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Jay pulled the door to his room in Ace’s villa shut behind him. They’d tied up loose ends, making sure Smith—or rather, John Bancroft—had no idea that they were onto him. But they’d also celebrated. For the first time in many years, there was hope that they would be able to stop their enemies and make sure the doomsday premonition they were all seeing in their dreams would never come to pass.

Jay got undressed in the dark, not wanting to wake Olivia. Naked, he slipped beneath the covers, when he felt Olivia stir.

“Jay?” she murmured and turned.

He reached for her and realized that she was naked too. Unable to resist, he pulled her into his arms. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She ran her hands over his torso and reached between his legs, touching his cock. She stroked him gently, and he already felt blood rushing to it. They lay on their sides, facing each other.

“I should let you sleep,” he murmured, before he captured her lips, kissing her tenderly. Olivia responded with a soft moan, and her hand on his cock stilled, but the damage was already done: he was hard, and he wouldn’t get any sleep, until he’d stilled the need Olivia had awoken in him.

He caressed her breasts, kneading them in his palms, squeezing the supple flesh, and eliciting soft sighs from its owner, while he shoved one thigh between her legs and rubbed against her pussy. Warm dew rained on his skin, showing him that Olivia was ready for him.

He severed the kiss. “Tell me, are there times when you’re not horny?”

She rubbed herself against his thigh. “When I’m with you, I can’t think of anything else but having you inside me.”

“And why is that?” he coaxed. He removed his leg from between hers and brought his hand to her moist cleft, rubbing over her warm flesh.

Olivia sighed contentedly. “You make me feel like nobody else before.”

He stroked his finger upward, until he found her clit.

A moan burst from her lips. “Oh, just like that.” She lifted her lashes to look into his eyes. “The other night you said you had no right to ask me to be with you. But that was before we knew that Smith had already connected me to you. So I was wondering, would you ask me now to be with you? Since now we’re both on the run.”

“And what would you say if I asked you now?”

“I’d have to say what I wanted to say the other night.”

“Which is?”

“That I love you.”

His heart felt as if it was bursting. “Olivia, I can’t tell you how happy you make me by saying that.” He kissed her passionately. “I love you.”

She smiled at him. “Then why don’t you show me how much?” She put her hand on his rock-hard cock and squeezed him.

“Tell me how you want it.” Because as long as he could sink his aching cock into her soft pussy, he didn’t care how.

“I loved it how you took me in the foyer against the wall. It was so raw, so primal.”

He remembered exactly why it had felt that way. “That’s when I believed you were plotting to kill me. I tried to make you see that I’m more use to you alive than dead.”

“I liked that. I like feeling how strong you are, and that I can’t escape you.”

“Fuck, baby, not another word, or I’m gonna spill before I’m even inside you.” Because what she made him picture with her words turned him on like nothing before.

He tossed the sheets back and got out of bed, then helped Olivia up. He kissed her hard, then turned her against the wall next to the bed.

“Brace your hands against the wall,” he ordered.

He watched her as she followed his instruction then spread her legs, her beautiful ass pointed at him.

“Like that?” she asked like an innocent.

He palmed both cheeks and dropped his face to her neck. “You know exactly how.”