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I let my hand slope down, tracing a line from between her breasts to her navel and then going down some more to gather some of the fabric of her dress. My cock is tingling at the thought she might not be wearing any underwear like yesterday.
She is not wearing any.
“No,” she sighs into the kiss, “please.”
I slip my hand between her thighs, and she, as I have come to see and love, opens her legs for me, allowing me. She makes coming back to her so easy. She makes it feel like coming home.
I can’t even believe that we ever separated. I could trick myself into believing we never spent more than one single night apart.
“Fuck,” I can’t resist her plea as I let my hand skate up to her center. I adjust in my seat because my cock is straining to come free. My body is burning.
I want Olivia. I can’t control myself around her. I can’t… I nip her lower lip.
Her mouth is parted and her swollen breasts are heaving under that dress.
Just as I'm ready to claim her, the door suddenly swings open, forcing me to immediately back away. But knowing Liam, he saw us.
Fuck him for having the fucking worst timing in the fucking world. I grit my teeth. Olivia straightens up in her seat and tries to gather herself while I clear my throat.
“You won’t believe what I found,” Liam does not address in any way what he might have bumped into, “Ruth Davis might not have any motive to kill Barbara, but she might have planned to implicate you,” he points at Olivia.
I sit up.
“Go on,” I edge him on.
“About a year ago, somewhere around July or so, her mother’s bakery shut down, and Ruth has been trying to open it again but to no avail. In the meantime…”
“My bakery opened,” Olivia says.
“Exactly,” Liam snaps his fingers at her, “and the interesting part is that Ruth’s mother’s bakery is on the side of Boston that belongs to…” Liam turns to me now, “you wanna guess who?”
I don’t need to guess, I know, “Ivanov’s Bratva.”
He snaps his fingers at me, “Correct,” he spreads his arms open, “But the question is, was it Olivia’s fault that Ruth’s mother’s bakery went under after Olivia opened hers?”
Of course not, and that is no grounds to kill someone as powerful as Barbara Cesare. That is sheer wickedness. Besides… who is to say Olivia going out of business will mean better business for Ruth?
“Ruth is not…” Olivia shakes her head, “She is a sweet person, and I doubt she…”
“She is dead,” I clip.
“Ronan, please, just listen to me…” She tilts to face me but can see in my eyes that I will not listen.
“It’s not up for debate.”
“Ronan,” she snaps.
“I will be outside,” Liam stands, extricating himself from the scene.
“Olivia, listen…”
“No, you listen to me,” she stands.
Here we go.
“Olivia, I won’t be having this conversation with you.”
“Think about it,” she sits on the table. “Please,” she tries to use a more persuasive tone, but I’m shaking my head.
