by Lulu Pratt
“Uh, Gavin, this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is my boss, Gavin.”
Olivia makes the awkward introduction but I stay rooted at the spot and silent.
Gavin nods at me wordlessly.
“Sorry again about the noise—”
I interrupt, irritated that she keeps apologizing to this dickhead.
“If it’s all right with you, Gavin, Olivia will be back first thing in the morning.”
He looks floored by my boldness but nods anyway. Then he turns and heads back into the house.
“Great, let’s go, baby,” I gently tug Olivia back to the car and open the passenger door.
Instinctively, I lean in to pull the seatbelt over her. I’m not sure why I always feel the need to do this, but I do.
As I fasten the restraint, she points out, “I don’t have any of my things or a change of clothes, Sebastian.”
Kissing her swiftly on the lips, I tell her, “Trust me, you won’t be needing them.”
***
In my hotel room, our limbs are tangled as we grope each other frantically. My hands are working furiously to undress her as my mouth devours her lips before moving down to sample her neck.
When she’s completely naked, I back her up against the dresser, which is waist level for her.
The longing clouding her eyes is nearly enough to make me come in my pants. She drives me insane.
“I’m going to fuck you hard against this dresser,” I promise darkly, my hands tangled in her thick hair.
Hungrily, I kiss her, pulling her flush against the front of my body.
“Sebastian, I need you,” she breathes urgently.
She doesn’t have to utter another word before I’m unfastening my belt buckle and pushing my pants down. Olivia pulls my shirt over my head to speed up the process.
Standing bared before her, my need to be inside of her intensifies tenfold.
“Turn around,” I demand hoarsely.
Without hesitation, she obeys me and braces her small hands against the edge of the dresser. My own hands reach out to grab her tiny waist, aggressively yanking her back to my engorged cock.
The head grazes her round ass, spreading pre-cum over her velvety skin.
Thrusting her hips backward, she tries to increase the friction.
Dropping one hand from her waist, I finger her slick opening, happy to find that she’s primed and ready for me.
“God, I missed you.” I pull my fingers free, reaching around to give Olivia a taste of her own arousal.
The intoxicating scent blankets the air around us, increasing my yearning.
Her hot tongue licks up every drop as she grinds into me again, anxious for me to take her.
I don’t keep her waiting long. Not that I would ever want to.
Positioning my dick at her glistening entrance, I slip inside with one hard thrust causing a pleasurable moan to leave Olivia’s lips.
Her snug walls constrict around my cock, holding me captive. I am her willing prisoner.
The dampness of her arousal surrounds my length, making my eyes roll back.
I’ve never once worn a condom with her and I don’t think I could ever start. I’m addicted to the way her pussy feels when I’m buried deep inside, her tight body yielding to every vicious thrust.
“Yes,” she draws out the word. “You feel so good, Sebastian. Please fuck me.”
That’s all I need to hear.
Greedily, I start moving inside of her, my strokes powerful. My pelvis smacks against the supple flesh of her ass, the noise mingling with the sound of Olivia’s lustful moans.
Passion overpowers me as I fuck her hard and fast, torrents of pleasure propelling me forward.
If I’m not careful, I’ll be coming in seconds.
Gradually slowing my thrusts, I shudder as desire runs rampant through my body and travels up my sweat slicked spine.
“I’m addicted to you, Olivia.”
Insatiable, I will never get enough of her.
Hands groping her round ass cheeks, I drop my gaze and watch as her pussy coats my length in a flood of her sweet juices.
Suddenly she stills and her hands flail behind her madly, trying to bring me closer as she begins shaking uncontrollably.
“You’re coming for me, aren’t you, baby?” I ask while she slumps forward with a barely audible whimper, succumbing to the mounting pleasure wracking her small frame.
“That’s right baby. Come all over my cock. I want it all,” I egg her on.
Reclaiming my previous pace, I slam into her as she continues to shudder and gasp for air.
Gathering a handful of her hair, I tug slightly as my own release starts crashing into me.
Unable to restrain myself, I shout her name as my hips thrust into her fervently. She’s stretched to the limit as my cock surges ready to explode inside of her.
Seconds later, I’m slumped against her back riding out the final waves of my climax.
“Kiss me,” I demand once we both catch our breath.
I take a step back and allow my softening erection to slip out of her so that she can turn and oblige me.
When Olivia turns around, her green eyes are hazy with complete satisfaction and nothing pleases me more than knowing I’m the one who put that look on her face.
Kissing me hard, Olivia fondles my cock. Her palm grips me firmly, her fingers smearing the sticky residue of our mixed arousal.
“That was amazing,” she pauses to kiss me. “But this time I want to ride you.”
In a matter of seconds, I’m hard again.
“I think we can make that happen.”
Her smile is inviting as she walks over to the chair in the corner of the suite and waits for me to join her.
I think I might love this woman.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SEBASTIAN DOWNS
“So tell me about this dickhead boss of yours,” I request, winding a loose strand of Olivia’s hair around my finger as she lays on my chest.
“Gavin’s not so bad,” she defends him. “He’s just been really on edge since I got back. His dad didn’t do too well while I was gone and I feel really guilty about that.”
“Olivia,” I release a frustrated breath. “When are you going to realize you’re too forgiving? He’s a dick and I got that from a two-minute interaction.”
“I’m sure it’ll blow over soon. He’s upset, that’s all.”
“What the hell for?” My anger is rising by the second. I hated the way he had interrupted us like she owed him an explanation. “Are you supposed to apologize for taking a vacation?”
“It’s complicated,” Olivia claims, sitting up and depriving me of the warmth of her body. “Can we change the subject?”
The frown marring her features is a foreign sight for me and I want nothing more than to erase it, so I oblige her.
“How long are you in town?” she wants to know, her eyes scanning the suite I’d reserved at the last minute. I watch as her eyes land on each piece of furniture before refocusing on my face.
“Just for tonight. I have to go in a couple hours, actually.”
Olivia’s eyes double in size before she speaks again.
“So you flew across the country for a few hours of sex? Wow, that’s an expensive booty call,” she murmurs, whistling through her teeth.
Even though I know she’s kidding, the comment rubs me the wrong way.
“Don’t ever refer to yourself as a booty call in my presence. Do you understand?” My tone is a lot colder than I intend and she clams up immediately.
Softening my approach, I reach out to grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger.
Eyes cast down, Olivia avoids my gaze for as long as she can before looking up. “Listen to me. I don’t know why you’re so hesitant to call this what it is, but I’m all in, baby. You are more than casual sex, Olivia. You are everything. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, you’re never too far from my thoughts. This isn’t something I’m doing fo
r the hell of it or until I get bored. I want us for the long haul and I’m not going to stop showing you that, no matter how hard you fight it.”
Green eyes shining and a ghost of a smile on her lips, she looks at me as if she doesn’t believe a word I’ve said. But she nods eventually and I guess that’s all I can ask for in the moment.
I’m not sure who destroyed her trust in the past but it’s infuriating to watch her downplay her role in my life because of it. Given the chance, I’d strangle the asshole who broke her heart.
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” Olivia pouts. She pokes out her bottom lip and everything. She’s fucking adorable.
“You could always come with me,” I tell her with a smirk.
I already know the answer but I have to give a shot.
Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?
***
Back in the air, I run an exhausted hand through my hair as my phone vibrates nonstop against my leg.
Aware that I have to face the music at some point, my eyes scan through a long list of missed calls and message notifications. One name in particular catches my eye as my thumb lazily flicks the screen and I scroll back up to see it.
Maya Levi.
The ex who dumped me because a wealthier NBA star had suddenly become available. We had a brief fling last spring so, needless to say, I wasn’t too heartbroken when she decided to break things off.
What we shared was purely physical and superficial. I provided the expensive handbags and she provided a late night pick-me-up to alleviate the stress of my day. It had been fun but as I said, I wasn’t crushed when she dropped me like a bad habit.
It’s still weird that she’s randomly contacting me.
What the hell does she want?
The answer to that question sure as hell isn’t something I’m going to focus my energy on tonight. She no longer has any priority in my life and I don’t understand why she would even attempt to reconnect after months of radio silence.
Besides, I’m still floating after my time with Olivia. There’s no way I’m going to fuck up this feeling by reaching out to someone from my past.
A smile takes over my face when I finally resume scrolling and glimpse a voicemail from my mom.
“Sebastian, this is your mother,” she introduces herself cheerfully, still not privy to the wonders of modern technology and caller ID.
Chuckling softly, I listen as she carries on.
“Your picture popped up when I was checking my email this afternoon and you were with this beautiful blonde young lady. The caption called her your new girlfriend. Now, I know you tell me not to believe what I see online, but is that true? She’s cute, Sebastian. You know, she reminds me an awfully lot of that Olivia girl you use to crush on in high school. You were smitten with that girl,” she laughs at the memory. “I remember you even cut out her yearbook picture and — ah, well you remember how this story goes. Anyway, I just wanted to touch base. Hope to hear from you soon, sweetie. Sure do hope to get a visit one of these days, Mr. Big Shot,” she finishes jokingly.
As the playback ends, I press “save” with a shake of my head.
That woman can talk. Especially when it comes to my personal life. She knows no bounds.
It’s so typical that she would miss the major news headlines which clearly named Olivia as the winner of the sweepstakes. But instead, she’d picked right up on something petty a gossip rag had no doubt posted online as clickbait.
Though I love the lady dearly I’m not calling her back to discuss this over the phone. It’ll just have to wait for the visit I have planned on Sunday.
Despite my Tennessee roots, I don’t visit often because my mother moved to California years ago. One of my first big purchases had been her house in Calabasas. After my father passed suddenly from a heart attack, she saw no reason to remain in Tennessee so far from her only child.
Relaxing into my chair, I settle in for the long flight. Thoughts of Olivia and my mom dance around in my head.
If I play my cards right, I’ll be bringing Olivia home to meet my mom sooner than later.
That’s my final thought before sleep claims me.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
OLIVIA KING
A week has passed since Sebastian’s surprise visit and I still can’t wipe the dreamy smirk off my face.
Because it was so brief, it feels like something I dreamed up in my overactive imagination.
I still can’t believe he’d dropped everything only to be with me for a few hours. No one has ever made a gesture quite that big for me before. Not that I usually date men wealthy enough to pull such a stunt. But still, you catch my drift. It’s the thought behind it that counts which is why I can’t stop grinning like a fool.
Currently, I’m in the kitchen cleaning up Arnold’s breakfast. We’re going to do some exercises together once I finish tidying. It’s a part of our morning routine.
“Your smile is pretty bright considering it’s not even seven,” a male voice calls from the entrance of the room.
I know it’s Gavin so I don’t even bother looking up. Gathering plates and a glass from the table, I mosey over to the sink and throw a greeting over my shoulder.
“Hi, Gavin. How are you this morning?” I ask politely.
It’s a Saturday so he has the day off. His mood has improved only marginally since our tense encounter and Sebastian’s pop-up visit last week hadn’t helped at all.
“When you’re done in here, come to my office. We need to have a word.”
Frowning, I turn to face him now.
“What about your father’s exercises? You know I like to maintain a routine.”
Gavin shrugs flippantly. “The exercises can wait. I’ll be expecting you,” he says turning to leave.
Somewhat peeved, I place the dishes into the dishwasher and wipe down the table and countertops. After popping my head into the living room to tell Arnold I’m coming shortly, I journey to the back of the house to meet Gavin as he requested.
“Have a seat, Olivia,” he commands with his gaze focused on the chair across from him.
“What’s going on, Gavin?”
Eyes trained on me, he starts speaking.
“I wanted to tell you how much my father and I love having you here.”
Praise? From him? Given the last month or so, I definitely hadn’t been expecting that.
“I love being here. You know I have a soft spot for Arnold and I enjoy taking care of him,” I tell him.
“Yeah,” he nods slowly before looking at me.
What is this about? I can’t stop the suspicious thoughts flitting through my head because something about this just feels off.
“You’re pretty special,” he remarks, meeting my eyes. Something in his look sets off my internal alarm bells.
Standing, I try to bow out gracefully, “If it’s all right with you, it’s time for your father’s exercises and I hate to keep him waiting long.”
“Not so fast,” he says practically sprinting around his desk to stand next to me. “There’s something else I wanted to discuss.”
I gulp audibly, afraid of what it will be.
“Such as?”
Please don’t be a creep, please don’t be a creep.
Chanting that repeatedly in my head doesn’t change the wary feeling rising in my gut.
“Watching you with my father has made me realize just how special you are. To the both of us,” he says significantly.
No, no, no.
“It’s no secret that you’re attractive but your patience and kindness with him makes me crave you even more.”
He did NOT just say that!
“Gavin, please don’t do this.”
“It’s time you know how I feel.” He leans in to me. “I want you, Olivia.”
Taking two steps back, my head is shaking furiously. “I have to go, Gavin.”
In the blink of an eye, his back is flush against the door blocking my escape.
“No. You
don’t.”
A chill runs up my spine at his sinister tone.
“Let me out of here right now, Gavin.” My voice is shaking, but only because I’m pissed.
“What? You don’t want me because I’m not a billionaire like that dick who showed up in the middle of the night?”
“Gavin, move out of my way.”
His other words aren’t even worth a response.
“No,” he taunts, reaching out to grab my wrist. “I want my turn with you.”
Sick to my stomach, I try to yank my arm from his grasp but he only tightens his hold.
“Gavin, don’t do this. Don’t be this guy,” I warn, still wriggling my wrist and trying to get free of his tight hold.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Olivia. Initially, I was okay watching you from a distance because it was best for my father’s care if things didn’t get too messy between us. However, now I want more. The thought of you with anyone else makes my blood boil and I want you to myself,” he says possessively, pulling me in closer to him.
“Let me go,” I demand hotly. Anger is the only emotion I feel right now and it’s tinting my vision with streaks of red.
“No,” he laughs darkly. “I told you, I want my turn.”
When Gavin dips his head to kiss me, I lose it.
With a swift kick to his groin and a right hook to his jaw with my free hand, I disentangle myself as he falls to the floor.
Seizing the freedom in the moment, I pull the door open and take off down the hallway to my room.
Pulse pounding in my ears, my fingers grab my phone from the nightstand. With shaky fingers, I key in the passcode just as Gavin appears in the doorway.
“Come near me and I swear to God, I’m calling the cops.”
“You think you’re so smart,” he leers, watching me from his post at the door.
“Gavin, why are you doing this? Don’t you care about your father? That’s the only reason I’m here and I thought I made that crystal clear.”
Gavin tilts his head at my statement before shaking it.
“Things change, Olivia. The same way you swore up and down you were single when I hired you. And now you’re suddenly flying to exotic islands for vacations and sneaking off in the middle of the night to fuck some guy. I decided that I want my turn, too. I’ve been patient enough,” he snarls at me.