“Thanks! You’re the Steve Jobs of wit. I thought about you too.” I let her down so we can walk down the steps to the seating area. “Tell me about your day.”
“I took a class with the fucking Royal Ballet!” She covers her mouth, looking around for neighbors, and I find that exceptionally cute. Particularly because she’s concerned about being loud but doesn’t seem to care that she isn’t wearing pants.
“It’s okay. The estate agent told me the greenery muffles the sound. You liked the class?”
“I mean…” She shrugs. “I danced on the same stage Fonteyn and Nureyev performed on, but whatevs.”
“You’re so hard to please.” I take a seat on one of the sturdy wicker chairs. Olivia takes a seat on my lap without me even having to ask.
“I loved it so much! It was amazing, Johnny. Thank you. That was the best surprise ever.”
I check my watch because we have a reservation at an Italian restaurant in Mayfair in about an hour. “What’d you do after?” Olivia’s legs are dangerously smooth, and I need to stop touching them.
“I had lunch at the restaurant there at the opera house.”
I can’t stop touching her legs. “By yourself?”
She tosses her hair and starts absentmindedly unbuttoning her blouse. “With some of the dancers.”
“Oh, yeah?” Without warning, Olivia leans back, swings her left leg up and over my head and straddles me.
She carefully removes my glasses, places them on the ground, and then gently pulls her blouse apart, exposing her breasts, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah, they were so friendly.”
She arches her back, and I dip down to cup and kiss her tits. “Nice ladies, huh?”
She starts unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “And a couple of nice men.”
“Oh, yeah?” I don’t like the sound of that. But she’s sliding her hand inside my boxer briefs, so nothing really bothers me much right now. “Nice men who are in a relationship with each other?”
“I think they were gay adjacent.” She strokes my erection so gently. Like a beloved pet. “But I told them I have a boyfriend, so…”
“Yeah?” I like the sound of that a lot. “Fucking hell, I love your tits.”
“Yeah?”
“All day, I kept thinking about how it felt when you rubbed my cock against them.”
“That felt so good. I’ve been thinking about how big and hard you got and how good you tasted.”
“Jesus.” She’s twisting the palm of her hand around the head, and I can’t stop squeezing her ass.
What’s that beeping sound?
“Fuck. Fuck!” I turn off the alarm on my phone that’s reminding me we have to get ready because the driver’s picking us up in half an hour. “Baby, we gotta get ready,” I say into her mouth as she kisses me.
“No, no, no, no, noooo.” She gets a firmer grip on my erection. “Do you by chance have any condoms in your pocket, good sir?”
“No, milady, I do not.” It absolutely kills me, but I remove her hand from my unyielding appendage and attempt to lift her up off my lap. “I have a reservation at a very exclusive restaurant, and the driver’s coming.”
“You’recoming first,” she says slyly as she lowers herself between my legs.
I look around. Itissecluded back here. But the plan was to stay focused until after I sign Merrick as CTO. “Hold that thought. We’ll revisit this in a couple of days.”
“Pffft.”
She’s on her knees, tugging my pants down, and it would be rude not to lift my ass up to make it easier for her. “Remember that time you said you don’t want to be obligated to have sex with me?” My pants are around my ankles, and I left my self-control in California.
“I don’t feel obligated,” she says, letting her pretty blouse drop to the ground. “I just really want to give you an optimized blowjob.”
