by Cole, Fiona
I heaved a sigh and looked away but kept my tone as light as I could. “Kent, at least pull your dick out before you tell a girl she won’t be having it again.”
“Olivia…”
“Shut up, Kent.”
I pushed him back until he slid out, and I was able to turn to face him. Not asking for approval, I gripped his face in my hands and pulled him down to kiss me. Surprisingly, he didn’t pull back, and I decided to take advantage of his weak morals.
My hands drifted to his softening cock and removed the condom. “I miss the taste of you,” I whispered against his lips. Slowly, I slid to my knees, loving the way his eyes tracked my every move. Holding his stare, I wrapped my lips around his cock, rolling my tongue to collect every drop of the cum that still coated him.
“Do you like me on my knees? Cleaning you?”
His hand dove into my hair like he couldn’t not be in some form of control, even if he still let me suck and lick as I pleased.
“You know, I do.” His admission ripped from him, and I smiled my victory, not bothering to hold it back.
Pulling his softening dick into my mouth one last time, I sucked hard and released him with a pop. “Good.” I stood and stepped out from between him and the counter. “Now, I need to get ready, and it’s going to take some time since you made such a mess of me.” His eyes widened a little at my easy dismissal. Feeling I won something even if it was just hiding how disappointed I was by his quick denial of more, I slapped his cheek lightly and kept pretending. “Go grab a drink and wait for me. There’s towels in the hall closet if you need to dry up.”
With a quick shove, I got him out of the bathroom, his cock still hanging from his open pants. I shut the door and took only a moment to let the smile slip from my lips and breathe in the hurt. My forehead pressed to the door, and I took stock of the feelings, letting them wash over me. Then I stood upright, shook it off, and got ready.
10 Kent
The whiskey did nothing to calm the thrum of desire coursing through my blood.
I’d just finished coming inside Olivia, and I was already hard again like some twenty-year-old boy and not an almost forty-year-old man. When I squeezed my eyes closed, all I saw was her tongue laving at my softening cock, just so she could taste my cum.
God, the way she responded to me when I choked her. I saw her want to fight it—to give in to her flight response. But she didn’t. She trusted me and trusted the pleasure I gave her.
The pleasure I shouldn’t have given her.
But remembering her gasping cries, and her pulsing pussy, it was hard to regret. It was hard to not want to do it again, even when I thought of Daniel.
I took another drink, almost choking on it when Olivia came walking out. “What the hell is that?”
She stopped a few feet away and posed, her smile radiant. “Isn’t it great? I worked with a local designer to make it.”
“You’re missing most of the top,” I accused.
The skirt fell all the way to the floor, but the top only had two swaths of fabric that crossed over her breasts, meeting at her neck like a thick choker. A triangle of fabric was missing, baring the inside curve of each breast and most of her stomach. The red material was stark against her skin, making her exposed curves all the more apparent.
Every man would be thinking about feeling that soft skin against their lips, hands, and teeth all night long. I knew they would because it was all that clouded my brain now.
She twirled, her smile growing at my growl. Her back was completely exposed, and when she lifted her arms, the perfect view of the outside curve of her breast taunted me too. How the hell was I supposed to make it through the night without gawking at her breasts, remembering how they’d bounced for me as I fucked her just moments ago?
She’d be beating men away with a stick, and I’d have to watch and not claim her, even though I still had her saliva on my cock.
I took a deep breath, getting my desire under control. I’d given in just this once, feeding the beast. Now, I had to go back to denial. I had to at least try.
“Come on, old man.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Then get that cranky, old man look off your face.”
The long skirt swished around her legs with each step toward me. I held my breath, not backing down from the challenge in her eyes, but also terrified of what she would do. She grabbed the glass from my fingers and finished the contents before giving me a saucy wink and heading for the door.
I was so fucked.
As soon as Olivia got in the limo, she pulled out her phone and ignored my presence. I tried to do the same, but I couldn’t stop looking at her. Maybe if I got my fill now, I wouldn’t be so compelled to do it at the event.
“Please behave in there, Olivia. You’re there as part of Kent Enterprise,” I reminded her as we walked up to the large brick building.
“Relax, Kent,” she scoffed. “I’m a pro at charity events, and I’m not going to make a scene at a charity for survivors of sex trafficking. I have a little more class than that.”
“I know. I just know how you like to taunt me.”
She looked to me with a smirk just as we walked through the doors. “You make it so easy.”
I sighed and fought to not watch the sway of her ass as she strutted into the room.
“Olivia, you look stunning,” Julia greeted us as soon as we walked in.
“Thanks, Mom. You look pretty amazing yourself.”
I shook David’s hand as Olivia and her mom embraced.
“Good to see you, Kent. Thanks for letting Olivia tag along.”
“Of course. It’s part of the business, and I figured she could learn a lot tonight outside of a business environment.”
“He thinks he’s going to teach me how to mingle and shmooze like I’m not amazing at it,” Olivia said with a laugh.
“She’s always been very good at the social events,” her mom praised.
“Hey, everyone,” Daniel greeted, walking up with Carina on his arm. He leaned down to kiss the top of Olivia’s head. “Hey, kiddo. Where’s the rest of your dress?”
“Very funny,” she deadpanned.
More hugs and air kisses happened as Carina was introduced.
“You ready for the meetings in New York next week?” Daniel asked me.
The ladies had been in a conversation, but at the mention of me leaving, Olivia turned with raised brows. “You’re leaving again?”
“Yes.”
“But you just got back.”
“Nothing to worry about, Vivian will be there.”
Carina’s eyes flicked between Olivia’s concerned face and mine. I did my best to give Carina a blank stare in return but was sure I failed when her lips twitched. “I’ll be popping in and can go over some things with you too,” she said to Olivia.
“Oh, Olivia, make sure to soak up all that knowledge. You’re going to ace this project,” Julia said excitedly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go bid on all these wonderful goodies.”
“I’ll get my checkbook ready,” David grumbled with a smile, following behind his wife.
“Alright, Mr. Kent,” Olivia said, pulling her shoulders back, drawing my eye to that alluring triangle of flesh. “Take me around and show me the ropes.”
I forced my gaze back to hers and ignored the glint lingering there. She looped her hand through my arm, and we made our exit from Carina’s too knowing stare.
I snagged a glass of champagne and explained the various businessmen and women around the room. She soaked up every word and asked questions as we circled. Every once in a while, we’d stop and get caught in a conversation. I was worried at first, despite her assurances, she knew how to mingle, that I’d have to help her through the conversations. But I was wrong. At times, Olivia dominated the conversations, winning over men and women with her laughter and easy questions. She took the information I’d given her and asked after their families and businesses like she’d been wor
king with them for years.
Everyone’s eye was drawn to her beauty and the confidence she radiated, and I found myself standing back, letting her shine. At least, until one man kept getting closer and closer, his eyes glued to her exposed curves.
“Olivia,” I interrupted the man, not caring how rude I was coming off. “Let’s go bid on that spa day you were looking at.” I directed her away with my hand on her upper back, ignoring the desire to stroke the soft skin. She stared wide-eyed as I made our excuses. “Sorry, Charles. We don’t want to miss out. Nice talking to you again.”
“That was rude,” she reprimanded.
“What was rude was how he couldn’t stop staring at your tits.”
She laughed under her breath, shaking her head. “That’s rich coming from you.”
We stopped by one of the auction items, and she grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter walking by. “Drinking?”
“Yes.” She cocked a brow and dared me to stop her as she sipped from the glass. “No one really cares as long as you spend your money and don’t make a scene. Besides, my birthday is next week. Call it an early celebration. It’s not like I don’t look old enough to drink.”
“Can’t argue with that,” I mumbled.
She smiled before taking another sip, thankfully, not pushing me on my comment. We walked in silence, perusing all the items up for auction. She’d stop every once in a while, and scribble her bid on a paper, slipping it in the box before moving on to another item.
“So, you’re leaving.”
“I am.”
“Can I message you with questions?” she asked, looking down at a pair of diamond earrings.
The question was light and filled with an innocence I didn’t believe for a second. “You can ask Vivian.”
She looked up with nothing but sin sparking behind her eyes. “But what if I need you?”
I cleared my throat and stretched my neck side to side, my skin feeling tighter and tighter the more she looked at me with that burning fire. Her playful gaze called for me to smile back and play along, to give in to my nature of taking what I wanted.
But at the end of the line was her mom and dad, bidding on their own items. Looking around the room to avoid looking at her, I saw Daniel the next group over. There were reminders everywhere that this wasn’t just some one night stand I wanted. This was a young woman that came with consequences.
It was time to be mature—time to keep my playful side under lock and key.
“I’m sure Vivian will be able to provide you with whatever you need.”
Olivia’s eyes tracked up and down my body. “I assure you, she can’t.”
Heat flooded my veins, and I clenched my jaw so tight I feared my molars would crack.
“Alexander?” a familiar, soft voice called behind me.
My breath rushed out in relief before I turned and greeted the petite brunette with a smile. “Paige, how are you?”
“Good. Great now that I’ve found you.” She stepped into my space and pressed up on her toes to give a lingering kiss to my cheek.
“Hi, I’m Olivia.” Olivia thrust her hand into the small space between Paige and me, forcing her to take a step back and shake Olivia’s hand.
“Olivia is interning for a college course as I set up the hotel. She’s Daniel’s niece.”
“Oh, how sweet. That’s so nice of you to help Daniel’s little niece.”
Olivia’s body stiffened beside me, and I rushed to move the conversation on, preventing whatever snark rested on the tip of Olivia’s tongue.
“Olivia, this is Paige. Her father owns the real estate in New York we’re looking at.”
“Fascinating.”
“I have good news, Alex.” Paige stepped into my space again, ignoring Olivia’s mocking tone and laid her palm on the lapel of my tux. “I’ll be in New York next week too.”
“Oh, do you work in real estate too?” Olivia asked.
“No. I’m the CFO for an international company. It’s complicated, sweetie.”
Olivia looked as though she was on the verge of exploding. Her eyes flicked between Paige and where her hand was still resting on my lapel. I opened my mouth to diffuse the situation when Olivia’s face shifted to a bland smile, and the girl who worked the room the whole night came through.
“That’s fascinating. I’m sure it’s thrilling work.”
Paige gave her own bland smile and turned to me again, shutting Olivia out. “Dance with me. If we’re going to talk business, at least we can do it while you’re holding me. I know how much you like that.” She spoke the last part softly, but not so Olivia couldn’t hear.
I looked over Paige’s head to find Olivia’s light blue eyes dark with irritation. If she could burn me with a look, I’d be ash on the ground. I knew what she was thinking, that I’d be fucking Paige next week while I was away. And maybe I would be.
“I’d love to dance. Olivia, you’re off duty for the night.”
Her chin jutted up, and I took my chance to walk away, ignoring the glimpse of hurt lingering in her eyes.
It was for the best. This was who I was. A playboy who rarely said no to a beautiful woman. Maybe the quicker Olivia learned that, the sooner she’d squash this crush and let me off the hook of our desire.
11 Kent
Apparently, Oaklyn had talked Daniel and Jackson into hosting a surprise party for Olivia at Voy. What better place to celebrate your twenty-first birthday than a bar your uncle owned? There was no way in hell Daniel would let her into Voyeur, so our little side business was the second-best place.
“You’ve got to be there,” Daniel demanded.
“D, I’m not made for a party for teeny-boppers.” AKA: I didn’t want to watch Olivia get drunk and dance. Actually, I did want to watch her dance, but I didn’t want Daniel to see how I wouldn’t be able to pry my eyes off her body.
“Tough shit. I’m calling best friend obligations for this.”
“Why are you going to this?”
“I’m helping Jackson bartend. Also, there will be drinking and boys there. I’m sure as hell not leaving those college boys to try anything.”
Yeah, I could get behind ensuring no boys groped Olivia. Not that it mattered because I wouldn’t be fucking her again, so she could be groped by whoever she wanted. Who cared that the mere thought had my fists clenching? Who cared that I’d turned Paige down the other night and went home to jerk off to the memory of Olivia?
God, I was so fucked.
I fought from banging my head on the bar a couple hours later. The room was packed and loud, filled with frat boys cheering each other on, and girls squealing with delight at each other’s antics. It all grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. I vaguely remembered having similar experiences in college. I just remembered them as being a hell of a lot less annoying. Probably because I’d been just as drunk as everyone here.
“What do you want?’ Jackson asked, tossing a rag over this shoulder.
Jackson had been a performer at Voyeur, but Daniel had always had a soft spot for him, and the kid was a whiz with accounting. His role in our business shifted until he eventually became the third investor in Voy.
“Don’t serve that lazy asshole,” Daniel interjected, carrying a case from the back. “He can get it himself.”
Jackson laughed, used to Daniel and me shit-talking each other.
“Just hand me the bottle, and I’ll drink until I forget I’m here.”
Another loud shriek rang out from the dance floor, and a laughing girl was thrown over a burly shoulder before being carried around a corner.
“Son of a bitch,” Daniel grumbled. “Got to stop these savages from fucking in the back hall.”
“Hey, that was you once,” I taunted.
Daniel laughed and slapped my back as he walked past. “That’s still me. I’m just better at it.”
I went back to my drink, and he went to go stop the illicit hallway sex like a prude who didn’t also own a sex club.
“She’s here,” Oaklyn shouted from her perch by the window.
The bar was open to the public but mostly filled with people here to celebrate Olivia. They all gathered near the door as Oaklyn directed. As soon as Olivia’s blonde hair cleared the door, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and everyone shouted a happy birthday.
Her eyes widened before a beautiful smile stretched her full lips. People greeted her with hugs like it’d been years instead of days since they’d seen her.
When there was a break in the crowd, I caught sight of her outfit and choked on the air in my lungs. She wore the exact same outfit I’d seen her in when we first met at Voyeur almost two years ago. Same silver sequins mini skirt. Same silky cream camisole that hung on her curves, not doing anything to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. A strip of stomach bared between the two materials, begging to have my hand grip her there while she rode my cock.
Shaking my head, I turned away. If Daniel saw me right now, there’d be no hiding how much I wanted her.
Not even bothering with the glass, I tipped the bottle back and drank.
Ten minutes later, she was three people over at the corner of the bar, taking her first round of shots. She dropped the glass to the wood with a slap and, as if she could feel my eyes on hers, looked directly at me.
Her huge smile softened, shocked at finding me there. Then it tilted up with a whole new kind of happiness that I had yet to see her give to anyone else here. I couldn’t have stopped my chest from puffing up with pride even if I’d tried. Nodding, I tipped the bottle as a salute.
Her smile turned predatory as she skirted around the few people between us until she stood in the narrow space between my stool and the next. Not sitting down, just leaning against the bar, causing her breasts to sway enticingly under her slip of a shirt.
“Hey, Mr. Kent. Surprise seeing you here.”
“You seemed surprised by everyone here.”
She opened her lips, and I held my breath, waiting for whatever would fall out, preparing myself for the temptation.