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My need for her has no bounds. I want every inch of her body. I’ll kiss it. I’ll lick it. I'll give her toe-curling pleasure from the way I take care of her breasts, her pussy, her ass.

“Ollie, I’ve never wanted a man like I want you.”

“Aw, Sienna.” I feel like a man much greater than myself, hearing her say that. “Did you call me Ollie?”

She eases away from the kiss. “Is that okay?”

Looking into her eyes, knowing the capacity for joy and cleverness and affection she has for everyone around her, I won't deny her anything. Even the nickname I hate. “Yes.”

We kiss, spinning round the edge of the room. My shoulder hits the wall. I don’t feel it. As long as Sienna’s not in pain, my life is good.

Her leg edges up the outside of my thigh. I take it up to my hip and turn us so her back’s against the wall. I grind my erection into her soft core.

“Ollie, you’re so ready for this.”

“I’ve been ready for you since I laid eyes on you.” The truth, unfiltered and unashamed, spills out.

I thrust into her center again, dying to get as close as I can.

A tapping from the phone in my pocket breaks through my Sienna daze. It’s the long-short-long rhythm of a code eight-oh-eight message from Sunbreak Security. “Fuck.”

I kiss her one more time before easing away.God, why?I pull the phone from my pocket. Message from Darcy.

Someone shot out the windshield of Sienna’s rental car. Mangroves Club just called. I’m headed there now.

I press the call icon.

“I’m still a good ten minutes away,” Darcy answers the phone.

“Do you think we should come over there?”

“Sienna will need to make a police report. They’re already on the scene. Why don’t you bring her over and have her talk to the police here? Hopefully, this time Blake was generous enough to leave us some evidence.”

I picture his dead, mammalian eyes. The sooner he’s behind bars, the better. “We’ll be right over."

Chapter Eight: Sienna

Olliewalksoutthefront door with the police officers, leaving Darcy and I in the den. We sit on either end of the couch.

She recaps her water bottle. “He’s getting desperate.”

Is she talking about Ollie or Blake?The man who’s desperate to fuck me or the man who’s desperate to kill me, but also fuck me?

Blake, of course.She doesn’t have a clue about what’s happening between Ollie and I, right?

“He’s already entered the realm of the irrational,” she continues. “It’s only a matter of time before he gives himself up.” She shoots me a concerned look. “Would you like me to rent you another car?”

“At this point, no. He’ll just shoot it out again. I’m only hoping he won’t shoot out Ollie’s car.”

“You call him Ollie?” Darcy's eyes widen.

I shrug as nonchalantly as possible. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“No one calls him Ollie. He claps back at anyone who tires.” She studies my face. “Do you feel comfortable staying at Oliver's place?”

“I do. There’s a lot of security.”

“They’ve got more manpower than the golf club, which I’m only now realizing. I should’ve gotten you a place there. But Oliver is all the manpower you need when he’s doing personal protection.”