Full Disclosure (No Secrets Book 1)

by Julie Olsen

I chewed my lip, unhappy with myself at the sympathetic feelings welling in my chest for her.

  “I’m not heartless, Olivia. She asked for my help, and I gave it to her. She’d gone to culinary school and had had a promising career as a chef at an upscale establishment in Vegas before her circumstances forced her to give it all up. I was in a position to do something, so I bought Mirabella’s and set her up as executive chef. I see her occasionally, specifically so her son has a male influence in his formative years. But Olivia, that’s all there is to it.”

  I was breathing heavily as I stared at him. He didn’t touch me even though he could do so merely by unfurling his fists and extending his fingers. His pale green eyes pierced through my insecurities like a hot knife through butter. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and a little of the stiffness left me.

  I wanted information. I got it in spades.

  “So you were romantically involved?”

  “Ten years ago, Olivia.”

  “But she’s still hung up on you. How would you like it if you knew an old flame still wanted…” I trailed off, but the damage was done. Not only did an old flame want me, he’d had me, against my will. And he was still out there, possibly just waiting for his chance to do it again.

  He narrowed his eyes. “First of all, there is no comparison between Bella and Travis,” he said gruffly. He took a calming breath and his expression softened. “But I know how I’d feel if the situation was reversed. I will speak to her.”

  I bit my lip. “I’d rather you email her.”

  He tried and failed to withhold a smile. “How about smoke signals? Will that meet with your requirements, my lady?”

  I started to smile at his playfulness, then caught myself. “Don’t laugh at me.” But it was too late. A giggle slipped out, and then I noticed his eyes, dark and predatory, and before I could make the proper escape maneuvers he was on me.

  “Damien,” I shrieked, giggling helplessly as he pressed me down into the cushions. His mouth angled over mine, lips warm and seeking. My laughs were quickly stifled as his tongue slid into my mouth, velvety soft and tasting of clam sauce and Damien. It was a heady combination.

  He tugged at the hem of my silver silk baby-doll teddy. “You can’t wear things like this and expect me to be a gentleman,” he growled against my lips. “It’s taken every ounce of willpower I have to refrain from having my wicked way with you.” His hands glided over my torso and then he rose above me to gaze hotly as his hands roamed over my silk-clad body.

  “But baby, I am merely a man.”

  His fingertips teased my puckering nipples, alternately pinching, pulling and soothing before he bent his head to the fabric and drew a needy tip deep into his mouth. My body arched, my skin aflame as I held his head roughly against me. His hands kneaded my breasts as he suckled, plumping them against his lips and making me cry out with shameless pleasure.

  I was suddenly lifted, his mouth still feverishly working my nipple, and found myself straddling him. My hands clutched his hair and pulled, and he groaned as I gave him a fraction of the sweet sensation he was inflicting on my nipples. Moving my panties aside, his fingers slipped through my folds, sliding easily through the slickness.

  “You’re dripping wet and ready for me.” His fingers moved to my entrance, and he teasingly pushed one inside a scant inch. “But I want you to ask me for it.”

  I rocked my hips, trying to take his finger deeper and moaning when he cupped my mound. He kissed me, his tongue stroking into my mouth in time to his teasing finger, and then his wet tongue trailed downward, delving deeply and lushly into the valley of my throat.

  “I’m addicted to your taste. You’re like a drug. My drug,” he murmured against my throat, his tongue probing and sucking in a luscious rhythm.

  My hips thrashed against his fingers, desperate for penetration.

  “Damien, please,” I heaved between shallow breaths. His fingers continued to assault my sensitive flesh, his thumb moving in circular patterns around my clitoris until I was nearly mindless with need.

  “I need to taste you.” He groaned and in one fluid motion I was propelled over him. His tongue lapped at my entrance, dipping inside before gliding languorously upward in sensuous strokes. My hips ground down shamelessly against his torturing lips, my throbbing tissues alive and so greedy.

  “Ahh,” I sobbed. “Oh God, it’s so good.”

  His hands moved to grasp my hips, controlling my wild thrusts and allowing him complete access to my trembling sex. I might have been on top, but it was Damien who was in charge, and that realization shot hot bolts of lust through me. I was on full display, my most private parts spread out for him to do with as he wished.

  Raw need trumped any embarrassment I may have had, spurring a loud primal groan from me that only coaxed him to lick me with even more intensity. In some corner of my sex-drunk brain, I realized he wouldn’t quit until he had broken down every last inhibition I possessed, no matter how long it took. The clarity of the moment pushed me over the edge and I exploded above him, crying out his name in incoherent moans even as he pulled my body down over his.

  “I can’t wait any longer. Ask me, baby,” he said roughly against my lips. His mouth tasted salty and sweet and I sucked his tongue into my mouth to taste more of that aphrodisiac. My thighs trembled from the effects of my orgasm, but I clumsily aligned myself with his hard cock and grinded against him, blind need making me claw at his pajama pants.

  “Now, Damien. Oh God. Fuck me now.”

  The words came as easily as if I had said them all my life, instead of only the second time ever. He flipped us over, and I pushed his T-shirt up as far as I could before feeling the hot steel of his erection slam into me.

  I gasped, overcome by the fullness and sublime pleasure of his body entering mine. He didn’t slow to revel in his possession, but pounded into me again, stretching me as he buried himself to the hilt. One hand encircled my breast and I arched into his mouth, needing to feel another part of me submitting to the rush of sensation that only he could give.

  My nails clawed the muscles of his back as he pounded into me, his pelvis grinding against my clit on each punishing thrust. His chest rubbed against mine, the friction of his skin and pebbled nipples against mine making me writhe against him.

  He adjusted his position so that he was looking down at me, his cock stroking a different part inside until my hips rocked against his in an unchained rhythm. Grasping my leg, he silently drew it straight and then gently swung it over until it rested against his upper body, my ankle against his shoulder. His thrusts showed down, teasing me as he pulled all the way out and swirled the head of his cock through my soaking folds before slowly sliding back inside.

  I whimpered and desperately bucked against him, but he stilled my frantic movements, controlling the tempo even as I sank my nails into his ass and vainly yanked at his hips.

  “You want it harder, Olivia?” he growled. “Faster? You want me to fuck you hard, like I know you want it? Tell me, baby.”

  I closed my eyes and moaned, my head rolling back and forth on the leather cushion.

  “You know I’m going to give you what you need. Look at me, baby. Let me see your eyes when you come for me.”

  With an effort I dragged my eyes open and stared at the gorgeous man above. The skin of his face was stretched and the veins on his neck stood out as he strained over me.

  “That’s right. Eyes on mine,” he ordered, lifting my other leg to mirror its sister against his chest. I stared at him, my legs straight as they lay against his chest, this position the most vulnerable I had ever been in.

  He pulled out slowly, never taking his eyes off mine. The level of intimacy was almost too much to sustain, and I fought to keep my eyes open as he slowly plunged back inside. Reaching down, he trailed his thumb over my lips and then slid inside my mouth. Picking up the same rhythm, I sucked his thumb as he fucked my mouth with it, all the while continuing hi
s agonizingly slow movements in and out, in and out.

  Removing his thumb, he traced its wetness over my chin and down my center, through the valley of my throat, between my breasts, down my stomach. I knew where he was headed, my breath coming in short pants and my eyes never leaving his. My entire core was so tightly wound I felt a sweet sort of pain and mewled in anticipation of what I knew was going to be an explosive orgasm.

  “Harder,” I whined as he reached my clit and pushed his thumb against it hard while his other arm came around to hold my legs steady as he powered into me. A feeble cry escaped me as I erupted, pleasure snaking out from my center in waves, my head rolling back as everything turned to white clouds and weightlessness and bliss.

  He stopped on a curse, then began hammering into my still pulsating vagina and forcing my wide eyes back to his.

  “Oh fuck, I can feel you coming. Shit.” He thrust a few more times, and I watched as he unraveled above me, his face contorted in pleasure, his eyes never leaving mine as he held himself deeply inside me.

  We gazed at one another for long moments, my legs propped up before me and Damien braced against them. It should probably have been painful, this explicitly stretched position, but I felt like I could stay like this forever.

  Damien regained use of his faculties before me, and leaning back, he gently swung my legs down so that he was kneeling between them. He ran his hands down, massaging my stretched muscles, and then leaned in and kissed each of my knees.

  “Hold still, I’ll be right back.”

  Without warning, he balanced his weight on his arms and vaulted over the back of the couch. I sat up on my elbows, turning my head to watch as he shook his pajama pants off his feet and then walked in the direction of the kitchen. His naked back and ass were so muscular and yummy I could barely stop myself from vaulting off the couch myself just to admire the view.

  When I couldn’t crane my neck any more without popping a vertebra, I directed my gaze toward the windows immediately in front of the couch, sending out a small message of thanks that their tint prevented my starring role on YouTube.

  The city lights twinkled below, their uniformity broken in the distance by the dark, colorless shape of Forest Park, standing alone like an oasis in a sea of glittering urban motion. It was so strange to imagine the frenetic traffic and commerce, light and sound that existed just outside the window. Here in Damien’s home it was the epitome of peace and quiet.

  Could Travis really be out there, watching and waiting?

  He returned, and I yanked myself from my wandering and depressing thoughts. He carried a box of tissues, a wash cloth, and a spray bottle of some type of cleaner. I caught his eye and he smiled wickedly.

  “You see? I clean up your messes just like I said I would.”

  “My messes?” This time I did sit up straight, and my silk lingerie fell down to cover my upper half, drawing my eyes to the leather cushion beneath me. Embarrassment apparently wasn’t the only thing that seeped out of me.

  He chuckled at my horrified expression and taking a few tissues, he wiped at the moisture between my legs. “You first, then I’ll tackle the couch.”

  I groaned and leaned back while he worked. “Olivia, I have to tell you, you are a very messy girl. Very messy,” he repeated for emphasis, and I reached out and shoved him. He laughed, particularly since my shove didn’t even budge him, leading me further into humiliation.

  My eyes were drawn to his throat and chest, and then of their own volition they moved down further. Even when he teased me, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His cock was flaccid and dark against the gold skin of his leg. This was the first time I had seen him when he wasn’t sporting a raging hard-on. As I studied its shape, my mind clouding with certain elicit thoughts of what he did with it, he chuckled, the sound low and knowing. Drat. Caught with the cookies again.

  “Admiring the goods as I clean up your messes. Really, Olivia, if you want to see my cock, you need only ask. It’s yours now.”

  I was nonplused. He always did this, his blunt and forward teasing mixed with blunt and forward promises. A little flutter of happiness swelled in my chest. I liked his words too much to take offense, so I might as well play along.

  “We both know you share in the mess, Big Boy,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “And where did you pick up such agile moves. Are you really Jason Bourne in disguise?”

  He winked at me, and I pushed myself away so he could clean the cushion. “I got moves, baby. But no espionage or intrigue, sorry to disappoint.”

  “Maybe you should come climb the rock wall some time. I’ll bet you’d be a natural.”

  “I will take you up on that. You offering to instruct me? I might need some hands-on guidance.” He rose and retreated to the kitchen with the tissues and cleanser. I followed him, slinging his pajama pants over my shoulder and bringing the remains of dinner with me.

  I imagined looking down on him as he reached for a handhold, muscles straining and a wicked smile on his beautiful face.

  “Depends. Can you follow directions?”

  “Explicitly,” he grinned.

  I pressed my lips together to prevent my answering grin, trying my best to remain aloof. He was naked in his kitchen, and I wasn’t exactly dressed for church. It was liberating and intimate.

  “I’m sure something can be arranged then.”

  “I look forward to it.” He smiled knowingly.

  “So, tell me, what is your day like?”

  He dispensed with the cleaning supplies, and I set the takeout cartons on the granite island. He smirked at me as he reached for his pants.

  “Lately, full of thoughts of you.”

  “Me too,” I murmured, realizing he was pulling me off course with his distracting comments. I shook my head. “I’m serious. You already know everything there is to know about me. I want to know what your typical day is like.”

  He legged into his pants as he gazed at me. He didn’t speak for a few moments, and I wondered if he was trying to avoid the topic.

  “Well, I can honestly say, I am one of those fortunate people who actually love their job,” he said thoughtfully. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me back to the couch.

  He tugged me down and we resumed the casual positions we were in, my back against the corner with my feet in his lap, and me trying hard to keep my wayward thoughts under control.

  “Thirsty?”

  I nodded, and he placed my glass in my hand. “It’s wonderful to love what you do. So, what exactly do you do? You know, on a regular day.” I tipped some of the contents of my glass into my mouth, attempting some level of nonchalance but not sure if I’d pulled it off.

  He turned an assessing green gaze on me. “STG is a conglomerate. To put it in the simplest terms, I started a company which did very well very quickly. I then acquired other companies, many of them having nothing at all to do with my original company. That’s diversification. I now own many companies, all of them operating under the STG brand.” He stopped, clearly considering his next words. “Some of them you’ve probably heard of. Weaver was the business that launched STG.”

  I said nothing, willing him to go on.

  He paused and took a slow sip of wine before continuing. “Long ago I determined to implement a different model of conducting business. Stuffy boardrooms, cubicles, boring meetings‌—‌all gone. Instead, the STG offices are open and airy with limited walls, lots of natural light. Meetings are avenues for joint brainstorming, and the teams who work for me are people who are energized by the style of business I run. I want my people to enjoy coming to work as much as I do, and our productivity levels prove that this business plan works.”

  “So how many people work for you?”

  “In St. Louis, about four hundred.”

  My eyes bugged. “You have more than just the St. Louis office?”

  He nodded. “STG is headquartered here but we have offices all over the world. And if you count
acquisitions, the number of people I’m responsible for skyrockets to many thousands.”

  Justine was right. Damien was a business whiz kid. “Are we talking three, four?” I asked softly.

  “More like one hundred.”

  “Thousand?” I squeaked.

  He nodded hesitantly and captured my eyes with his. “Yes.” He paused a moment, as a myriad of emotions crossed his face. “How do you feel about that?”

  I took a breath as he began to rub my feet, his eyes tracking mine speculatively. “I’m wondering why this is the first you’ve mentioned it, frankly.”

  “Is that all?”

  I wanted to tap my foot, needing the rhythm I craved when anxious, but as my feet were resting in Damien’s lap and he was busy doing luscious things to them, I took a few big breaths and plunged in.

  “You weren’t exaggerating when you said you could afford that bike, were you?” I whispered.

  “No.”

  “I guess I sort of knew that. You drive a Porsche, and this…‌huge place,” I indicated the sprawling apartment. “But you come across like a regular guy. A regular, bossy guy, that is,” I corrected.

  “Oh, I’m regular, all right.” He cocked his head, grinning.

  My answering smile dried up. “We don’t have a lot in common, do we?”

  “You’re wrong, Olivia. I told you, we’re kindred spirits. I may have a lot of money, but it’s only money.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  He shrugged and considered me warily. “People judge me for what they think I’m like because I have amassed so much in so short a time. I see when it happens. The blinders come on and all they see is the dollar signs.” He sighed and clasped my hand, his eyes at once burning and liquid. “In business, it can be a good thing, but personally I try to keep a low profile. I am a very private person but I’ve told you more about myself than I’ve told people whom I’ve known for years. I didn’t want to scare you off. And when I realized you didn’t know who I was, that you wanted to spend time with me for me…‌that is a rare and beautiful thing, Olivia.”

  He had moved closer as he talked, so his face was within touching distance. I reached out and cupped his cheek, seeing the pain that hid behind the surface of his eyes for the first time.