“It’s fine, no harm done. She’s an old friend.” I fucking hate that word, but it’s the only way I can ask, “What did she order?”
He eyes me with suspicion. “A glass of wine. She didn’t finish it, though, and rushed to find you. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.” I chuckle softly. “It’s fine. I’d like to have a bottle of that wine delivered to her.”
He pulls out a leather bill folder and checks the ticket. “Shouldn’t be a problem. She charged it to her room, so I can have someone deliver it.” Setting it on the bar, he turns to pull a bottle from the fridge, and I quickly open the folder to see which room it is.
612.
Oh, babygirl, what are you up to?
“Actually, no need, I can drop it off to her. I’ll send her a quick text to see which room she’s in.”
I take out my credit card and he charges it, handing me back my receipt and the bottle. I leave him a fifty-percent tip—literally the least I can do since he’s working full-time for me on top of moonlighting as a bartender. After I stuff my receipt in my pocket, I thank him for the wine and head for the elevators. Athrill shoots through me, wondering if I’ll walk in on her already naked in bed, but there’s also a chance she’s swapped rooms with someone on her staff and I’ll end up rooming with Westley. Or, worse, Aubrey.
Tucking the wine under my arm, I retrieve the keycard and swipe it against the sensor. As I open the door, I don’t immediately spot Olivia and call into the suite, “Livy?”
“Yes, Daddy?”
It’s as if a switch is flicked on at hearing her call me that. I was planning on a night with her wrapped in my arms, but now I can't get the image of being buried deep inside her out of my head. I need to claim and worship every inch of her, make her come so hard she nearly blacks out in pleasure.
Olivia appears from the bathroom, hair down and wearing black satin shorts with a matching top. Her nipples pebble through the silky fabric, making my mouth water. I didn’t anticipate her wanting to play, and set the wine on the desk opposite the bathroom, then lean against the dark wood. She prowls toward me, and in an instant, is on her knees. While it’s unexpected, it’s not unwelcome in the slightest. The sight of her kneeling before me has my cock straining against my pants, but this isn’t how I want her after being away from my girl for months. There’s also the issue of us needing to be quiet with Aubrey next door.
I step around Livy, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. Glancing over her shoulder, a flash of hurt flashes across her face, and as I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, I pause—only for a moment—before commanding, “Come here.” She’s about to stand, but I stop her. “No. Crawl to me.”
The hesitation is gone, replaced with amusement. “You mean… like a dog?”
I try my best not to laugh, and thankfully, am able to keep a straight face with an even tone as a reply, “Not at all. If anything, you’re a lioness, babygirl, but just like last time, you’re going to do as I ask. And if you don’t obey, there will be consequences.”
Olivia shifts to face me, then drops to all fours, a teasing smile dancing on her lips. “Is this what you want?”
“I want you to come and sit at my feet, so I can admire you without touching you.” It takes her several seconds to process what I’m asking of her before Livy makes her way to me, and I adore how obedient she’s being for me. Without a second thought, I murmur, “So fucking beautiful.”
Her bright brown eyes meet mine, and as she reaches me, she sits back on her heels, palms pressed to her thighs. There’s a good chance she’s been in this position before, and I need to stuff down my jealousy. This isn’t about me, it’s about this perfect creature seated before me. I gently grip her chin and lean forward to kiss her. She whimpers against my lips, and I’m consumed with the need to taste more of her.
“Slide your fingers into your cunt. Show me how wet you are for me.”
She doesn’t look away as she slips her hand into her pants, lips parted as she touches herself. It was never like this when we were younger, but she’s always trusted me with her body and her heart. Tonight is no different.
“Let me see.” Pulling her hand out, her fingers are glistening. I grip her wrist, then draw them into my mouth, groaning the moment her slickness touches my tongue. “Fuck, I missed you.”
As I take off my glasses, setting them on the bed, the lights flicker three times, then go out completely, making the room pitch black. “You can’t be in here,” she squeaks. “If anyone finds us together, we’re both fucked.” Having her back, I wish more than anything our lives had taken different paths. I’d be sharing her bed as her husband, not sneaking around. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. But she’s right, and I’d never want to jeopardize her career.
“I’ll head back down to the lobby.” I help her up, then reach for my glasses, but they fall onto the floor. “Don’t move. My glasses fell somewhere.” I use my phone to illuminate the floor.
“There! Almost under the bed.” Olivia retrieves them and hands them to me. “Wouldn’t want these to get lost,” she teases, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You should—” There’s a knock at the door. “Fuck me.”
“I should fuck you?” I tease, but she finds no humor in it.
“Yes… No! Go hide!” she hisses, shoving me toward the ensuite. As she opens the door a crack, she breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh, hey, Aubrey. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, hope I didn’t wake you. The power is out. I just called down to the front desk, and the generators aren’t up and running enough to power the whole building. They said heat is a priority, but I’m going to run down and get blankets for us, just in case. Need anything else while I’m down there.”
“No, I’m good, thanks. Are you sure you’re okay taking the stairs that many floors?”
