I get it. This is a test. This is about control.
It’s so cute that he thinks he has it.
I give him my best girlfriend smile. “Okay, honey. I’ll be vlogging in the gym while I wait for you to finish your work. See you when you’re done.”
CHAPTER 13
JOHN
Ilike that Olivia was so accommodating.
I like it when she challenges me, and I like it when she respects my schedule and responsibilities, and I like that she has her own priorities that are separate from me.
I really like having her under the same roof. I think we’re nailing this relationship thing. This feels healthy. Balanced. She doesn’t feel like a black hole at all. She is merely a woman I’m attracted to. Theonlywoman I want to fuck, yes, but I think I’ve got it all under control.
This is good.
The door to my home gym is open a crack. I can hear a slow, sexy song playing from the iPhone speakers in there.
Peering through, I see her at the opposite side of the room, in front of the ballet barre and the mirror. She’s barefoot, wearing a sports bra that plunges, exposing more of her breasts than she should be sharing with the internet, and relaxed-fit gray joggers that sit just below the top curve of her hips. She’s pulled the bottom hems of her sweats up to just above her knees. Her hair is up in a loose bun, her exposed waist and abs are toned and breathtaking, her ass is round and perfect, and I think I haveliterally forgotten how to breathe. There’s a tripod with a digital point and shoot camera set up, facing her from an angle.
Her eyes are closed as she does some kind of dance. Not ballet. Languid, swaying, sensual. I quietly push the door open and lean against the doorframe, watching her. It’s mesmerizing. So sexy. She doesn’t seem to have any idea I’m here witnessing her as she reaches one arm up, one hand crosses her body and then she drags it across her breasts and down one side of her torso.
She can’t possibly be planning to post this on her YouTube channel. She’d have to record over the audio, but surely she isn’t recording this for the entire world to see. Olivia kicks one foot high in the air, lands it in a wide-legged stance, and rocks her hips, front and back, side to side, round and round.
She did that to me last night.
A groan escapes my throat. Her eyes fly open. She doesn’t miss a beat, but one corner of her mouth quirks upward. She tilts her chin down, watching me in the reflection of the mirror. She pulls a small remote from a pocket in her joggers, clicks it at the camera—pausing the recording, I would hope.
I step inside the room, quietly shutting the door behind me and locking it. I take a seat on the chair that’s placed against the wall next to the door.
Olivia spins around to face me and lowers herself to the floor into wide-legged splits. She stretches her arms up, clasping her hands above her head and then out, flattening them against the floor in front of her. Never taking her eyes off me. The song ends, and another slow, sexy song begins. She bends her arms and dips her chest down, arching her ass up into the air as she slides onto her knees, andfuck me, she’s slowly crawling toward me on her hands and knees.
She’s the devil.
Having an erection at 10:30 in the morning when there are other people in the house is not optimal.
But I will maintain eye contact with this devious she-demon and suffer through.
She crawls all the way over to me, bites her lower lip as she places her hands on my knees and pushes them apart. As she sits up between my legs, I curl my index finger under her chin, tip it up to kiss her mouth, but she pushes herself back. Olivia stands in front of me, and I can see a wet spot on the fabric between her legs.
Jesus.
How wet does she have to be if it’s soaked through that thick cotton?
I would be remiss if I did not find out for myself.
As I reach for her, she swivels her hips, turning away from me, folds forward, and sticks her ass in my face.
This is…not a problem.
I place my hands on those perfect, round ass cheeks.
“No hands,” she says, placing her hands over mine. Tossing mine away and then placing her own on her hips, she snaps her torso up. She sways her hips from side to side, lowers her ass back so it grazes my crotch, and then she pulls away again.
My glasses are fogging up. I remove them, carefully drop them to the floor. I need to remember to order lenses with anti-fog coating because there will be steam rising from my skin most of the time when Olivia is around.
She spins to face me, places her hands on the back of the chair on either side of my neck, dips down with her lips parted, and then pulls her head back when I lean in. Her hands slide down to my shoulders, down my chest and abs, down the top of my thighs, stroking the hard length in my jeans, just once. Then she slowly pushes my knees closer together.
