All Good Things Exposed(58)

My face was bright cherry red as I stared at him. "I'm ready to go home." I said. "Take it out."

Jace laughed. "You need to wear it for a couple hours."

"What?" He wanted me to walk with this up my ass?

"It needs time to stretch you."

"Pardon me," I frowned. I still didn't get it. This didn't make sense. I was not walking around New York City with a butt plug. Hell no!

"Olivia," he smiled on a shake of his head. "You are so sweet. You need to wear this two hours a day for three days. Once you've done that we will increase the size to another, which you will wear for two hours for one week. We will continue doing this until I feel you are ready for me."

"Oh God." I felt slightly queasy.

"Can you handle this?" he frowned.

"Yes." I nodded. "Let's go."

He took my hand and walked from the office. It felt weird having an object in my body as I walked and I thanked the heavens for small mercies that we were leaving the office so late. Surely we wouldn't run into anyone. Jace stopped at the elevator and pressed the button. I breathed out a sigh of release as we stopped walking. The metal inside me felt heavy and slightly uncomfortable. Would it be like this the entire two hours?

"Hey," A deep male voice vibrated the space around us and I felt my face flush bright red. "I'll ride down with you."

"Caleb," Jace grinned easily and I kept my eyes trained on the stainless steel elevator door. "You're here late."

"I was going over the Paris numbers." I felt this eyes on me. "Unlike some of us, I was working."

Well, I thought I was red before. But my face was so unbearably hot now I couldn't even guess what color I was. Oh. My. God. This was horrible.

"Oh, I was working." Jace chuckled. "Olivia here was sleeping." He bumped me and I flinched. The sharp movement caused the plug within me to shift and I moaned.

"Yeah," the heat travelled into my ears as Caleb watched me with a knowing grin. I wanted to knock him out and hope he didn't remember anything upon waking. "I'm still pretty exhausted."

"I'll bet you are." Caleb's voice was teasing and Jace wound his hand around my waist, drawing me into him. I had a mind to fight him, but I feared he would slap my ass, causing another moan to burst between my lips. Well, this was certainly a sticky situation if there ever was one.

The door opened and I walked inside slowly. Jace followed me in with Caleb trailing us. I wanted to tell him to get his own damned elevator, but instead I smiled sweetly. Jace watched me with an easy, cocky grin on his face. He pulled a paper from his pocket and it slipped between his fingers, fluttering to the floor.

"Olivia," laughing blue eyes stared at me. "Would you mind picking that up for me?"

I looked at Jace and if looks could kill…he'd be on the floor. The ass wanted me to bend down with this thing in my ass! What a fool! He just started a war and payback was a bitch. I nodded sweetly and my eyes flickered to Caleb who was leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed over his chest. A single brow was raised as he watched me.

With a deep breath, I slowly bent my knees to retrieve the paper. A flush of heat swam through my body, but I didn't make a sound as I stood calmly back to height. I glanced at the paper and saw it was blank. With a sassy smile, I shoved it into Jace's pants, making sure to trail my hand up the side of a half hard cock as I went.

I pulled my hand away as ice blue eyes stared hard at me. His jaw twitched as he ground his teeth and Caleb laughed. The doors opened and he stepped out. "You two have a nice night." He shook his head as he walked toward a sleek white Audi car.

I elbowed Jace in the stomach, not caring when a puff of air blew from his lips. "You're a jerk."

"Me?"

"You know what you're doing." I snapped. Good lord I was irritable.

"No," He shook his head. "I don't know what I'm doing." His eyes glimmered. "Why don't you enlighten me."

"Fuck you." I spun on my heel and stomped to the car.

I heard Jace grunt as he caught up to me quickly. "Don't think I won't slap your ass down here over the hood of my car, Olivia. I will."

"It's probably a sick fantasy of yours anyway." I snapped.

He hissed in a breath. "You think my fantasies are sick?"

Shit. I didn't want to go here tonight. "Some of them are, Jace. But we're not discussing this. I'm hungry and fucking irritable."

"I see that." he cocked his head. "Why so bitchy?"

I stopped short. "You did not just call me bitchy?"

"I might have."

"I'm going back to my house." I barked through gritted teeth.