He chuckled and opened the bag of clothespins and took out one. “Breathe through these.” He did not hesitate or draw the moment out too long for her. He attached the clothespins on her nipples and then around her breasts until he had all but four of the clothespins on her body.
She breathed deep. Her brows were drawn, and her eyes were shut. He tapped one clothespin along her breasts and she cringed away with a gasp. Convinced her reaction was intense enough, he placed the last four clothespins along her belly, running down below her breasts.
Leaving her there, allowing her to melt into the sensation, he moved to his case and grabbed his black crop. When he returned in front of her, he dragged the crop over her shoulder and down her arm, then moved up her thigh to her sex where he tapped her clit lightly.
Her low responding moan came as no surprise. He tapped again and again until she squirmed, then he reached down and stroked between her legs. His fingers came back soaking wet. Using those fingers, he trailed her arousal over his cock and stroked himself. She followed him with her eyes, and her expression soon morphed into the higher arousal he wanted from her.
Keeping his hand on his cock, he lifted the crop and trailed it over her jawline then her lips. “I’m going to take you high and I’m going to get you there fast and then you’ll come. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand, sir,” she breathed.
Using the crop, he gently guided her head to the side so she was facing away from him. “Stay where I put you, angel.”
“Yes, sir.”
After making her aware of what would come next, he lifted the crop and on the breast closest to him, and with firm and forceful intent, he slapped the flat of the crop against the first clothespin.
She hissed and bowed her head, and the clothespin flew off in the opposite direction of her face, exactly where he intended it to go.
He paused and waited. One, for her to catch her breath. Two, for her to safe word if she needed to say it.
When she glanced back at him, he lifted the crop again and directed her head in the other direction before slapping another clothespin off. He ached at her raw moan. She bowed her head once more, absorbing the sensation and waking her body up in new ways before she looked at him again.
The lust staring back at him had him stepping forward. Because if one thing was true, he craved this woman. She drove him mad with those eyes…that smile. In front of her now, he held out his cock to her and she began sucking on the tip. He enjoyed that for a moment before he leaned to the side.
Slap.
Another clothespin flew off her breast, and her mouth froze on the tip, a hard tremble rocking her. In that hesitation, he smacked five more clothespins off in quick flicks. Her lips fell from his cock and her loud moans filled the space around him, making him experience the ride alongside her.
He paused again and waited for her lips to seal around his cock again and then he sent clothespins flying until the only ones left were on her breast. Only then did he back away. He grabbed his cock and jerked himself none too gently, moaning at the feel of her salvia along his shaft.
To check in before he continued, he tucked the crop under his arm and stroked her breast, feeling the marks of the clothespins. Her shudder and low moan had him sliding his fingers between her thighs. “Soaking wet, angel.” He grinned. “You like this.” A statement not a question.
She answered anyway, with a shaky voice. “I seem to, sir.”
He chuckled then he grabbed a bullet vibrator. After he turned the vibration to full speed, he went down on one knee and pressed the vibrator against her clit. She moaned, her head falling back, her back arching and breasts pushing in his direction. He took the invitation and sucked on her nipple. A hard shudder rocked her body against the rawness she surely was feeling.
All for himself, he thought as he swirled his tongue over her areola then leaned away. “Take hold of this.” When she did, he pressed her hand harder. “No, Olivia, tight like this. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she breathed, “Yes, sir.”
He rose up then and used the crop to turn her face away from the breast that still had clothespins. He tapped one gently, enjoying the way she gasped and shook all at once. Then he lifted the crop and swatted at one clothespin then another until more went flying in the opposite direction.
With two clothespins left, he swatted at her thighs, smacking the flat of the crop up and down until he noticed her quiver indicating the rise of her pleasure. A second later, she pinched her eyes shut, and her breath began hitching, and it was in that moment when she reached her peak that he sheathed himself in a condom. She was totally unaware, lost in where he had taken her, and now he wanted to take all for himself.
Using the crop again to gently guide her face to a safe position, he waited for her to inhale and then swatted the second-to-last clothespin off with a hard hit.
She froze and then screamed, breaking apart in front of his eyes. Shaking and coming far harder than he’d seen her come yet, her back arched, her skin creamy and pale, her body quivering in delight.
Slow seconds passed as she returned from the high. Again, he tucked the crop under her chin and brought her gaze to his. He was momentarily blinded by all she offered him. More than her surrender, she offered him everything with a single look.
“One more, angel,” he murmured.
She whimpered.
All in pleasure, he knew that. He didn’t pause and slapped the clothespin off harder this time, hearing the crack of the crop against the wood. She gasped, suspended in a moment where pleasure and pain mixed perfectly, and he acted quickly. He stepped in behind her, guiding her chest to the floor, and he straddled her perfect ass. Her inner muscles hugged his cock as he sank in deep, and her moans of pleasure hit the roof.
He pressed one hand around the back of her neck, and the other went to her hip. Dominating her in the way he knew she wanted him to, he unleashed himself.
Raw. Rough. Primal.
She went wild beneath him, soaking his testicles with her arousal. He leaned his chest down on her back, knowing the friction on the rug was rubbing against the marks from the clothespins and would only take her higher. He planted his mouth by her ear and growled, “Is this real for you, Olivia?”
“God. Yes!” She screamed. “I’m going to come again. Holy shit!”
Her breath hitched once. Then she exploded around him. Her inner muscles strangled Noah’s cock, making him damn near cross-eyed. His orgasm hit with little to no warning. He roared and pounded into her tight heat, losing himself in the hot, pulsing pleasure.
And then there was no denying that feeling her, touching her, was the realest thing he’d ever known.
Chapter 13
Wednesday’s workday came and went with Isaac being in a mood as always, keeping Olivia on edge. When she arrived at Noah’s house for a private dinner that he’d cooked, Olivia knew the real reason she spent her day barely able to sit down. In two days her agreement with Noah would be over, and she had no idea what would happen after that. She had asked yesterday. He’d neatly avoided the conversation. She had planned to ask him again today but ended up in his bed and beneath him before that could happen.
On her back, she lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling while Noah was showering in the en suite bathroom. She took an emotional inventory. She felt strong and happy, and that was amazing and wonderful. Though deep inside her there was something that wavered, feeling unsettled and unsure. She’d tasted what a relationship with Noah could be like. And that relationship tasted sweet.
Sweet enough that she did not want to let him go. But no matter that her feelings had become clearer, one truth remained: he avoided any talk about commitment. With his track record, and with hers, she needed him to speak up. Noah’s go-with-the-flow method and avoiding the conversation they
needed to have was not working for her.
To risk her heart, she needed more. But the thought of walking away was impossible.
Right as that thought crossed her mind, her cellphone rang. She sighed when she saw it was Cameron. “Hi,” she answered the call.
“Hey,” Cameron replied, voice chipper. “I’ve got good news. An offer came in on the house. I wondered if we could meet up to chat about it.”
“Oh…” In all that had gone on in the last twenty-four hours, the showing of the house had been the last thing on her mind. “That is good news. Just tell it to me now?”
“There are some things that I think will be better explained in person.”
Fax it? Email it? A bunch of ideas crossed her mind until she reminded herself she was an adult and needed to put this matter to rest. She considered meeting him somewhere. That wouldn’t do. There was no way she would leave Noah’s house to see Cameron, knowing the impression that would give to both of them. She figured on the only other alternative. “I’m at Noah’s now. Want to meet me here, outside?”
He hesitated. “Yeah, okay.”
She rambled off the address and before ending the call, she said, “I’ll see you soon.” She slid out of bed and dressed quickly back in her red blouse and dark skinny jeans then moved to the bathroom’s door. “Cameron’s coming to show me an offer on the house,” she called to Noah. “I’m just running outside to meet with him. I’ll be back in a few.”
A pause. Then, “All right.”
With that settled, she slipped into her heels and made it outside the building in a jiffy. She sat on the steps for a good ten minutes before Cameron’s black Mazda rolled to a stop near the mature maple tree. Determined to get this part of her life behind her, she pushed off the step and met him halfway, noting the file folder in his hand. “Is the offer good?”
He nodded and handed her the file. “Before we get into that, can we talk?”
She didn’t even bother trying to read him. She thought once she’d known him, and she had been epically wrong. Instead, she opened the file, spotting the Agreement to Purchase, and asked, “Yeah, what’s up?”
“This guy is all wrong for you,” Cameron said.
She slowly looked up from the file and stared at him for a good few seconds, bewildered. “I’m not exactly sure why you think you should have an opinion on who I date.” Looking back at the file, she noted the offer was only three thousand off from asking price. “The offer is solid.” She flipped a page and glanced at the conditions. “Wow. No conditions. I don’t think this offer could get any better.” She flipped another paper. “Why did we need to talk about this?”
“We don’t have to do this. We don’t have to sell.”
With those sad puppy dog eyes staring at her, Noah’s earlier conversation about Cameron having other motivations to help her sell came rushing into her mind. “Actually, yes, we do have to sell.”
Cameron scraped the toe of his shoe against the sidewalk, shifting from side to side. “What if I said I made a huge mistake and I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you?”
“I would say that ship has already sailed,” she said without hesitation.
His jaw muscles tightened. That’s when Olivia saw the truth. Noah had been right—Cameron had wanted it all. He’d wanted the fantasy in Lacie. He’d wanted the wife in Olivia. And now she spotted the desperation in his eyes that showed he was losing it all. The way he was scrambling to get back whatever he could.
“We had ten years together,” he said softly before she could choose between decking him or kicking him in the balls. “Ten good years. Yes, I fucked up, but people make mistakes. And I admit that I made a big one. We can fix this. We can go to therapy if that’s what it takes.”
She blinked. “You. Fucked. My. Best. Friend. In. My. Bed.”
“It was a mistake,” he implored.
“Olivia.”
The slow, steady, low voice behind her sent goosebumps racing across her flesh. She glanced over her shoulder, finding Noah standing on the landing dressed in workout pants and a T-shirt. Dear God, he was gorgeous. His hair was messy and damp from his shower, but those eyes…oh, those eyes were coolly calm and locked onto the man who had broken her heart.
She gazed between the two men staring each other down and realized she didn’t really know either of them.
Cameron had blindsided her. He was one man one day. Another man the next. Noah had a little of that himself. He portrayed one man in public. Another man in private, always keeping her at a safe distance, never crossing emotional lines.
“It’s okay,” she said to Noah, not wanting this to become something more than it was. Besides, she could handle Cameron. She offered him the file folder. “This looks good to me. Take the offer.”
Cameron ignored her and growled at Noah, “You are not part of this. Fuck off.”
At that, Noah grinned.
Olivia felt the tension coming off him in waves. She shoved the file at Cameron. “It’s time for you to go.”
But Cameron wasn’t looking at her. He was seething at Noah.
Noah’s voice was smooth. “Olivia has asked you nicely to leave.”
“Both of you, stop it,” Olivia interjected quickly. “Cameron, go home. Noah, go inside.”
Again, they both ignored her.
“I know all about you,” Cameron sneered, puffing out his chest. “You don’t deserve her.”
Noah scoffed, his posture relaxed but hinting at coiled rage. “And you think you do?”
Cameron’s face burned a deep shade of red, and the venom in his voice when he turned to Olivia took her breath away. “Haven’t you seen his track record with women? Is that what you want for yourself? You’ll forever be known as the latest whore he threw away.”
Olivia wasn’t exactly sure what happened next. All she knew was Noah’s fingers wrapping around her arm and pushing her behind him; then she blinked in horror at the men brawling in front of her.
This was bad. Oh, so bad.
Then again, there was something far worse. That was the woman standing across the street, taping the fight on her cellphone.
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In the en suite bathroom, Noah leaned closer to the sink and touched his right eye, feeling the tenderness there. A small cut on his lip and another directly under that eye was the only visual evidence that Cameron had gotten a good couple of shots in. Without a doubt, he would have a black eye tomorrow. Regardless, Noah took some satisfaction in knowing Cameron’s face looked worse. He quickly pulled off his ripped T-shirt with the dribbles of blood on it that did not belong to him and tossed it into the garbage. After which, he entered his bedroom and took another one out of the dresser drawer.
When he moved toward the door, he heard the flurry of people who had descended on his penthouse the second the video had been uploaded to YouTube and the media got ahold of it. He sighed as he reached the living room. His television screen was tuned to the news, and four people were on the telephone doing damage control. But his dismay was not directed at his team handling this mess. He worried for Olivia who stood at the window staring out at the city below with her arms crossed.
“How bad is it looking?” his assistant asked as he held the phone to his ear.
Noah strode by Alice, his communications director, as she said into the phone, “No, Senator Grant will not be making a statement at this time.” She gave him a look full of pity that told him the press had been all over this in a matter of an hour. In three hours, this story would explode.
Noah was not well acquainted personally with the other two people in his living room, but he knew they were from an agency that was known for its “fixers” who excelled at handling scandals and such. Oddly, in all this, he found himself less concerned about himself and more concerned about Olivia. A very new concept
for him.
Fraught with tension, he stepped in next to her and shoved his hands into his pockets, staring down at the bustling city. When she didn’t speak, he offered, “This is a pretty big dose of reality.”
“Just a little,” she said softly.
He glanced at her then. Her mouth was pinched tight. Her spine bowed. “We need to talk.” He placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her to the bedroom. She easily went, obviously wanting to be far away from the others. Once inside the bedroom, he shut the door and moved closer. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
She cringed. “I hate that my life caused this to happen.”
“No, Olivia,” he told her adamantly. “Cameron caused this to happen. None of this had anything to do with you.”
She gave him a blank look. “I brought Cameron into your life.”
His gut churned at her wet eyes. “We’ll get this handled, Olivia. Yes, I’ll need to make a statement at some point. But the people out in the living room are paid to ensure this goes away neatly.”
“And that’s what you want, right, to make everything neatly go away?” She inhaled a deep breath then stepped away from him, coldness sneaking into the air between them. “I know you want to avoid the question. And have been doing that every time it comes up, but what happens after this goes away neatly? Do I go away neatly?”
“That is not what I want.” He ached to close the distance but felt rooted to the spot. “We continue doing what we’ve been doing.”
“I’m not sure we can,” she told him softly, the distance between them feeling icy cold now. “We’ve been living in this fantasy space where everything is amazing and perfect. But then I keep coming back to that same thought. Is it real?”
His jaw clenched. “I told you before, I’m real. This is real.”
She studied him for a moment then slowly shook her head. “But ask yourself, Noah: Could we honestly work in the real world?”
His mouth parted to say yes, but he knew the challenges. Those obstacles were why he had not made a promise he knew he could not keep. “Olivia, my team will handle this. They’ll get it buried and we’ll move on.”
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