Over the Edge (Bridge #3)

I touched his forearm. “You’re ready. You’re going to be great.”

He sucked in a deep breath that seemed to be filled with uncertainty. “I hope you’re right.”

“I am right. In this, as with most things.”

He rolled his eyes and ushered me to the door. “Out you go.”

I laughed and gave him a wave as I exited the office and made my way to the front of the gym. As I approached the entrance, a familiar figure caught my eye. My heart sped up.

Will stood, dressed in a three-piece suit, head-to-toe delicious man. He turned his cobalt gaze on me. I nearly melted. The man could rock jeans and a T-shirt, but the sight of him in a suit had my toes curling.

“Olivia.” My name left his lips like something sacred.

“Will Donovan. I’m not going to lie. This corporate look is starting to grow on me.”

He shot me a wicked smile. “Glad to know there’s at least one perk to this gig.”

I glanced around briefly and then back to Will. “What are you doing walking into the lion’s den?”

“I own the building. Did you forget?”

Will’s suggestive gaze slid over me, reminding me how much I’d missed him. God, the way I felt about him bordered on addictive. I reminded myself that climbing him anywhere near where Cameron might see us was a terrible idea.

“I was more worried about another awkward run-in with my brothers.”

“You’re worth the risk.” He stroked his thumb along my jawline. “And I’m done pretending like I’m not completely obsessed with you. On that note, Ian and I were hoping to see you. Tonight, if possible.”

His offer was beyond tempting. I’d missed them both, but I knew we probably needed to talk, too. If we were going to keep on like this, we had to figure out what that really meant for the long-term.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Dinner. There’s a place I’ve been wanting to take you. Then a couple surprises.” He held a white bag.

“What’s in the bag?”

He lifted it and rested the cloth handle in my hand. “We picked some things out for tonight. We’ll pick you up at eight.”

“I can meet you—”

“No, none of that. Tonight we’re doing things right. No hiding. No secrets. No regret. Just the three of us.”

I bit my lip and nodded. He reached out, freeing my lip from the grip of my teeth. A second later, his mouth was on me, luring me away from my worry and into the heaven I found when we were together.

“Missed your taste,” he murmured.

I leaned in for more, but he eluded me.

“Tonight,” he said.

Without another word, he left me alone with my longing and an unspoken promise that tonight would be one to remember.





Chapter Fifteen





OLIVIA



Butterflies flitted around in my stomach as I waited for the car to arrive. I paced circles around my apartment, my high heels clicking on the hardwood. Something felt different about tonight, like maybe we were starting over. Pausing in front of a mirror, I triple-checked my makeup and ran my fingers through my hair, which fell pin-straight down my back.

My ears sparkled with tile chandelier earrings—glittering mosaics of tiny varied blue stones. Ian’s thoughtful gift had accompanied Will’s, a dress I’d unwrapped with no small amount of anticipation the second I got back home. Drawing in an anxious breath, I skimmed my hands down the sides of the sleek fabric. It had come in a silver matte box donning the Alexander McQueen logo. Undoubtedly, the dress had been designed for sex appeal. The plunging neckline was edged with tiny jewels and nearly met my navel, creating a seductive V down my chest. The hem hit at my knees, but like other dresses I’d worn when seeing Will and Ian, this one featured a slit that cut high up my thigh.

I felt expensive, sexual…and cared for. Not because of the price of the gifts, which were undeniably expensive, but because I was wrapped in expressions of Will’s and Ian’s affection for me.

On a hunch, I took another peek out the window just as a sleek black limo pulled up. My heart beat unevenly for a few counts until two gorgeous men exited the vehicle. Then the beat pulsed in my stomach. Then lower, between my thighs. Will and Ian were both dressed in suits, Will in a dark gray and Ian in jet black. They looked untouchable, too impressive to be real.

I grabbed my clutch and left my apartment, feeling a touch less steady on my feet. Ian leaned against the car while Will climbed the steps toward me. When he met me, I ran a finger down the slick lapel of his stylish suit, a different one than I’d admired him in earlier. The black shirt beneath was open at the collar. I bit my lip and imagined kissing him there, tasting and licking up the column of his neck.

“For a minute I thought I might be overdressed,” I said.

“Never. You look ravishing, as always.” He thumbed above my knee and marked a trail of fire over my skin to where the fabric split at my upper thigh.

I feathered my fingertips over his. “You seem to like this feature.”

He hummed an affirmation, his gaze fixed there. “I need easy access to your assets, princess.”