Sensing an imminent objection, I begin to slowly move against her making her gasp and bite down into her bottom lip. “You like that?” I ask moving so that I graze her clit.
“Oh God, that feels good,” she groans reaching forward to cup my arse. “You really do have the sexiest bum,” she tells me and then remembers her earlier comment and frowns. “Are you distracting me from talking with sex?”
“Too fucking right! You want me to stop?” I increase my pace slightly with harder thrusts that I know make her squirm as I stroke all of her sweet spots inside and out.
“No, never,” she moans. “But we do need to talk.”
“I can stop.” I lower myself down onto my arm so that my lips hover above hers while my other arm is reaching between us to torment her nipples.
“Don’t you dare, or we will never co-own a bed or a child, I swear!” she threatens on a pant that sounds like a huff.
I laugh but I love that she is already thinking of us sharing a bed and a child, not that we will stop at one. “You do know that technically parents don’t own a child,” I point out.
“Whatever,” she snaps with a very loud huff that makes me laugh again until she begins to twitch around me. “God Mase, please make me come, but I want your mouth on my boobs,” she pleads with that cute as fuck flush of embarrassment colouring her face.
“You only ever have to ask, Livy. Give them to me, baby.” The sight of her glorious tits in her own hands seriously turns me on and the fact that right now she is offering them to me brings out the Neanderthal in me.
I begin by flicking one nipple with the very tip of my tongue before scraping against it with my teeth and then when I feel her ready to lose control I suck the cherry red tip into my mouth and suck until she is literally crying for release. I stop and look down at her beautiful, desperate and dishevelled face and smile before turning my attention to her other nipple that I inflict the same torture on. This time when she is teetering on the edge of pleasure I pinch the first one between my thumb and forefinger as I thrust into her harder and harder until I feel I must be battering against her womb and then in a screaming shudder she is coming around me, for me and with me.
“You are mine, every fucking inch of you baby, inside and out,” I tell her possessively as I spill inside her.
This time when we are calm, I withdraw and roll away onto my own side of the bed, pulling her with me so that she is nestled under my arm and against my chest. I am wondering why everything is so intense with her. I have never come so hard in my life as I just did and I am exhausted but know that unlike my girl I don’t have time to snooze, however, I do have ten minutes to lie here and soak up every last ounce of the sublimity of her, this and us.
For the second time today, I am leaving my bed with Olivia still in it, asleep. I briefly wonder if she could be any more tempting, and as if replying she lets out a strange little sound akin to a kitten proving that her powers of temptation know no bounds. So much so that I am seriously considering rearranging my conference call that has taken the best part of a month to organise so I can climb back into bed. I really need to sort this fucking contract of hers, so she is not here, in my bed during the business day. So I can’tpop backand find her wearing my t-shirt and possibly no pants judging by the care she took dismounting the stool earlier.
Get your clothes on and your arse in gear so you can both work by day and fuck by night,I tell myself. Another little whimper is all I need to shut myself in the wardrobe, dressing room, whatever the fuck it is, to dress and hopefully avoid succumbing to temptation.
When I arrive for my conference call the other attendees from this end are already there, next to Nicola’s desk, waiting for me. Arianna is entertaining them as they enter my makeshift office situated on the floor below my flat. Nicola shoots me a knowing smile that is matched by that of my ex-wife who goes one step further and stretches towards me to straighten my collar and tie as she passes me by.
“Nicola, can you arrange refreshments please,” I ask, deflecting attention from my personal life that they are judging and commenting on with only silent glances.
“Already done, Mr Harding.” She grins.
“Mr Harding?” She hasn’t called me Mr Harding since the first month she worked for me, she only refers to me as Mr Harding in professional terms, but when she addresses me personally, she calls me Mase.
“Trying it out for size after your friend, Mr Peterson.”
“Mr Peterson?” I wonder what the fuck she is talking about.
“He insisted on everyone calling him Mr Peterson, even Sean. It just seemed a bit odd compared to how we work here.”
“Whatever,” I say with a frown and a wave of my hand wondering whenwhateverentered my vocabulary. As I enter my office, I see Arianna has the overseas attendees ready to go.
By the time the conference call is over, albeit about an hour after I had anticipated, I find one of the legal team, the head of H.R. and Olivia waiting with Nicola.
“Hey, baby.” I’m surprised to find my girl sitting there. “You okay?” I ask, suddenly concerned as I reach her side and kiss her cheek gently.
“Fine, but I thought I should probably be here as it’s my contract you’re sorting.”
“That’s not necessary,” I tell her because there is no way her contract will be anything other than perfect, but I love that she is taking this seriously, her future career. I had considered just setting up a business for her, but I know she would be furious and refuse to utilise it, so that’s not an option, for now. “But I’m glad you’re here.” My smile confirms my pleasure. I turn to the others present to invite them into my office that I really don’t like so the sooner this contract is done the better because then Olivia will be able to get on with my real office.
It’s another couple of hours before Olivia is happy with the contract. Well, I say happy, she eventually accepts it, after arguing that the fees in question are too high. I disagree, we argue, she accepts it. I even got her to accept a separate contract with me to redesign the bedroom. That was trickier to negotiate, but with some subtly placed persuasive words she has accepted that too.
I now realise that Olivia is frugal in the extreme and as much as I intend to eradicate that particular character trait I do understand it now that I know that she was forced to stand on her own two feet from the age of sixteen and be entirely self-sufficient. She signs the papers and then I have them couriered across to Christian to sign while the courier waits so that this is done and dusted leaving my girl to get on with things.
“What do you fancy doing tonight?” I ask once we’re alone in my office.
“I have a dress fitting tonight and you know I was going home so I was going to dash back upstairs, grab my things and head home.”
