He’s always been a heavy sleeper, thank God.

I don’t think I can face him right now.

Because I’m in a dilemma.

I love Dominic. I do. I’m deeply in love with him, and I guess last night means I chose him.

But is that what I want? I keep thinking about Damien, how he’d saved Dominic’s life, about Sebastian, who’d comforted me so sweetly when I first found out I was pregnant.

Is it possible? Is it even feasible to love them all?

It doesn’t matter, because I do. I’m in love with all three of them, and I have no idea how to navigate this situation.

Dominic will never agree to sharing me. Will he?

As if he heard me thinking about him, Dominic pads into the kitchen, wearing just his boxer briefs. His hair is messy, his shoulders broad and covered with scratches from me.

I flush just looking at him.

Why do I want him so much? Him, Sebastian, and Damien. Every time they’re around I feel like I’m in heat.

“We need to talk.”

He blinks sleepily. “If this is about last night?—”