“Right here, Princess,” I whisper in her ear. “Right here driving you out of your mind.”
I rock into her, barely moving in and out. I don’t want to push her too hard too fast, but with the wet heat scorching my dick I can tell she’s into what we’re doing. And I haven’t missed her reaction every time I talk dirty.
She might be Olivia the ice princess outside my bar but in here, she’s Livi. She’s told me enough over the last few years for me to know she comes here to escape her perfect life.
I want to believe she comes here so she can be herself. Not the cultured woman she presents to the rest of the world. That woman is a mirage—a facade.
I know it.
She knows it.
Now if I can only convince her to let go of that shell some more. Open up with me away from the bar. I’ll be one hell of a happy man.
I’m not ashamed to say I’d take her any way I can get her either, and currently I have her naked under me. All I need now is to hear her beg for more.
“You like this, don’t ya, Princess? Like having my cock in your cunt. My thumb shoved up your ass.” She whimpers when I swivel my hips, wiggle my thumb. “Yeah, you like it dirty and this is almost as dirty as it gets. Wanna get dirtier, Princess?”
She moans and pushes back against me. “Please.”
“Please what?” I lick up the back of her neck. Sink my teeth into the curve between neck and shoulder. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. Anything you want.”
“More,” she pants as she pushes up on her toes and presses her ass against me harder. “Please. More.”
“More what? This?” I pull my cock out and slam it back in. “Or this?” I withdraw my thumb then drive it back in repeatedly.
“Yes!”
Surprising us both, she comes.
Hard and fast and tight. I ride it with her. Hold her hip with one hand and fuck her hard with my cock and thumb until the squeezing of her body is too much and I succumb to my own inevitable release.
“Livi.” Her name is a growl on my lips as I lean my head against her shoulder blade and, shuddering, lose everything I have inside her.
5
OLIVIA
Ican’t move.
And it has nothing to do with having Carter plastered to my back, cock still throbbing deep inside me, heart beating against my spine as his ragged breaths burst over my shoulder in a wash of damp heat.
No. My inability to move has nothing to do with being pinned to the desk by a hot and sweaty Carter.
It’s because I just had my brains fucked out.
“Wow.” I don’t mean to say anything out loud but with my brain still in the fog of post-earth-shattering climax confusion, my inside thought turns into a verbal one.
“Ditto,” Carter mumbles against my shoulder, his lips moving over my skin in a delicious caress that sends a shiver down my spine. “Give me a sec and I’ll stop crushing you to death.”
“I’m okay.” And I am. I am so okay, it scares me.
I’ve never had sex like that. I’m not even sure if what we just did could even be called sex. My insides still quiver and my pulse continues to hammer in my veins—in my ears. Satisfaction andcontentment have never gone hand-in-hand before. Not even with the man I married.
That thought has my instincts screamingrun. But the urge to stay, to enjoy this post-coital glow—to fuck Carter again—spirals through me, tangling my thoughts and emotions.
The need to cuddle into my partner after a round of sex has never been a thing. Until now.
Olivia May Wexworth doesn’t cuddle. She has hot sex and when the deed is done, she walks away without looking back. Easily.
