I close my mouth tighter and reach up to massage and grip his balls, humming with pleasure at his sharp inhale. I suck him hard and sloppily, breathing through my nose so I don’t have to let up.

He tries to grab me to pull me up the bed, but I place my hands on his chest and push back, releasing him with a pop. “Lie back, and let me take care of you.”

“Fuck,” he groans.

His hands fly to my hair, pumping up into my mouth, and I welcome his harsh strokes with my tongue. His grip on my hair teases the edges of cruelty but never dances over. I slide my hand down to my swollen clit to relieve some of the pressure, moaning around him as I instantly feel my orgasm on the horizon.

I can feel Kai’s coming too, so I double down my efforts, bobbing my head with intense velocity, swirling my tongue faster, and sucking harder.

“Ah shit,” he grumbles moments before his release coats my throat. I flash my tongue, covered in his cum, at him for a second before swallowing it down and laughing when his head flies back onto his pillow.

“Welcome home, love.” His voice is a contented sigh as he pulls me against his chest.

Chapter Thirty

Olivia

I’ve imagined how this day would go in my head a million times. The day when I’d be able to put my father in his place for good.

The file that Kai’s connection was able to produce for us along with the dealings Reggie made are about to grant my wish. My father was smart. We never lived above our means, never brought unnecessary attention to ourselves, but what’s done in the dark always comes to light.

My head is held high and my shoulders are back as I strut into my father’s office, coming face to face with Myra.

“Liv, your father is not available for a meeting at this time. I’m happy to set an appointment for you, though.”

“That won’t be necessary, Myra. He’ll see me now.” I stalk past her, ignoring her cries for my attention as my backup, Sasha, Nina, Ciara, and two-month-old Naomi strapped to Ciara’s chest, block her path. I glance back to find her eyes bloodshot red with fury. “You know what, Myra? Since I’m all about women empowerment, let me give you a piece of advice. You might want to dust off that résumé.”

With that, I march into my father’s office, surprising him and his guest who I recognize to be Momentum’s CFO, Cory Hanson.

“Olivia, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Freeing myself from you. I don’t mind doing so in front of company, but I’m not sure if you want that.”

Cory looks back and forth between us, his lips tightening in confusion.