by Parker, Ali
“Thanks, but no thanks. Relax. You’ve just finished your first week at a new job. That’s huge. You’ve done enough. Let me feed you at least.”
Olive smiled and lifted her glass to her lips, taking a long drink. “Okay, I can do that. It’s nice not to be the one responsible for dinner tonight.”
“Anytime.” I grinned and started with the salad by opening the lettuce and getting it shredded. “How was it? Are you happy you made the move?”
“I can’t tell you how happy I am.” Her smile inched wider and stayed there for the entirety of the time she spoke. “My boss is amazing. He’s the nicest person in the world. The other partners are okay too. Everyone there is so welcoming and friendly and the work, oh my God, it’s so cool.”
She launched into a description of everything she had learned and done during the week, starting with some briefs she’d typed up on Monday. She’d also gotten to go to the courthouse with her boss on Tuesday. I listened as she explained the finer details of her job to me, loving how much she was enjoying her work.
The change in her was noticeable, and it made her somehow even fucking hotter. It was like she’d become more confident in the week since I’d seen her last, like she stood taller. She spoke with so much passion that I could practically feel it radiating off her.
“What kind of law does your boss specialize in?” I asked, slicing a tomato and adding it to the bowl she’d handed me while telling me about her week. “It’s got to be something cool if it’s got you this worked up.”
“Criminal law,” she said, eyes lighting up. “They help the people who need them most, or so they say. My boss told me that law was printed in black ink on white paper, but that was where the black and white ended. He said that there were too many shades of gray to count, because every situation is different.”
“Criminal law, huh? Interesting.” I twisted around to face her, leaning forward to drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I’m really glad for your sake that it’s not, like, wills and estates or something.”
She grabbed the back of my neck and hauled me closer to her again, returning my kiss by pecking me first on the cheek and then on my temples. “I think I still would have enjoyed it, just maybe not as much.”
Stepping back so I could finish the salad before I just gave up and wrapped my arms around her, I grinned. “Too many shades of gray to count? I thought there were only fifty.”
Olive chuckled, narrowing her eyes at me. “I don’t want to think about what you’re referring to and Shane at the same time. Ew.”
“Right.” I paused, realizing that I had forgotten to ask a pertinent question. “You mentioned your boss was Jenna’s uncle, but he is an elderly uncle, right? It’s not one of those situations where the uncle is actually younger than her or anything, is it?”
“No.” She frowned, but then followed it up with the cutest wink. It seemed Olive was one of those people who blinked both eyes when she was trying to wink one. It was adorable. “I’m estimating he’s in his sixties, so keep the green-eyed monster inside. You have nothing to worry about.”
I rolled my eyes and scoffed, but I was more relieved than I was willing to let on. “I wasn’t worried, I was merely inquiring. Come on, sassy pants. Let’s go get the grill fired up. I thought you said you were starving. We’re wasting time debating about nonexistent green-eyed monsters here.”
“Sure we are,” Olive replied in a tone that suggested she didn’t believe me at all. She hopped off the counter and led me through her living room to doors opening up to her patio behind the house. “Grill’s out here, Hulk. I haven’t used it for a few months, but it should work.”
Olive was right. The grill worked. I cooked our steaks and garlic bread while she set the small round table in the corner of the patio. Dinner was simple, but good.
Relaxing with Olive was exactly what I needed after the week I had. When we were done eating, we carried the dishes inside. I filled the sink with warm water while Olive collected the rest of the stuff we’d used.
“Thanks,” I said when I heard her coming to a stop behind me. “You can add it to the pile. I’ll wash the dishes, you can dry.”
No sounds of movement met my ears and no dishes were added to the counter. I frowned, turning around to see what was going on.
And then my eyeballs nearly fell out of my fucking head. Holy shit.
Olive was standing there wearing nothing but her underwear. Her skirt was lying in a pool around her feet and her shirt was draped on a stool. Her nipples were pert beneath a black lacy bra, her panties matching it.
My jaw became unhinged and my cock stirred. I blinked, wondering if I was in the middle of a dream. I even pinched myself, but she was still there.
Olive saw me pinch my thigh and smirked, lifting her finger and hooking it in a come-hither motion. “You took care of dinner. It’s only fair that I offer you some dessert. Interested?”
Chapter 28
Olive
Rylen definitely brought out a naughty inner me that I hadn’t even realized I had before I met him. It was like I couldn’t stop myself, though.
The ideas kept coming to me and before I knew it, I was carrying them out. There was something addictive about it, surprising him and getting to see the look on his face when realization dawned.
He was a hot guy, but he was never sexier than he was in those moments. His eyes darkened, his eyelids hooded, and the muscles in his throat started working. When I saw him pinching himself, I nearly giggled. I would have, too, if I wasn’t so damn turned on by him.
Rylen stared at me for another long moment before he turned slowly back to the sink. The surge of self-confidence I’d felt that allowed me to strip down in the middle of my kitchen sank to my feet—until I realized what he was doing.
He shut off the water, then reached for a dishcloth to dry his hands. When he was done, his gaze zeroed in on mine. “Never stop surprising me like this, Olive. I fucking love it.”
His voice was rough, needy. A thrill traveled through me and settled smack bang between my legs. My nipples had already gotten hard as soon as I’d taken my shirt off and they’d been exposed to the air, but they tightened to rock-hard peaks now.
Rylen kept his eyes on mine and stalked up to me, his hands coming down on my hips. “I’m definitely taking you up on your offer for dessert. The question is if I get to pick what I get, or have you already decided?”
“I had some ideas.” My hand snaked down between us to cup the bulge growing in his jeans. “But it’s your dessert, so I guess you get to pick.”
“Excellent.” One of his hands traced the curve of my side, the brush of his fingers on my bare skin leaving goose bumps in their wake. He didn’t move, standing there looking into my eyes as his hand caressed me and started to cause an ache deep inside. “I know exactly what I want.”
“Yeah, what’s that?” My voice was barely a whisper, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak any louder. Rylen always drew me in when he came that close to me and it almost felt like if I moved or even breathed too fast, the spell would be broken.
Apparently, he felt the same way. His hand started trailing down the length of my body, but it was torture how slowly he was going. I felt his fingers between my breasts, brushing softly against my cleavage.
He toyed with the small bow at the front of my bra, his gaze never leaving mine. The expression he wore was neutral and even, but the tension in his body betrayed him. Going as slowly as he was killed him as much as it did to me.
Finally, he moved his hand lower. The backs of his fingers alternated with the tips of his fingers as he dragged it over my stomach. A finger dipped into my belly button. It tickled a little, but not so much that it would force me to interrupt the moment by laughing.
He took his time before moving on, eventually hooking his finger into the waistband of my panties and tracing the elastic from hipbone to hipbone. My breath caught, a flood of heat dampening the scrap of lace that was barely covering me.
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br /> As his hand traveled into my panties, his head came to my neck. He kissed me softly just as the tips of two fingers reached my seam and dragged over it lightly. “I want this.”
The volume of his voice matched mine, but that was before his finger dipped inside me and made me moan loudly. “Good choice.”
I felt him smile against my skin as he added another finger to the first. My knees buckled, but Rylen’s hand that had been on my hip banded behind my back fast as lightning and kept me upright. He let out a low growling sound.
“Can’t have you falling.” His fingers slid out of me. The sudden loss made me cry out, but then Rylen lifted me onto the counter and brought his face close to mine. “Don’t worry, I fully intend on finishing what I started.”
My lips parted, every inch of my being paying attention to what he was doing as both of his hands landed on my upper thighs eventually following the curves on my sides to around my back where he quickly released the snaps of my bra. At the same time, he lowered his head and his tongue darted out of his mouth. He circled first one nipple with it, then moved on to the other.
A little moan escaped me, my head wanting to roll back. I couldn’t let it, though. I wanted to see what he was doing too badly.
At the sound of my moan filling the silence of the kitchen, he sucked in a shuddering breath that ghosted across my skin when he released it again. The sound and the fact that his hands were right there but not touching me made me squirm, my legs opening a little wider.
“You’re not big on waiting, are you?” he whispered, bringing his head back up to lick my earlobe and nuzzle the skin below it.
“I think I waited long enough,” I reminded him, lifting my hand to the back of his head. With my other hand, I reached for him again. His cock twitched when I touched it, but Rylen didn’t acknowledge it. “Don’t you think I waited long enough for this?”
He paused for a moment, but then his hand slid between the fabric of my panties and my skin. “Yeah, I guess you did.”
Without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were firm on my mine, his kiss more urgent than any I’d felt before. It wasn’t much of a surprise, though, considering that every time we did something sexual it was like we leveled up.
It was always more intense than before. I always needed him more than I had the time before. Like I said, addicting.
He kept kissing me fervently as his fingers filled me up, pumping slowly in and out. His thumb joined the party, massaging my clit in maddening little circles that lacked the pressure I really needed. I moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss to gasp his name. “Please.”
He cocked his head, his gaze dropping down to his hand. I wasn’t really on full display for him, given that I was still wearing my panties, but I wanted to be. Spreading my legs farther, I leaned back on one hand while lifting my ass and trying to shove the panties off with the other.
Rylen needed to help me, but his hand only left me for long enough to do what needed to be done before he was working me again. “Christ, that has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I heard the scrape of a stool and opened my eyes just in time to see him sitting down on it. He lifted his eyes to meet mine for a fraction of a second before they were back on what he was doing to me. “Your knees aren’t the only ones that go weak. Also, this counter is too high for me to get on my knees to do this.”
“Do what?” I rushed out between heavy breaths. I shouldn’t have bothered to ask, though. When I looked at him again, all I could see was the top of his head and his broad shoulders between my legs.
Then his mouth was on me and all conscious thought flew from my mind. It was warm, wet, and unlike anything I’d ever felt before. My legs were spread as wide as they could go, and I was sitting up. In my freaking kitchen.
I moaned, my hands slapping down on the counter on either side of me as incoherent sounds followed the moan from my lips. My back arched and my hips began thrusting with a mind of their own.
“Yes.” I hissed when he hit a particularly good spot inside me. His tongue kept lapping at me, but he repeated what he had done with his fingers.
It was exactly what I needed to shove me over the edge, my orgasm washing over me as Rylen kept maintaining a steady rhythm on my swollen flesh. My hand reached down and grabbed at his hair, holding him where he was. “Just like that, Rylen. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop, not even as I clenched his hair and screamed and practically rode his face. It was only once the pleasure subsided and I released his hair that he finally let up, grinning at me.
“Best dessert I’ve ever had.”
If I could have felt my eyeballs, I would have rolled them. My entire body felt limp, though. Too weak to move a muscle.
Rylen stoop up and stepped between my legs, wrapping them around him and hooking my ankles together behind his ass. “Let’s go to your bedroom. I want a second helping and you look like you might need to lie down for it.”
I nodded and raised the noodles that used to be my arms, clinging to him as he lifted me up and carried me out of the kitchen. With the way my body was being held against his front, I felt the evidence of his arousal against my sensitive core.
A low hiss fell from his lips when I rolled my hips against him, surprised that my body seemed more than willing to cooperate with me as long as it was to do this. I doubted I’d have been able to walk on my own, but I could grind against him. I’m becoming a sex fiend.
And I didn’t even care. I kept going, relishing the sounds Rylen made as I did. By the time we reached my bedroom, he was panting and his muscles were locked so tightly it looked painful.
He dropped me on my bed. It wasn’t gentle, but it was on a mattress, so it didn’t hurt. I liked that he was losing some of that gentleness and control that he had always managed to hang on to with me.
Following me onto the bed as fast as a speeding bullet, he shoved my legs apart before taking a fistful of my comforter in each hand. “Hang on to the sheets, baby. I’m having my seconds now and I’ll be having as many helpings as I want after that. This time we’re not stopping until I’m done.”
Oh my. I’d wondered from time to time if it was true that some guys really, really liked going down on girls. The idea kind of grossed me out, but Rylen obviously didn’t find it gross at all. I also got the answer to my question: he really fucking liked it.
He ravished me, devoured me, and made me hear the angels sing time and time again before he finally needed his own release. Without a word, he removed his clothes and sheathed himself with a condom since I was too blissed out to have noticed him produce or to see where he had gotten it from.
When he pushed into me, I cried out again. Despite having lost count of the times he’d made me come, not that I’d thought that could be a real thing, either, I still felt myself barreling right back to the edge. I was so sensitive that I came apart at the seams pretty much as soon as Rylen established a rhythm.
This time, however, he came hurtling over it with me. I felt him tremble and heard him mutter low curses before he started whispering sweet nothings in my ear after he was done. We were both breathing hard, both quivering as we lay there holding each other.
Eventually, he slid out of me and wordlessly cleaned me up before coming back to bed. Once he was under the covers, he lifted them for me and held his arm open until I cuddled up against him. We were still lying like that when I finally caught my breath and felt my brain click back into place.
“Do you have any big surgeries coming up this week?” I asked, my fingertips tracing the skin on his chest.
Rylen’s hand came up to meet mine, his fingers winding around mine to hold my hand right over his heart. “Every surgery is a big surgery, so yeah. I have a couple.”
“I love that you care so much,” I murmured quietly, tightening my grip on his hand. My eyelids were getting heavy, my body ready to get some rest after what had been a long and exciting week.
; Just before sleep dragged me under, I heard Rylen’s whispered reply. “There are many things I love about you, too, Olive.”
Chapter 29
Rylen
“So, this is your backyard?” I lifted my hand to shield my eyes from the midday sun, turning my head to look up and down the beach right outside Olive’s house. “It’s pretty fucking impressive.”
The neighborhood she lived in was exclusive enough that the beach itself was kind of secluded. It was lined with houses, so it wasn’t secluded enough to get up to anything, but we wouldn’t have to worry about any big crowds or being bothered by hawkers or anything.
The sand was white, stretching in either direction as far as the eye could see. It was soft beneath my feet, even if it was a little too hot to be comfortable with bare feet. Olive and I had laid out our towels closer to the house to take advantage of the patch of shade it created on the sand.
Olive stood beside me, grinning as she nodded and looking out at the waves crashing to the shore. “It is impressive. Sometimes when I come out here, I still have to pinch myself to believe I can walk out of my living room and onto the beach.”
“It’s gorgeous.” I dropped my hand and walked forward until the warm water was lapping at my feet. Olive moved with me, walking into the ocean until the water came to her knees.
She turned around to face me. “Thank you. I’d be willing to share it with you anytime you like.”
“It’s a great way to spend a Saturday morning, so I might take you up on that.” I exhaled a deep breath and sucked in another, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. “God, this is the life. Remind me why we have to work again. Fuck Saturdays, I could do this every day.”
Olive chuckled. “No, you couldn’t. You’d get so bored. You live for high-pressure environments, don’t you? You told me that only last week.”