“Yes sir, Mr. Saunders. We have your credit card on file. We’ll email you a receipt.”
“Perfect. You have a nice night now.”
He opened his door to a steady rain, but it seemed lighter than it had been when they left the restaurant. He tugged on Olivia’s arm. “Come on. Use my jacket to shield yourself from the rain.”
She hopped out behind him and he slammed the car door, taking her hand, leaping over a puddle and up on to the curb. Fortunately, Olivia’s graceful legs afforded her the ability to follow him easily enough in heels.
They began to jog along, ducking from the awning above a boutique to the overhang on a skyscraper. The rain continued to lighten, but his shirt was already soaked. He couldn’t bear to think about his tailored suit jacket and what the rainwater was doing to it.
“This is crazy, you know,” Olivia yelled, holding his jacket over her head, managing to keep up with him. “And this is adding an entirely new level of excitement to these panties.”
“I bet.” Brian smirked as he stopped at the curb for an instant before bolting across the street with Olivia in tow. Just as they made it to the other sidewalk, the sky opened up. “Oh shit, Liv. Come on, babe.” He yanked her arm but she stumbled. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she lumbered ahead. “Crack in the pavement.”
The rain came down in endless sheets. Everything was clinging to him—his shirt, his pants, his hair. Olivia grabbed his shoulder and pulled off her shoes.
“You sure you want to do that?”
She bolted ahead with the shoes in one hand, holding his jacket above her head with the other. “I told you,” she yelled back. “I really, really have to pee.”
He sprinted behind her, watching as she rounded the corner to the hotel. By the time he caught up to her, she was steps from the regal gold awning. With a gentle scoop of his arms, he ushered her out of the rain.
She lowered the jacket and her chest heaved, her homerun of a black dress clinging to her entire body. Beads of water dotted her clavicle.
“So much for the jacket keeping you dry,” he said, also struggling for air.
“Come on.” She thrust the garment at him and sprinted up the stairs to the revolving door.
He dutifully followed, enjoying the way her dripping dress showed off her butt.
Within seconds, she was at the elevator, hopping back and forth from foot to foot and staring expectantly at the numbers above the door.
“Liv, use the lobby bathroom.”
She pointed at the corner where the ladies’ room was. A housekeeping cart sat parked in front of the entrance. “They’re freaking cleaning it.”
The elevator dinged and the elderly couple stepping out of it expressed horror as he and Olivia rushed past them. “Sorry, emergency,” he called out as he punched the button for the doors to close. He sagged against the wall as it finally began to climb.
Olivia was again squirming. “Come on, come on,” she pleaded as they passed the floor before theirs and the bell chimed. She burst through the opening when it was wide enough to accommodate her slender frame.
Brian trailed her down the hall as she hit a full-out sprint. He was about to slow down when he realized he had the only room key. “Oh crap. I’m coming.” His feet went double-time to get to her and he crammed the card into the slot.
Olivia turned the knob the instant the light turned green, storming into the bathroom. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed.
He rushed into the room and flipped on the light. She was on the toilet with the pearl panties around her ankles. “You okay?”
She sighed and dropped her shoulders. “I am now. I don’t think I’ve had to pee that bad in a really long time.” Resting her elbows on her thighs, she began to giggle. “You look like a drowned rat.”
Her laugh had always been infectious, but something about the situation amplified it. He chuckled so hard that tears began to form at the corners of his eyes. “You look spectacular.”
“No I don’t,” she remarked, flushing the toilet. She stepped to the sink and he eased behind her as she washed her hands. Her mascara was smudged beneath her eyes, her perfectly styled hair now a mix of matted and wet. Still, he’d never seen her look more beautiful.
He threaded a finger beneath her hair, collecting it in his hand and moving it away from her neck. She tilted her head to the side to welcome him with unimpeded access. He needed no further invitation. Her skin was moist and warm as he pressed his lips to the graceful stretch above her collarbone. “I think you look spectacular, Mrs. Saunders. Just like I like you. Messy and wet.”
Olivia smirked at him in the mirror. Handsome bastard. Every kiss against her neck was white hot even though he was biding his time, knowing full well how that drove her crazy. Placing her hands on the marble vanity, she arched her back and pressed her ass against his crotch. He followed, bending forward at the hips and planting one of his hands next to hers on the counter. His lips continued to blaze a hot trail, now along the back of her neck as he lifted her hair up and away. She wiggled into him and could feel him growing harder.
“Maybe you need to get me out of this wet dress.” Warmth had gathered between her legs but it was of an entirely different nature now. After hours of the pearls rolling between her folds, over her clit, the pressure and need was building in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. It had been a ridiculous amount of foreplay. One touch from Brian and she might blow up.
“No way. I’m taking you right here and now.” He stood straight for an instant and she heard the clatter of his belt buckle and the zip of a zipper. With insistent hands, he pulled up the back of her dress.
She caught his eyes in the mirror again—those icy-blue babies were blazing. His jaw was set firmly, telling her she was now to surrender to his control. “Does that mean you’re going to give it to me hard?” He may have been in charge, but a little encouragement never hurt.
One hand pressed the center of her back, while his other hand jerked her hip closer. She dropped her elbows down onto the counter.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
Her face was mere inches from the mirror, breath fogging the glass, damp locks of hair dangling. She focused on the reflection of his face, which was commanding and stern. Her eyes fluttered shut when he pushed aside the pearls and found her opening. Without hesitation, he drove several fingers inside.
“Oh God, yes,” Olivia whimpered. Each spiraling thrust of his fingers gave her warring sensations of relief and torture. She wanted it, she needed it, but the tension he was creating in her body was unreal.
He withdrew his fingers and unbuttoned his shirt. Seconds later, he pushed inside at a painstakingly slow pace—inch by glorious inch. His self-control was unmatched and she knew it wasn’t just for her benefit as her body stretched and conformed to his cock. A throaty groan left his mouth when she squeezed her muscles around him. As soon as his thighs met the backs of hers, he pulled out far but not all the way, feeling heavenly as he went.
He kept one hand on her hip and reached around to slip his other hand between her pelvis and the counter. His fingers found the pearls and pressed them against her clit, rubbing in tiny circles. He went slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed. She moaned as he met more of her need with every deep stroke inside, every masterful caress against that tight bundle of nerves.
“Look at me, Liv,” he insisted with a gruff voice.
She craned her neck to see him, but it took considerable effort. His every move left her ready to collapse into a heap on the floor.
“No. In the mirror.”
She turned and watched as he cocked his eyebrows. The placement of his hands was there for her to see, the way he thrust her body forward and jerked it back as he drove into her harder. His thighs slapped against hers with each forward stroke. She caught his gaze again and their eyes locked as if neither would ever look away.
“Come for me,” he said.
“I’m close,” she murmured. Her brain w
as turning fuzzy. All she could concentrate on was watching his face as he bit into his lower lip and grunted. His eyes were steely and determined. Unrelenting thrusts, heat and friction, brought the peak barreling at her. “Oh God.” Her body was wound tight as a spring. With another fierce stroke, the pleasure tore through her. She arched her neck and called out, Brian quickly following. He pulsed inside her while her clit throbbed with fading waves of pleasure. She dropped her head down onto her hands and Brian bent forward and kissed her neck softly.
“You okay, darling?” he asked.
A smile bloomed on her face. “Perfect,” she answered, surrendering to everything she wanted—desire and love, and for Brian to take charge.
Chapter Five
Olivia woke Brian with a hand over his eyes.
“No peeking,” she said in a soft singsong before she kissed the sensitive spot below his ear. Morning wood was tenting the sheet. Perfect timing.
He stretched and arched his back. “Mmm. Sounds promising.”
A black silk scarf was tucked beneath her pillow. She’d thought they would have gotten around to using it last night, but Brian had been in the driver’s seat the entire time. There’d been such a whirlwind of passion that she’d forgotten it until she woke—time for her to be in charge.
Keeping her palm cupped over his eyes, she teased the bedclothes down his muscular stomach, past his waist and hips, revealing his magnificent erection. That was a sight of which she’d never grow tired—his smooth skin, taut and waiting for her.
Looping in delicate circles, she trailed the shimmering fabric from his chest to his torso and down to his cock. A groan rumbled from his throat. She smiled, studying the twitch of his full lips.
“You like that?” she asked, brushing the silk along the underside of his shaft, making sure to give his balls some attention as well.
“It’s okay.” He laughed, but the breathiness in it suggested he was greatly enjoying everything she did. “I’m just waiting to see what else you’re going to do.”
Olivia’s mind scrambled. She hadn’t planned much more than a morning ambush, but she played it cool. “If you’re a good boy, I promise to make you happy.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be a good boy,” he said in mock defiance. “My wife makes me want to be bad.”
From his words, an idea sprang to life. “But your wife isn’t here right now.” She stifled a giggle but rolled her neck and went with it.
“She isn’t?” he asked, boyish elation tingeing his voice.
“She sent me here to make you happy. I’m very good at making men happy.” She continued to trail the fabric up and down his length, all the while keeping her hand clasped over his eyes.
“I see.” He cleared his throat and shifted on the bed. “May I ask your name?”
Oh. Shit. He would have to ask that, wouldn’t he? “It’s Sabrina,” she answered, recalling the name of the woman from housekeeping who’d brought them fresh towels the night before.
“That’s a beautiful name. Tell me what you look like, Sabrina.”
Olivia used one hand to gather the scarf while she kept the other clamped over Brian’s eyes. She softly kissed his stomach and his firm muscles twitched beneath her lips. “I have long, red hair, green eyes and a mouth that loves to be kissed.”
“I’ve never been with a redhead. Are you fiery?” He swallowed, hard.
“Well, men tell me things.” She leaned down to his ear. “They tell me I’m talented.”
Brian’s breath hitched in his throat as if she were about to divulge that she had some ability that made her the eighth wonder of the world. “Please. Don’t let me stop you. Go on.”
“I’d rather show you my talents, Brian. What fun is it if I tell you?”
A wide grin crossed his face. “Fair enough, but I love hearing a woman talk about her body. It really turns me on.”
May as well go for broke here. “Men tell me I have a luscious ass. You’ll have to judge for yourself, but you have to do it with your hands. Keep your eyes closed.” She shifted to her knees and straddled his waist. Bending forward, she draped the silk across his eyes, wrapped it behind his head and tied a small knot to the side.
“I like the way you think.” Brian’s strong hands gripped her hips, pressing into the fleshiest part of her ass. “Mmm. You’re perfect. Firm, but just enough there for me to dig my fingers into.”
Olivia grasped his hands and flattened them against her stomach. “There’s more.” She inched his fingers north until they found her breasts. She closed her eyes as blood rushed and filled her skin, nipples tightening beneath his touch and heat blooming between her legs.
“Also perfect. Velvety and smooth.” He squeezed both mounds then began to pluck at the tight buds with his thumbs and index fingers.
Carefully she lowered herself to her elbows, her mouth mere inches from his. “Do you want me to kiss you?” she whispered.
Brian’s hips bucked. “God, yes.”
“And your wife will be okay with that? Kissing is so intimate.” She brushed the corner of his mouth with her lips.
“Didn’t she ask you to make me happy?”
“She did. I believe her exact instructions were whatever you want.” Her mouth grazed his jaw and she gave him soft, open-mouthed kisses along his neck until she met his lips with her own and their tongues flickered at each other. “What else would make you happy?” She nudged at his earlobe with her nose before giving it a gentle nip.
He grunted and turned his face into her neck. “I want you to have your way with me.”
A knock came at the door. “That can be arranged. First, I must see who’s come to visit.”
“Shit.” Brian clawed at the bed. “I need the sheet. Who’s here?”
She climbed off him. “Don’t worry. I’ll go into the hall.” She tiptoed to the chair and grabbed the hotel robe, wrapping herself up in it. As promised, she slipped into the hall.
Carson greeted her with a hesitant smile, followed by a deep flush of crimson to his cheeks. His sandy blond bangs flopped down into his face. “Morning, ma’am.” He inched toward the door with the room service cart.
“Good morning, Carson. We meet again.” She stopped the cart with her hand. “I’ll take it inside. You’re early and Mr. Saunders is uh—” She gestured with a nod. “Indisposed.”
She didn’t think it was possible, but his face turned an even brighter shade of red. “Yes ma’am. Of course ma’am.”
Olivia plucked the leather folio from his hand and signed for breakfast, leaving him a generous tip. “Thank you, Carson. I’ve got it from here.” With a flip of her hair, she backed the cart into her room and the door slammed shut behind her.
“Was that your boyfriend’s voice I heard out in the hall?” Brian asked.
Olivia smirked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Saunders. I don’t have a boyfriend.” She peeled the foil from the bottle of champagne she’d ordered, carefully twisting the wire cage away and popping the cork with a quick twist.
Brian sat up in bed. “Champagne?”
She filled two flutes, dropped her robe to the floor and traipsed back to the bed. “Here.” She held the glass to his lips. “Drink.”
“Mmm.” His tongue trailed along his lower lip. “Sparkling rosé?”
She shook her head. He has to know everything. “Perhaps. I told them to send the most expensive thing they had since you’re paying.” She snickered. “Now be a good boy and lie down.” She put the glasses to rest on the bedside table and watched as he settled his head back on the pillow.
“What do you have planned for me, Sabrina?” A conspiratorial smirk spread across his full lips.
“Breakfast as soon as I’m finished with you.” Olivia took a plate of strawberries from the room service cart and perched on the edge of the bed. “Hungry?” Carefully, she placed one of the ripe red berries on Brian’s lower lip.
His smirk bloomed to a smile and he took a bite as she eased t
he fruit into his mouth. “Juicy,” he said.
“That’s only a taste of what’s to come.” She took the second bite of strawberry and dropped the stem onto the plate. Her knee sank into the mattress when she climbed over him to the center of the bed.
Brian’s hand patted the sheet until he found her thigh. “What’s to come or who’s to come?”
Olivia was glad he couldn’t see her roll her eyes. Clever, Bri. Clever. She eased on to all fours and lowered her head to kiss his firm stomach, inching lower, over the narrow trail of hair below his bellybutton. “Tell me what you want, Mr. Saunders. Tell me everything.”
He cleared his throat and shifted his weight as she lazily peppered the lowest parts of his belly with soft kisses. She was especially careful not to touch his cock, merely to make him aware of her presence. “After that kiss earlier, I’d really like to be inside that mouth of yours.”
“That’s a start,” she purred. “But tell me more. Tell me what you really want.” Her hair cascaded down onto his stomach and she rocked her head back and forth. She took pure joy in it as it seemed to make him squirm.
“Well, I want to feel your tongue against my skin. I want to feel the softness of your lips. I want to get lost in the heat of your mouth.”
“That’s better.” She smiled as she positioned herself between his legs. She reached up and dropped her finger at the base of his throat, dragging it along his midline. “The minute I saw your hard-on, I knew I wanted to do this.” With a slow pass of her tongue, she moistened her lips and pursed them, pressing them against the silky smooth head of his cock. Slowly she parted her lips and took more of the head, stopping and sucking hard when she reached the ridge, wrapping her fingers around the base of his erection.
“Oh God,” Brian murmured as his hips twitched and his fingers twined in her hair.
She swirled her tongue around his head, stopping at the end of every pass to flick it against the underside. Brian’s moans and groans could only be interpreted as a plea. Please. Don’t. Stop.
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