There was no war as to who would be on top, not this time. Necessity dictated she take the top unless he wanted her on the floor (and in that room he would absolutely not take her there) or again at the wall and he was in the mood to watch.

But they were them. The war was had, this being who got to pull and tug what piece of clothing on the other.

But he got her skirt up, her panties off and she got his cock out.

Then she got it in her.

She could have the top.

But he was taking control.

And he did. To her eyes widening, her cunt soaking, his hand fisted in her hair, his other arm around her waist driving her down on him as he thrust up.

He shoved her head to his, their foreheads colliding.

She held on to his shoulders, as he moved her on him, moving under her, Olivia bucking through the ride, their gazes locked.

“Sebring,” she breathed.

That was the first time she gave him that.

He liked his name on her lips when his cock was inside her way too much. So he angled his head and took her mouth.

They kissed.

They fucked.

They came.

A live sex scene played out behind a one-way window as they did it and neither of them paid any attention.

They had both come down, he was still inside her and holding her, his hand now gentle in her hair, having allowed her to slide her forehead to his shoulder.

“I won’t fuck him,” she whispered.

He relaxed.

Completely.

And gave her a squeeze.

A goddamned squeeze.

He couldn’t stop it.

He knew why. He knew it. He knew he was fucked by it.

He shouldn’t care who she fucked.

But he did.

It wasn’t (all) about going ungloved.

It was much more than that.

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck.

Yeah, he was drowning.

And he had to resurface.

Soon.

Chapter Eleven

A Perfect Goddamned World

Olivia

12:32 – Friday Afternoon

I sat across from Georgia at Rioja, barely having my ass to the chair and my purse set aside before I grabbed my napkin to shake it out and put it on my lap. This was my indication, regardless that she chose Rioja, a place I’d normally wish to linger, that I wanted this to go quickly.

“David’s disappeared.”

At her announcement, I casually finished laying my napkin on my lap and shared, “Not surprisingly, since he’d like to be somewhere far away to enjoy the seven million, six hundred twenty-three thousand, two hundred forty two dollars he stole from us.”

Her brown eyes went wired and her mouth got tight.