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More of this.

More of him.

His fingers slide from my mouth, slow and sticky, and he wipes them across my lips like he owns the moment. Like heowns me.

“You can freshen up in my bathroom,” he says, stepping back just far enough for me to breathe again. “We’re going to lunch.”

I blink. “Lunch?”

His mouth curves.

“Yes. You’ve earned it.”

He walks around his desk, already picking up his phone like nothing happened.

I sit there for a moment; wrecked, panting, soaked through, with my panties still twisted beneath my skirt, trying to understand how this became my life.

And somehow, lunch with Warren Beaumont feels more intimate than the orgasm he just gave me.

Chapter eighteen

War

Olivia Baker is easy.

Easy to command.

Easy to redirect.

Easy to make come.

She’s also the mostenticingwoman I’ve ever met.

She thinks she’s overwhelmed. Thinks this is all too much. But I know better.

I felt the way her hips rolled for me, the way she sucked my fingers like she was made for it.

She’s spiraling.

Overthinking.

Shealwaysdoes.

I lean back in my chair, phone pressed to my ear, pretending to check a message that doesn’t exist. My eyes track her as she rises from my desk; unsteady, flushed, wrecked in the prettiest fucking way.

She smooths her skirt. Adjusts her blouse.

But she doesn’t know I can still see her panties, the back of her skirt still up. Showingmylace across that plump gorgeous ass.

She crosses the room toward the bathroom like she’s walking into a courtroom, her shoulders squared, mind racing.

She’s thinking too hard again.

I put the phone down without a word and follow.

Her hand is on the bathroom door when I catch up.

She turns, startled. “Warren—”