I couldn’t help but smile. She’d kept her anger at the forefront, both at me for my past actions and at her father for not giving her the chance at her greatest desire: running the family. As much as she wanted to let that rage keep us apart, her body’s reaction betrayed her. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. She wanted this.
A breathy moan escaped her lips. She writhed at the attention my fingers gave her, lost in the sensation. With my free hand, I yanked her panties down. For a moment, I worried she’d object but her ass lifted from the counter as I tugged.
My head ducked low when I ran the black briefs down her legs. When I rose again, I stared at what her underwear had hidden. An overwhelming desire to taste her took me. My hands slid down her thighs, pushing her legs further apart. My tongue darted out and she gave a shuddering moan.
That was the only encouragement I needed. That first tentative taste gave way for a longer lick, all along her folds. After a few more, they moved north. The moment my tongue brushed against the nub of her clit, her legs clasped against the sides of my head. Her hips bucked and a loud moan sounded, muffled by her thighs against my ears.
“Right there,” she breathed, hands slapping against the counter, “right there.”
Even if I wanted to move, pressed between her surprisingly powerful legs, I didn’t have much of a choice. My tongue found her clit again, swirling around it, then enveloping it. My hands cupped her ass, thumbs teasing below my chin. One of them left their post to adjust my pants. Olivia wasn’t the only one aroused.
When that hand returned, it found her entrance. Two fingers pushed inside while my tongue kept dancing above. Olivia’s breath hitched and her legs relaxed, finally freeing my head. Good, it was time to replace those fingers with something bigger.
Olivia’s eyes opened, laser focused on me when I stood. Despite the intensity, they held no anger or suspicion but seemed guarded. They followed my hands as they moved to my belt.
“Take off your shirt first,” she demanded.
I bit back the first response that came to my head. Teasing her was the wrong move if I didn’t want her anger to return. Instead, I flipped my arms back and let my suit coat drop off my shoulders. My fingers fumbled at the first button, distracted as I was.
When I got a few more buttons open, I watched Olivia’s response. Her eyes focused intently on my chest. They lowered with every button I opened. I’d never exactly cared what my previous partners thought about me, their attraction to me. The desire on Olivia’s face, those plump lips open, changed that.
After the last button opened, I tugged the shirt out of my pants and let it join the coat on the floor. Olivia pushed herself up from the counter. Her cold fingered hands grasped my shoulders before they slipped down my chest. Fingernails scratched across my pecs to my stomach.
The whole time, her eyes followed her hands. Every one of her breaths came as a pant. The lower those hands moved, the more her lips curled into a wide mouthed smile. My shoulders squared at how much she wanted me. The movement tore her eyes from my stomach. They met mine and I held my breath.
Was this the moment she’d put a stop to it? Would that desire flushed face of hers turn sharp before she exiled me back to the guest wing? In the state I was in, that would be an awkward walk.
My worries were for naught. She leaned forward and kissed me again. Those hands remained on my stomach, moving to my belt. As our tongues danced, she tugged at the buckle but couldn’t unhook it.
I tried to help but when my hands joined hers, she slapped them away. Her fumbling fingers finally opened my belt. I shimmied my pants down, hooking my fingers on the sides of my boxer briefs.
Olivia pulled away from our kiss, eyes darting down and between us. The corners of her lips curled upward as she stared at my now free cock. Those fingers of hers felt even colder when she wrapped them around me at the base. My eyes found hers, but her focus remained on my member.
Without a word, she guided me to her entrance. Impossibly warm compared to her fingers, the moment its head pressed against her, the grip loosened and she fell back to the counter. Her legs wrapped around my back. When they squeezed, she impaled herself with more and more of me.
I had to close my eyes, tried to banish her from my thoughts just to keep myself from coming right then and there. She clenched around me, spasming. Her head rolled back and forth over the counter, hair splayed underneath it.
Leaning forward, my hands grasped her shoulders. Those powerful legs of hers hadn’t loosened at all but I used my new purchase to thrust. A slow rhythm at first, I savored every sensation and the way Olivia’s eyes shuddered under her closed lids.
Her hips met my own thrusts with a wiggle. Her movement sped, became more frantic than mine. Her legs squeezed harder with each movement. My thrusts sped to match her frenetic pace.
My hands shifted from her shoulders. They dropped under her blazer, cupping the breasts that had enticed me so much, especially since she’d showed them off so beautifully with that wedding dress. Her hands slapped over mine, holding them there. She tightened her hold with her legs.
“I’m going to come,” I warned, the first words I’d spoken since she’d kissed me that second time.
With the clause to the contract requiring a child, or at least a good faith effort to one in the first year, a part of me wanted to remain silent but I couldn’t. I had to offer her the option.
Her legs only squeezed tighter. Hands moved from mine, up my arms. They grasped my forearms painfully tight. I understood her tacit answer, never stopping my thrusts. She used the hold on my arms to pull up from the counter. Our lips met again, crashing together.
She moaned into my mouth before her legs shook and finally went slack. They fell to my sides. Our kiss ended but her forehead pressed against mine. She gave a shuddering breath. My hips slapped against hers with one last thrust as the pleasure overwhelmed me. My cock jerked as I came. Her arms wrapped around me tightly and her head slid to the side. In a daze, I held her, still half expecting her anger to well up. As her arms grasped tighter and tighter, two points of wetness hit my neck. I patted her back silently and vowed vengeance on whoever had tried to gun her down.
10
Olivia
Istepped through the patio door to the deck built over the crystal clear blue water. The dock at the mansion offered a view of the bustling Biscayne Bay with the glittering buildings of Miami all up and down the horizon. Here in the keys, at Dimitri’s safehouse, all I could see was the blue of the Florida Straits stretching along the horizon.
A few boats dotted the water, but I’d have to crane my neck at the eastern edge of the deck to see the houses that dotted the next key over. Only the sound of the waves lapping against the pillars below and the breakwater around reached my ears.
