Olivia nodded, and her fingers ghosted over my chest, her touch soft, sexy. Then, without a word, she slid down from the desk and sank to her knees before me.
She arched her hips toward me, her hands clutching at my arms as I rocked against her, the length of me gliding between her wetness with each thrust.
I kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter. “Soon,” I vowed.
“Lennox…” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please…”
Just her lips on mine-soft, warm and desperate.
Gently, I pulled away, brushing her hair back from her face. I laid beside her, one arm wrapping around her as she curled into me, her cheek pressed to my chest.
“Olivia…” I managed, my voice barely a whisper. “What… what are you doing?” Everything in me shattered.
Then she laid back on the floor, spreading her legs for me, her body bathed in moonlight and firelight.
To feel.
But the second her tongue brushed mine, I lost it.
Her breathing was uneven, her body trembling.
She swallowed hard but nodded in agreement.
She reached up, cupping my cheek. “Lennox…”
Only she did.
Her kiss was fire. Need and nostalgia. It stole my breath and gave it back in pieces, wrapped in everything we’d lost… and everything we still could be.
I moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down her s thighs open, baring the most sacred part of her.
Just to look.
I tried to warn her. “I’m going to-“
Her moans were like prayers. my hands spreading her
My finger slid into her slowly, curling just right, matching the rhythm of my tongue. She was already so close, already gasping my name like it was the only word she remembered.
I positioned myself between her thighs, sliding my length against her slick folds-not entering-just gliding, teasing, giving her exactly what she asked for. The friction made us both gasp.
I groaned into her mouth, my arms locking around her out of instinct. My hands skated over her back, memorizing the feel of her skin, the way she trembled-not from fear, but from desire.
She didn’t respond.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered. “Let me.”
She moaned around me, the vibration sending me spiraling. My hips bucked forward as
I came, hard, spilling into her mouth with a guttural growl. She swallowed it all-every drop-never breaking eye contact.
Her moans were soft and needy, mine ragged and desperate.
“You sure?” I asked, cupping her cheek.
“I want you more than anything” I whispered into her hair. “But let’s have that talk tomorrow, alright?”
And she was mine.
But she didn’t stop.
My gaze raked over her naked form-her firm breasts, the delicate peaks of her pink, hardened nipples. Then my eyes drifted lower-to the gentle curve of her stomach, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips-until they landed on her neatly shaved pussy.
When I finally opened my eyes, she was wiping her lips with the back of her hand, still kneeling. Glowing. Smirking slightly.
But I didn’t give in.
Instead, I chuckled low against her skin, the sound vibrating against her breast. “If I do that, Olivia… my brothers will kill me.”
Levi must’ve noticed my hesitation because he chuckled softly. “You knocked out cold. Lennox carried you in. Louis insisted you wear something comfortable. We all agreed on the shirt.” ~
I forced my eyes open.
“Mmm…” I groaned, half asleep, trying to bury my face into the pillow.
Then, gently, Levi walked over and lowered me down onto the bed. Before I could even settle, Lennox reached out and pulled me into his arms, tucking me close to himself.
But Louis just chuckled, completely unbothered. “She loves it. Don’t you, sweetheart?” he murmured, pressing one more exaggerated kiss to the tip of my nose,
And just like that-I teleported.
Then Louis flashed me a boyish grin from beneath Lennox. “Morning, beautiful.”
“Behave,” I warned lightly, then stepped back, blowing them a kiss.
Lennox had tackled Louis, pinning him flat on the bed. His hand was wrapped around Louis’s wrist while his knee held down his shoulder. Louis squirmed dramatically beneath him, clearly not trying very hard to escape.
“Is everything okay?” Levi was already by my side.
He paused mid-step, looking over at the scene on the bed with a raised brow.
“Well,” Nora said, arms folded. “Glad to see you alive.”
It wasn’t until I rested my cheek against him that I realized what I was wearing.
Beside him were Nora and Lolita, both looking equally worried-though Lolita’s lips twitched like she was trying not to laugh.
I smiled faintly, inhaling the faint, familiar mix of all their scents clinging to the fabric. It was stupid how comforting it felt. Like home.
I shook my head, suppressing a smile. There was something deeply comforting- almost surreal-about waking up to this chaos. Like nothing had changed and yet… everything had.
Louis raised a brow. “Who was that?”
Everything felt so good. Real.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
I looked into his eyes, those alluring sea-blue eyes that always seemed to know more. than they let on, and nodded. “I’m fine”
I smiled to myself, wrapped in his warmth, my fingers lightly tracing circles over his chest as Louis finally managed to wriggle free from under him, grumbling playfully.
“Come here,” he murmured, his voice soft and warm.
Lolita just smirked. “I told them you were fine.”
One of their oversized shirts.
They didn’t look happy about it. At all.
I landed in my bedroom back at the Beckham’s estate, my feet hitting the tiled floor with a light thud. I barely had time to look around before Calvin’s furious voice cut through the air again.
“I warned you,” Lennox said with a growl that wasn’t at all serious.
The room vanished.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine for a second before he whispered, “Good.”
Nora raised her brows. Lolita blinked slowly. Calvin’s expression darkened.
A slow smile curved his lips, and he leaned in, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to mine -unhurried, like we had all the time in the world. His lips were warm, familiar, and everything in me seemed to melt into that moment.
“I’ll deal with him,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?” Levi shifted me slightly in his arms, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face with his free hand. “How are you feeling?” he asked gently.
Without thinking, I reached for him-and he scooped me into his arms with such ease it made me feel weightless. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms loosely circling his shoulders as he held me close against his chest..
Calvin stepped forward. “Where the hell were you?”
Finally, I crossed the room to Louis, who gave me a dramatic pout.
“He started it,” Louis said, still pinned.
I swallowed, my heart still racing. “With the triplets.”
I nodded again, a little breathless. “Yes.”
A sudden sharp voice sliced through my thoughts like a knife.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.