She sighs in frustration. “Yes.”
“And you’ll let me take you home afterwards, maybe stay for a little while?”
She leans back so she can see his face. “YES!” She says impatiently.
He grins. “Then you can call it whatever you want.” He sways her gently in his arms, breathing in her perfume. “I want you to wear that black dress, the one you were wearing that day at the coffee shop.”
She laughs under her breath. “Well that’s pretty much a given.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t afford to buy anything new until after I get the car repairs paid off.”
“I thought you had the money to pay that?” He leans back so he can see her face. She uses the opportunity to take a step back, knowing that she needs to separate herself from his addictive muscled body and get back to her workday.
“Well not exactly. They are letting me pay it off in equal payments over the next 3 months.”
His jaw clenches and he exhales harshly in frustration. “Olivia, I told you that I would pay for it if you didn’t have the money.”
“Relax, I’m managing.”
He shakes his head. “See? I knew you were going to drive me completely crazy.”
She grins. “Well…every girl has a talent. I guess that’s mine.”
Ethan shakes his head. “Great!” The sarcasm in his tone amuses her.
“I need to get back to work. You’ve been here for over an hour. You’re going to get me in trouble.” She steers him towards the door and down the hall towards reception.
“Just tell your boss that I’m a potential client.”
“Uh huh, and you were in my office for almost an hour and a half, why?
She pushes open the front door and follows him to his car.
“Discussing the services I’d like you to provide. Of course.” He winks as he flashes her that irresistible smile.
Maybe it’s his cologne or maybe it’s the pheromones that bring out the naughty in her. “If I had blinds on my office door I would have shown you exactly how well I would “service you.” She locks onto his gaze with a sensual audacity that leaves him speechless and makes his dick spring to life with amazing swiftness.
“Jesus… there’s that look again.” He unlocks his car door. “I best get on my way before my dick takes control and I wrestle you into the back seat to have my way with you.”
She gives him a devilish grin. “Ah, did you read the fine print? There’s an extra fee for out of office consults.” When she turns to walk away, he grabs her wrist and yanks her towards him, her body stopping against the unmistakable bulge of his semi hard-on. His biceps flex as they wrap around her, preventing her escape. Holding her against his hard chest, he lowers his lips, pressing them firmly on her forehead and then slides to her ear and whispers. “I really missed you this week.”
She feels the same way but she can’t bring herself to say it. She presses the palm of her hands on his chest and after rubbing them gently across the rigid outlines of his muscles, she pushes herself away. “I have to go.” Turning, she walks towards the building without looking back. Ethan grins as he watches her swing open the door and disappear inside. He’s wearing her down. He can tell.
Pulling out of the parking lot he starts to head for home, but then taking a look at the clock on the dashboard he decides that he has more than enough time to make a stop at a certain auto repair shop on the way. There is a certain matter of an outstanding repair bill that requires his attention.
Olivia stops at Rachel’s office on her way down the hall and stands at the door with her arms crossed waiting for her to acknowledge her. When she does, Olivia gives her a look. “Really? You told him that I wasn’t eating?”
Rachel cringes.” Geez, yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tattle on you. We were just talking and he was worried about you and…. Do you forgive me?”
Olivia lets her arms relax at her side. “Yeah, I guess so. I can’t believe he showed up here with food.”
“The brownies were killer. Did you have one?”
Olivia shakes her head no. “I had fruit.” Her curiosity piques. “Rachel, did you tell Ethan about my orange peel phobia?
“No.”
“Do you think Scott might have mentioned it to him?”
“I’ll ask him, but I doubt it. Men don’t talk about that kind of stuff. Why? What’s going on?”
“Ethan did the strangest thing today.”
Rachel gets excited. “Tell me!”
“We were eating lunch and chatting and he reached over and picked up my orange and peeled it for me.”
Rachel looks disappointed. “That’s it? That’s actually kind of sweet.”
“I know, but when I asked him about it he said.” She stops, wondering if Rachel is going to think she’s nuts again.
“What?” Rachel presses for her to continue.
“He said that he has ALWAYS peeled my oranges because I take too long trying to pick off all the stringy bits.”
Rachel’s brow creases. “Really? That is a little strange.” She changes the subject. “But oh my God, he looked so cute!”
Olivia smiles. “Yeah, he did. And he always smells so heavenly.”
Rachel laughs. “Well that’s special for you because he didn’t smell like that at my house.”
Olivia saunters back to her office with absolutely no motivation to continue working. The more she tries to put him out of her mind the more she thinks about being pressed up against his chest, his strong arms wrapped around her and his hard cock rubbing against her. She’s suddenly consumed by the need to have him. It’s not the kind of need that will be sated if she were to ‘take things into her own hands’ so to speak. The only cure for this kind of desire is foreplay that starts as an idea that’s been lurking in the corner of her mind and unfolds into the form of a steamy fantasy that she has thought about for a very long time. One that allows her to be a very dirty girl.
Chapter 15
Picking up the phone, Olivia dials his number and holds her breath until he answers.
“O’Connell.”
“It’s me.”
“Hey, is everything ok?” He leans on the counter supporting himself on his forearms and shifting his weight onto one hip.
“Do you have to go to the restaurant tonight?”
“Yes. I’m afraid so. Why?”
“I don’t want you to go.” She spews out, sounding whiny and needy.
He furrows his brow in concern. “What’s going on, Liv?”
“I want you to come see me instead.”
“Olivia, are you ok?”
“No. I’m having… um... thoughts.” No, that didn’t sound desperate at all. She rolls her eyes.
“Thoughts?” A smile forms on his lips. “What kind of thoughts?”
Talking quietly, she looks up to make sure her office door is closed. “Naughty thoughts.”
Ethan stands straight up, shocked. “Ok. You’ve got my attention.”
“I’m feeling a little adventurous.” She whispers into the phone.
“I’m intrigued.” His dick is already hard and he doesn’t even know what she has in mind yet.
She hesitates. “Remember the other night when you suggested I could PAY you back for the coffee with sexual favors?”
Ethan begins to pace across the kitchen floor, his arousal tenting his track pants.
“Yes, go on.”
She can’t believe she’s having this conversation. “Well, I thought you could come by and” She clears her throat. “deliver dinner… and”
She doesn’t have to finish her thought. He knows what she’s getting at. “Give me 5 minutes I’ll call you right back.” Hanging up abruptly, he leaves her sitting at her desk with her phone in her hand, not quite sure what just happened.
Ethan searches through the records of his incoming calls until he finds the number for the technician that called. He hits dial and waits. After several rings he finally
answers. “Hello.”
“This is Ethan O’Connell.”
“Yes sir. I still don’t know what time we’ll be there.” He already knows why he’s calling.
Ethan gets straight to the point. “I’ll give you $100 cash each, if you’re done and gone by 5pm.”
There is a moment of muffled silence as he has a few words with his partner.
“Mr. O’Connell, we are just around the corner. We’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Olivia has a moment of anxiety when Ethan calls her back. “It looks like I will be able to accommodate your request after all.”
A delicious tingling starts between her legs. “You can?”
“Yes, I’ll meet you at your place at 6pm. I still have to go over to the restaurant later on, but we’ll have lots of time before then.”
“Ok.”
There is a knock at Ethan’s door. “I’ve to go, the technicians are here.”
“Ethan, wait! Come to the front door… and don’t bring pizza, it’s a little too cliché.”
“OK, got it! See you soon.”
Olivia has no idea how she manages to get through the rest of her afternoon. Rushing home, she has a shower and chooses a black lace bra with matching panties. After wiggling into a pair of knee length black leggings she grabs a sheer white blouse that she purchased but has never worn. It’s so revealing that she is uncomfortable wearing it out in public even with a camisole underneath it. Holding up the camisole, she considers wearing it before tossing it to the side and pulling the blouse over her head. Standing at the mirror, she smiles. Every detail of her black lace bra shows through leaving very little to the imagination. It’s naughty and sexy and perfect for what she has in mind. He is going to lose his mind when he sees her.
She’s so nervous that she almost jumps out of her skin when the doorbell rings. Opening the door, she finds him leaning against the porch rail holding a paper bag with Chinese lettering stamped on it. He jolts straight up, standing erect like he’s been struck by lightening and almost dropping the bag when he sees what she’s wearing. “Holy mother of all…!”
She blushes. “Come in.” She motions to him. “You can put it on the counter.”
When she holds the door open, he purposely brushes against her as he passes, taking a long, shameless look at her breasts. Electricity crackles between them and moisture already starts to gather between her legs. Making his way to the kitchen, he places the bag on the counter. Turning, he finds her staring at his perfectly taut ass and pretending to be embarrassed that she got caught.
“How much do I owe you?” She tries to stay in character without giggling.
He buries his hand into his pocket and digs out the receipt. “$17.00”
“My wallet is right… there.” She points to where he’s standing. “I’ll get it for you.” Leaning back against the counter directly in front of it, he doesn’t move. She looks right into his eyes as she presses up against him. “Excuse me.” He exhales hard as she leans against his chest, pressing her breasts against him as she reaches for it.
When she has her wallet in hand, she takes a step back, fumbling as she opens it and looks through all different compartments. Suddenly she looks up at him and tucks her hair behind her ears. “I’m afraid I don’t have enough money.” She tips the wallet towards him so he can see that it’s empty. “I guess I forgot to go the bank machine.”
In the dim light of the kitchen, he notices her simper at her performance and tries to refrain from smiling. Surveying her body from head to toe, his gaze settles back at her breasts. Damn she looks sexy tonight and he needs to be inside her. He hopes to hell that he can restrain himself long enough to let her fantasy play out. If she feels like being a dirty girl who is he to deny her? “Well what are we going to do about that?” He stares at her pretending to be unimpressed. Moving towards her, his body tenses and his movements become somewhat threatening. Oh he’s very good at this game. She fights her instincts to take a step back, away from his overwhelming virility. The air around them is sexually charged and excitement surges through her body like it’s been infused directly into her veins.
“I could drop by the restaurant tomorrow with the money.” She offers as she drags her fingertips across his chest in a zigzag pattern. The muscles in his stomach tighten as she nears the waist band of his jeans.
He shakes his head NO, as his nostrils flare. She nervously lowers her eyes, watching him swell and grow as she runs her hand over him on the outside of his jeans, tracing its outline with her fingers and firmly rubbing her palm on the head of his cock.
Swallowing hard and enjoying the sensation, he almost forgets to talk. “No, stopping by tomorrow won’t work for me.” He blatantly stares right at her breasts as they tease him from underneath the thin sheer blouse. Need to get my hands on those. Putting her hands up against his chest, she stops his advances as he reaches to touch them.
“I don’t want you to take back the food. I haven’t eaten all day and I’m starving.” She looks at him with desperate eyes.
Raising his eyebrows, he peers down at her through eyes so full of sexy wickedness and promise. “I think we can come to an arrangement.” The irony is not lost on him. Grabbing her wrists, he removes her hands from his chest, freeing himself from their restriction, so he can bring his hand up to her breast. Rubbing it through her blouse, he kneads it roughly until her nipple goes hard in response. Moving his hand upwards towards her throat, he brushes the tips of his fingers across her skin until he gets to her mouth. She bites her lip in anticipation as he traces them with his index finger before gently pressing it between them and into her mouth. He closes his eyes and breathes in hard and deep as she closes her mouth around it and gently begins to suck.
When he slowly pulls his finger out of her mouth, she’s overcome with lust and an unexpected confidence. Putting both hands on his chest, she pushes him back forcefully until the counter stops him from moving any further. Keeping her gaze fixed on his, she unbuttons his jeans and then slides the zipper all the way down, getting a rush from taking complete control. Running her fingers around the waistband of his jeans, she makes his nerves twitch, and then slowly pries them off his hips until they fall to the floor. His underwear goes with them revealing his hardened enthusiasm. Reaching down she takes him in her hand and strokes him from tip to base squeezing it gently at the crown and then repeats her movements until she hears him let out a low raspy growl.
Kissing his neck and then across to his throat, she lifts the bottom of his t-shirt so she can trail tender kisses down the centre of his bare chest to his belly button and then all the way down. Slowly she kneels in front of him on the kitchen floor, looking up at him, wanting to be looking into his beautiful green eyes when she takes him in her mouth for the first time.
Without breaking eye contact, she holds him with both hands as she leans forward and licks the wide crown of his cock. Ethan leans back, his hips pushing forward as he holds onto the edge of the counter with both hands, groaning. His breathing becomes shallow and ragged, as his already rock hard erection thickens and expands. Stepping out of his jeans, he pushes them off to the side so his legs are unrestricted and by adjusting his stance, he gives her better access.
She leaves a warm wet trail with her tongue along the length of him while she works her way to the base and back up to the head. When she reaches the most sensitive spot, she teases him, licking in slow deliberate circles while she pumps him rhythmically with her hand. His abs stiffen and his thigh muscles begin to twitch as he moves his hips forward pushing himself towards her mouth. When his beautiful cock presses against her lips, she takes him in. “Fuck. Olivia…” He moans her name and she becomes wetter at the sound of it. Reaching down he puts his hand on her head and gently tries to push her towards him, forcing himself deeper into her mouth. She resists him, wanting to take her time since she’s sure there is no way that she can take it all. It really is a magnificent package and his length is daunting. The width equ
ally intimidating. No wonder she was so sore after he fucked her so thoroughly.
She’s absolute in her protest and he finally lets her go and runs his fingers through her hair allowing her to control the depth. When she’s ready, she loosens her grip and lets him slide further in her mouth. Moving her head back, she takes a breath and then slowly takes him in again. She sets a steady rhythm, controlling the movements and making him moan again. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Taking him as far as she can in her mouth, she holds what remains of the shaft in her hand, pumping and sucking at the same time. He rocks in a gentle rhythm, fucking her mouth, the sensation nearly driving him insane. Excitement coils deep inside her knowing that the pleasure pulsing through him is her doing. With her free hand, she reaches down between his legs and caresses his balls, squeezing and pulling gently on them. Lowering her mouth she trails her tongue over them and then gently takes them, one at a time, into her mouth. As she closes her mouth around them and teases him with gentle suction, she continues to stroke his rock hard cock with both hands.
He rewards her with a small burst of precum as she continues stroking and licking. She laps it up, sliding her tongue across the slit. When his balls become heavy and draw up, she runs her hands up the outside of his thighs and moves them behind him, firmly squeezing his ass. Pressing the palm of her hands on his clenched cheeks, she squeezes tightly and pulls him forward making him hit the furthest possible spot in her throat. It’s almost his undoing and she knows it. The muscles in his thighs strain and his ass tightens as he rocks back in and she does it again. His knuckles turn white on the edge of the counter “God. Olivia... stop or I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Leaning back, she lets him slide out of her mouth and land heavily in her hand. Licking it one last time, she makes sure she laps up every bit of precum. Looking down, he watches her lick along the length of his cock and moans his pleasure. “Christ… you were wrong this afternoon, baby.” Reaching down, he brushes his thumb along her jaw.
Getting to her feet, she runs her fingers under his t-shirt and drags them across the crisp damp hairs on his stomach making his entire body shudder. “About what?’
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