by Ella Miles
One of the men whom she’s holding out her hand to, who is still standing completely naked and covered in sweat—among other things—says with a grin, “I don’t think you want to shake my hand right now.”
She retracts her hand. “You’re probably right,” she says, wincing. “It was nice to meet you all,” she says, sitting back down after picking up her chair.
I can’t help but laugh at her just a little.
She playfully punches me in the arm. “Stop laughing. You have to admit, I handled that pretty well, and I don’t think I’m ever going to come across a situation like this ever again in my life.”
I keep laughing because I can’t help it until she gives me a serious look. I stop it as the next few actors come into the room.
The process repeats over and over again, but every time, I look to see if it still affects her. And, every time, her heart still races in her chest, and her blood still pumps quickly throughout her body, letting me know that, despite her cool exterior, the auditions are driving her wild.
The last actors finally leave, and then I ask, “So, who would you pick?”
She digs through the headshots and places the third group out on the table.
“This group. But, if I’m allowed to exchange some actors from different groups, then I’d replace this guy with this guy from the first group,” she says, pointing to the various headshots.
I nod, entirely agreeing with her.
“Did I pass? Do I get the job?” she asks, crossing her arms and leaning back in the chair.
I scrunch my lips together, pretending to think about it for a couple of minutes, watching her frown, which in turn makes me laugh. “Yes, the job is yours. You’re the only one I trust to be me when I’m gone.”
She jumps up and throws her arms around me. She firmly kisses me on the lips, surprising us both.
“What was that for?” I ask when she slowly pulls away.
“Sorry. I guess watching people have sex all afternoon has made me a bit horny,” she says, blushing for the first time all afternoon.
I laugh and then kiss her again, more than happy to remedy the situation.
My phone buzzes in my pocket for about the dozenth time this afternoon. I reluctantly pull it out and see text message after text message from Frank and the other employees back at Jamie’s real estate company.
I sigh. “I think we’d better get back sooner rather than later. It seems the company is falling apart without us there.”
Olive frowns.
“Don’t worry; this time, we can actually fuck on the plane.”
Her eyes light up at that thought. Then, she reaches over into her purse that is sitting on the floor next to her and pulls out a DVD with me and two women on the front, half-naked.
“And maybe we can watch this?” she says with a goofy grin on her face.
I laugh. And I nod.
I can’t believe she did that. I think it’s her way of showing me that she accepts me, no matter what I’ve done or what I still do for a living. And I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted a woman more.
18
Olive
We barely make it back onto Sean’s private jet before our lips lock, our hands clinging to each other without a thought of letting go.
“Mr. Burrows, you need to take a seat for us to take off,” a man, who I assume is our captain, says.
Sean moves us further onto the plane.
“We’ll be in a seat in the back,” Sean says between kisses.
He starts pulling me down through the aisle of the plane. His hands travel over my body while his lips stay glued to mine.
I’m not sure if the captain is going to allow us to sit in the back. I’m sure he knows that we won’t be sitting in the bedroom. But he doesn’t say anything to us. I guess, when you own your own jet, it doesn’t really matter if you follow all the rules.
And, right now, I want to break all the rules. Every. Single. One.
I want to feel things I have never felt before. Do things I have never done before.
I want to know what it is really like to be loved by a man who truly loves me. I’m just not sure if Sean is the man I will get to experience real love with. But I do know that I get to experience the best sex of my life with him.
Sean pulls me into the bedroom and slams the door shut behind us.
“I want it dirty. Show me how dirty and rough you can be, just like in the videos you make,” I say.
Sean stops kissing me long enough to cock his head to one side with a look I haven’t seen before. “I don’t think you understand how dirty it can really get.”
I grin. “I think I’ve seen plenty dirty so far. But I want more.”
Sean kisses me hard. “Tell me what you want, Olive.”
I bite my lip as I think about what I want. “Tie me up, spank me, talk dirty to me. I want everything.”
Sean’s eyes intensify.
“Show me how to fuck like a porn star,” I say.
He grabs my arm and forces it behind my back, and then he pulls the other one behind my back as well. “You like it rough, you’ll get it rough, baby,” Sean says.
He ties my hands together behind my back with rope that I have no idea where he got it from.
“I knew you would want it rough, so I brought some things with me,” Sean whispers into my ear, answering my unspoken question.
He spins me around to face him and then rips my shirt open, exposing my lace bra that I found packed in my suitcase, which one of Sean’s staff must have bought for me. It’s more expensive than anything I own, and it makes my breasts look amazing. From Sean’s gaze, I think he agrees.
But then he rips the thin material holding my bra in place. “My dirty girl thinks she needs to wear lace to impress me, but I’d rather just have you naked.”
I suck in a breath as his tongue travels down my body and then over my breasts, teasing me in a way that only he can.
“I need you,” I say. But I don’t know what I need. All I know is that I need more. I’m consumed by need for him, and I’m not sure that I will ever get enough.
He rips my pants off my body and then throws me on the bed. I’ve never been so turned on as I am right now. The excitement of not knowing how far he is going to take it, how dirty it is going to get, is driving me mad with need.
I feel his palm hit against my bare ass, and I scream from the shock. Then, I realize that we are on a plane that, albeit is huge, is not huge enough to hide my screams.
Sean grins. “You can scream, baby. This room is just as soundproof as any of my bedrooms.”
His hand hits my ass again, and I scream again. The pain is more than I expected, especially since I can’t move. My hands are tied behind my back, my face is smushed into the bed, and my ass is up in the air.
He hits me again, and I cry out, but as much as I don’t want to admit it, being controlled like this turns me on even more.
“You like it like this. Dirty, filthy,” Sean says.
I pant. “Yes.”
I feel the sting on my ass again.
Then, he says, “I want to fuck your ass. I want you to feel what it’s really like to feel dirty. I want to claim every last bit of you.”
I suck in a breath. Liking and hating that thought at the same time.
I feel his cock already pushing at my ass, begging to enter.
I feel him tug on my hair, pulling my head up as he kisses down my neck.
“Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”
He kisses my neck as his hand finds my pussy. His fingers rub over me until his hands are soaked with my wetness. His fingers move the wetness from my pussy to my ass. He gently slides his finger in my ass, and I moan as he stretches me.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” I say, barely able to get the words out because it feels so good.
He slaps my ass again just as his cock replaces his fingers.
I forgot how large he was until he pushed inside my ass.
; He slaps me again as he thrusts inside me.
I scream, “Fuck, Sean.”
He kisses my lips. “That’s my dirty girl.”
I nod, loving being his dirty girl. If only I were really his. If this is how he fucks me now, I would love to know what it would be like for him to fuck me when and if he actually made me his.
But thoughts like that easily leave my mind when he fucks me harder. Pounding into me until I can’t take it any longer.
I come as he fills my ass with his own cum.
He cuts the rope off my wrists and then wraps his arms around me as he sweetly kisses my neck.
I suck in a breath, letting the emotions I feel run through me.
“I lo—” I begin but then stop myself.
“Hmm?” Sean says, barely awake.
I shake my head as I continue to breathe heavily. “I think I like being your dirty girl.”
He softly kisses me on the lips and pulls me tighter to him. I know, within seconds, we are both going to be sound asleep.
But I can’t help but think that I could love him. I might even already be in love with him.
I just need to stop loving him. He’s my boss, and he’s made it perfectly clear that he is in love with Jamie, not me.
This was a last fling, and I just got carried away. I don’t love him.
19
Sean
I could hear it in Olive’s voice. She has something else she wants to tell me, but she’s hiding it from me. So, while she thinks I’m sleeping, I’m doing anything but. Instead, I’m reliving every last second, trying to figure out what she could be hiding and wondering if it’s the same thing that I’m hiding.
Olive’s eyes flutter open, and then a slow grin creeps up her face.
“I love naked naps with you,” she says, her cheeks bright and flushed with warmth from her nap.
I stroke a piece of hair out of the way of her face as I continue to hold her in my arms.
She smiles brighter and stretches her arms above her head before snuggling her head against my chest again. “How much longer is left in our flight? I need to know when I should start getting dressed again, so it doesn’t look like we just fucked the whole flight.”
“Half an hour,” I say.
“Oh. I should get up then and start looking presentable,” she says, moving out of my arms to go get dressed.
I grab her arm and pull her back into bed.
She giggles. “Fine. I guess we can fuck one last time. But we have to make it quick.” She moves to kiss me but stops short when she sees the look in my eyes. “What is it?” she asks.
I take a deep breath as I tuck her messy brown hair behind her ear again. “I think I might just fall in love with you if given the chance.”
She sucks in a breath and then stops breathing altogether.
“Say something,” I say, needing to know how she feels.
But she doesn’t. She doesn’t even breathe.
“Olive, say something. Anything.”
She doesn’t.
I grab her cheeks, pulling her face toward mine, and kiss her, sweeping my tongue into her mouth.
When I pull away, she finally breathes again, coming to after I kissed her.
“Say something.”
“I…” She grins.
I cock my head as I wait, second after second, for her to finish her sentence. My heart beats fast as I wait the unbearable seconds.
“I think I already love you.”
My lips crash down on hers as my hands cling to her body. Now, I need to fuck her again.
She laughs. “Wait…I love you, and it’s clear you love me even if you won’t fully admit it yet. But what does that mean? How will this work? We work together. You’re still in love with…” But she doesn’t finish her sentence.
I grab her chin and look her square in the eye. “I’m in love with you.”
Her eyes flitter back and forth between mine, trying to find the truth. But I’m not hiding anything. I’m telling her the truth.
When she’s satisfied, she says, “And what about at work? The realtors aren’t going to be happy with us dating and my promotion.”
I nod. “They don’t have to know that we are dating.”
She narrows her eyes. “How? I can’t keep a secret from the company for more than a couple of hours. I’m sure they have already figured out that I broke up with Owen, and they probably already know that I’m here with you, that we are together. We can’t hide it from them.”
“They have probably figured out that you broke up with Owen. But, as far as they know, you and I still hate each other. And I’ll just say, I brought you here for training, which is the truth.”
She nods, but I don’t think I’ve convinced her.
“We will go to work and pretend to hate each other, as always. Then, at night, we will be free to do as we please. I can take you on fancy dates. Do more unthinkable things to your body.”
Her breathing slows again.
“It will be fun, sneaking around the office, trying not to get caught,” I whisper into her ear.
She bites her lip, and I know I have her.
“Now, come here, and let me fuck you before we land.”
She squeals as I grab her.
Olive is mine.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask Floyd as I get back to the office.
Olive walks into the office past me and straight to her desk, practically ignoring me.
She’s good, I think.
“We lost the Margo account. They were our biggest client. We helped them find properties for their businesses and homes all over the world,” Floyd says.
“How in the world did that happen?” I ask, not understanding how, in less than twenty-four hours, everything has fallen apart so horribly.
Floyd looks down. “We missed a few deadlines and weren’t able to find them what they were looking for. They were already on thin ice before when we couldn’t negotiate a lower price for a restaurant they opened last month.”
I run my hand through my hair, not ready to deal with this now.
“You’re fired,” I tell Floyd.
“What? You can’t do that! I’m the best realtor you have,” Floyd says.
I shake my head. “No. You used to be the best realtor until you lost the most important account we had. Honestly, the only account that mattered since they made up almost sixty percent of our profit each year.”
Floyd still stands there, stunned.
But I don’t have time to deal with him. I brush past him and head straight toward my office, walking past Olive’s desk.
“Olive, I need to see you. Now,” I say with an angry voice.
I feel everyone’s eyes on us as Olive stands up and follows me into my office. I glance behind Olive to see the employees looking on with fear instead of suspicion over Olive and me.
This is going to be too easy.
Olive shuts the door. “We lost the Margo account? We have to fix this! If Jamie finds out, it’s going to destroy her. She’s worked too hard for this company to lose everything in a few days,” she says.
I nod. “I’m going to go speak with the CEO of Margo Enterprises in person and see if I can get things straightened out. I need you to keep everything running smoothly here for the rest of our accounts. We can’t afford to lose anyone else.”
I start gathering my things to leave. “What are you doing? Get to work!” I shout, letting my anger get the best of me.
Olive folds her arms across her chest and raises an eyebrow at me.
“I’m sorry. Olive, can you please get to work and help me straighten everything out? I don’t want to ruin Jamie’s company any more than you do.”
She grins.
I cock my head to one side. “What?”
“I just never thought I’d hear you say I’m sorry.”
I roll my eyes. “I guess there is a first time for everything.”
“I’ll help you…under one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You kiss me first. And promise to come to my apartment after work tonight.”
I grin. “I’ll do everything I can to get to your bed as quickly as I can.”
Her eyes light up.
I walk over to her, take her in my arms, and kiss her with everything I have. I forget about how much I’m screwing up by letting down one of my closest friends by basically ruining her company. I just kiss Olive until we hear a knock at the door.
I quickly let go of Olive and walk to the door while Olive stands, frozen.
“Yes?” I snap as I open the door.
“Here are my keys to the properties I was selling. I hope the whole company goes down in flames,” Floyd says, throwing his keys at me.
He turns and leaves. Olive pushes past me and walks out after him.
She’s mad at me. I can tell.
For firing Floyd? For yelling at her?
I’m not sure. I run my hand through my hair again and then rub my neck. I don’t have time to figure it out now. I have a company to save.
I flash her a we-will-talk-later-and-we-are-still-on-for-fucking-at-your-place-tonight look as I walk by her desk, but she doesn’t even glance up at me. Working with Olive is going to be harder than I thought.
20
Olive
Sean never made it to my apartment last night. He stayed at Margo’s hotel, speaking with her employees most of the night, working out a new contract with them.
But he did call to apologize. Twice.
And I’m beginning to love hearing him apologize.
I can’t wait to get into work today. Because it means that I will get to see Sean again. And, hopefully, now that the Margo account has been settled, we can get back into a normal swing of work, which will involve lots of sneaking around in his office to have sex.
So, I jump out of bed thirty minutes before my alarm even goes off, far too excited to get into work today. I jump in and out of the shower even faster. I throw on some clothes, but when it comes to doing my hair and makeup, I take a little more time then usual.