Initially, I palm her pussy and I swear to God, I feel a throbbing pulse beating in time with my aching cock.
“Yes,” she whispers against my lips even though I haven’t done anything yet.
I slip my middle finger between her folds and nudge her needy clit.
Olivia whimpers, breaking the kiss as her head lolls back against the door.
Loving her body’s reaction to me, I graze her swollen nub again before plunging my index and middle fingers inside of her tight opening.
The way she clamps down around my two fingers drives me wild, and I drop my head to plant kisses against her neck.
“I need you,” she whines, hips undulating to speed up her release.
Right there in front of my house, I finger fuck her fast and hard, loving the way she shudders and drenches my fingers as she comes.
Her face is a sight for sore eyes as she rides out the waves of pleasure assailing her.
Anyone reviewing the security cameras tomorrow is in for a treat.
“Oh, my God,” Olivia pants, eyes still closed as she regains her senses.
I want nothing more than to go inside and finish the job but duty calls and a part of me knows I could never fuck her on the first night.
Kissing her forehead, I fix her dress and open the door for her before turning back to my car.
“Good night,” I call over my shoulder, not trusting myself to linger any longer.
It’s going to be a long night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
OLIVIA KING
Spill!
Eyeing the text from Winnie, my mouth drops open when I see the pics she’s attached to the message.
The first is a candid of Sebastian and me at dinner last night, with me blushing and smiling like a schoolgirl while he explained something.
The next is a photo of us leaving the club in a hurry last night. I wasn’t aware of any cameras flashing but mix together the strobe light from the club and my tipsiness and there’s no telling what I missed.
Crossing my legs in front of me, I set down my mug of tea and give the phone my full attention.
I had no idea people were taking photos.
Her response time is legendary. My phone buzzes in an instant.
Forget the damn pics, tell me you slept with him! He’s HOT HOT HOT
To drive her point home, she includes a series of fire emojis which makes me laugh out loud.
“You seem rejuvenated and happy this morning,” a low voice states behind me.
Turning to the voice, I glimpse Sebastian standing near the patio door that I left open before coming to watch the early morning waves ebb and flow against the shoreline.
He’s leaning against the door lazily, his hands tucked in the pockets of his shorts and sunglasses covering his eyes.
He’s the one who looks rejuvenated.
I’d waken up with a slight headache and memories from last night’s encounter that made me blush a deep scarlet in the bathroom mirror.
I was certainly in rare form last night.
“Good morning,” I offer with a shy smile before turning back to the view in front of me.
A low chuckle gets louder as he approaches my spot on the lounge chair.
Sitting at my feet, Sebastian removes his glasses and blesses me with a sinful view of those eyes in the morning sunlight.
“Tell me you’re not getting shy on me, Liv.”
As if it’s second nature, he pulls my bare feet into his lap and absentmindedly begins rubbing the soles as he peers at me, awaiting my response.
“How are you? Is everything okay at work?” I ask, proving his point completely.
My feet tingle under his skillful touch and the feeling radiates up my legs until I feel like I’m floating.
His eyebrows meet in the center of his forehead as he thinks about my question.
“The situation has been resolved, thankfully.”
“That’s good,” comes my weak response.
“I didn’t get much sleep but it’s handled,” he shares, watching the waves.
He looks great for a man who barely slept. But then I figure his body must be used to the long hours.
Then my mind ventures to what else his body must be used to.
“What are you up to today, Olivia?” Sebastian’s voice breaks through my naughty thoughts and makes me blush.
He’s watching me intently from the foot of my lounger and I melt under his gaze. It’s hotter than the sun.
I’m reminded of Winnie’s text and a secret smile quirks my lips.
“I don’t know. I thought about just spending a lazy day on the beach,” I say, indicating the bottle of tanning lotion on the table next to me.
“Really? Would you like some company?”
His hands have moved to my legs, skillfully massaging my calves as he stares out at the ocean.
It feels like the most natural thing in the world — to be sitting here with him with one of the most beautiful beaches on earth as the backdrop.