Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
When she was done, I stood and squatted down to her.
“Good girl.” I placed a soft kiss to her lips and pulled the dildo slowly from her body. Standing, I held a hand out to her and helped her readjust her clothes but had no intentions of staying. I pressed one more kiss to her forehead and walked out.
I went straight home and stripped my clothes. The hot water of the shower welcomed me—embraced me—as I gave in and stroked my cock to images of bending Olivia over a bed and whipping her with my belt, imagining her cries to stop and for more. I imagined her heat and moaned out my release, coating the shower walls with my cum, turning the water to scalding to wash away the evidence of what I’d done.
So I could go back to pretending it never happened.
5 Olivia
“You want to grab pizza for lunch?” Oaklyn asked me from the edge of my bed.
“Can’t.” I swiped my lips with a bold red. “I have my first day of interning.”
She perked up at that. “You finally found someone?”
“Yup. I ended up meeting Alexander at dinner, and I’m working with him.”
“Is he as old and boring as you imagined?” she asked, laughing.
I smiled, remembering my words describing who I thought Alexander would be. “Umm…” I paused, trying to figure out how to explain. But then I remembered it was my best friend behind me, who was currently living with our older professor. Hell, she’d probably fucked on his desk just yesterday. I didn’t need to filter my words. “No. He was actually the guy I slept with at Voyeur.”
She sat upright at that, her eyebrows trying to become one with her hairline. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah.” I turned to her and leaned my butt against the dresser. “Kent. Who is apparently really, Alexander Kent. My uncle’s best friend. Also, the other half investor in Voyeur. And a hotel entrepreneur.”
“That’s a lot for one man.”
I held up a finger. “Can’t forget the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“And he was at your parent’s house?” I could hear the laughter she fought to hold back.
“Trust me, it was more awkward than you’re imagining.”
“Next time, message me immediately, so I can enjoy the show.” She looked me up and down. “So, are you having sex with him again?”
Taking a deep breath, I pushed down the remaining disappointment that I couldn’t quite kick. “No. It was a one-time thing that was easy to do without all the complications staring us in the face.”
“You seem awfully excited about seeing him.”
I smirked, giving a careless shrug. “It’s the hotel, I swear.”
She gave me a deadpanned stare. “And are you wearing the extra tight skirt and red lipstick for the hotel too?”
“Got to make a good impression on my first day.” I turned around and stared at the blue eyes shining back in the mirror. They were wild and excited for the first time in years. But my eyes were easily drawn to my full red lips. Perfect. Exactly where I wanted the attention.
“Well, be careful. You wouldn’t want Daniel to find out.”
Looking over my shoulder, I reassured, “He won’t. Because it won’t happen again.”
My flats didn’t make a sound as I made my way from the carousel door to the man standing at the front desk.
He was hunched over with a woman next to him. One hand was resting on the table, his flexing forearms visible from where his dress shirt was rolled up. The other hand held a coffee, and I almost willed him to move it to his mouth, so I could watch his lips curl around the edge. Just the thought had me squirming.
The woman next to him, stood upright and noticed me first, giving me a bright smile. I almost faltered at how gorgeous she was. She screamed successful in her wide-leg slacks and cream silk blouse, and I couldn’t tell if I was jealous of her confidence or the way she seemed so familiar with Kent. Was she his girlfriend? Was he screwing her? Had he screwed her like he had me?
“You must be Olivia,” the tall brunette greeted me. “I’m Carina, the project manager. It’s nice to meet you.”
I saw Kent stand upright out of my peripheral, but I kept my attention focused on Carina. Kent didn’t want a repeat, and I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself by giving him every ounce of my attention. “Nice to meet you, Carina.”
She collected the papers spread out on the table, filled with colors and drawings. “I’ll get these organized and the final products ordered by the end of the week.” And then she turned and left me with nothing else to do but finally face Kent.
I gave him a bland smile—one I would have given to a stranger on the street. “Good morning, Mr. Kent.”