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A single bead of sweat ran down her neck. I couldn’t help myself, leaning up to catch it with my tongue. My handsgripped her ass, helping her move in the new position. It wasn’t long until her legs began to tremble. She was close. So goddamned close. And I wasn’t far off either.

“Tell me where to come,” I panted, voice broken with restraint. It was hell trying to hold myself back, but I had to. “I need to—I want to come inside of you.”

“Yes. I want to feel it, want to—ohshit.” I reached forward, needing no further instruction. I pinched her clit, watching a brutal climax wrack her body. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a goddamn vise, and I could no longer ignore the sensation building at the base of my spine. It only took three more stuttering thrusts before my own release found me, and I was emptying myself inside her.

It was so fucking powerful, knowing my cum was filling her up. That it’d be leaking out of her all day. I could feel it even now, running down my length and pooling beneath us.

Jesus Christ. What the hell was this woman doing to me?

Olivia pressed a kiss to my lips as we rode out our highs together. I knew we should move. Knew we should take a shower and clean ourselves up, but I wanted to steal another moment with her just like this.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful,” I said, running my thumb along her bottom lip.

She nipped the pad, taking it into her mouth, and I groaned. “You can’t fucking do that. We don’t have time.”

“I know,” she sighed. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave.”

She tried to move off me, but I stopped her. “Will you come to the game with me? I know it’s your free day, but?—”

She cut me off with a kiss. “I’d love to, but we’d have to hurry. And you’ll have to run out to my car and grab the bag in my front seat.”

“Packing an overnight bag?” I quirked a brow. “Someone was confident.”

“It was just in case I needed to crash here,” she said slowly. “But I’ll admit I had a few hopes for the evening.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her to me as I stood from the couch. She laughed as I made our way into the bathroom. “You have a thing for carrying me around.”

I set her down outside the stall, reaching inside to turn the water on. “Is that a problem?”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure why I liked it as much as I did. It just felt natural at this point.

Plus, she felt good in my arms.

“No, no,” Olivia said quickly. “I love it. I think it’s very endearing, actually.”

“Good,” I said, giving her a chaste kiss. “Now get your cute ass in this shower so I can dirty you up once last time.”

Olivia stood up,placing her fingers in her mouth to let out an ear-splitting whistle. “Let’s go, Harper!” she screamed.

My daughter ran down the field, effortlessly dodging the other team as they attempted to steal the ball. She’d been on fire all morning, having already scored three out of the four points on the makeshift scoreboard.

We watched, literally on the edge of our seats, as Harper took aim and launched the ball into the net. The goalie leapt, but it was too late. The ball was in, and the crowd went wild.

I jumped up, clapping and whooping loudly as Harper jogged to the sidelines with her team. She glanced over, smiling and waving at our group, before taking a seat next to one of the other players. My face echoed the joy in her own, though I wondered whether it had more to do with Olivia squeezing my hand the moment my daughter turned her back on us.

It was difficult to be so near her and yet not be able to touch. Even if we blew past the line in our relationship, we still had to dance around it in public. Friendly, but not too friendly. Cozy, and yet distant. My scowls were out of practice. If anyone looked too closely, they’d likely find it was impossible to do so when Olivia was around.

Grady stood up. “I’m going to grab a water. Y’all want anything?”

“I’m good. Thank you!” Olivia said, turning her attention back to the game. Grady turned to me, and I shook my head. The one thing I needed, I couldn’t have right now.

“Can I have sour Skittles?” Charlie asked, glancing between her parents. They shared a look before Olivia nodded.

“Sure you can, sunshine.”

Charlie cheered, grabbing Grady’s hand to pull him toward the stand.

“It’s so strange,” I heard someone say from behind me. “She’s here with her ex-husband.”