She doesn’t even gag, just moans and relaxes her jaw to give me more leeway.
After a while, she pulls back and releases my cock from her mouth, hands still working up and down the length.
“I get so wet when I have you in my mouth. It’s so sexy feeling how hard you get for me, Sebastian.”
I swear I nearly come right then.
Looking up at me with adoring eyes, I see that she means every word.
That dirty mouth of hers betrays her innocent, small-town girl demeanor and I’m in fucking heaven.
Olivia King is absolute perfection.
The best of both worlds.
She’s out of her mind if she thinks I’ll ever be able to forget about her.
Impossible.
Whether she believes it or not, she’s wormed her way into a deep part of my soul and I know that’s where she’ll reside forever.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
OLIVIA KING
“Okay, Arnold. On the count of three, we’re going to get you up and in the chair.”
My patient just continues to stare at me wide eyed and confused. Not for the first time, guilt assaults me for leaving him for a full week.
In my absence, Gavin hired a temporary person to come in and give him his meals and daily medications but it just wasn’t the same.
At this stage in Arnold’s dementia, he needs as much consistency as possible and I’d ripped that away from him. I’d been back for three days already and he still looked at me like I was a stranger off the street.
Getting him settled in his favorite chair, I release an exasperated sigh and study him for a moment.
Nothing about this job is easy but I enjoy it all the same. There’s a soft spot in my heart where only Arnold resides.
On his good days, he charms me with stories of his time in the army and his life with his one true love, Claire. She’d died a decade ago and from what Gavin tells me, his dad had never been the same.
Handing over the TV remote, I exit the living room and head back to the kitchen, intent on cleaning up the mess I made in the process of making lunch.
In an effort to brighten his day, I’d made Arnold’s all-time favorite meal: baked pork chops and roasted vegetables over a bed of rice.
Stepping into the kitchen, I’m shocked to see Arnold’s son Gavin standing at the counter sipping from a bottle of water.
He’s never home in the middle of the day, usually preferring long hours at the office so that he doesn’t have to face his sick father.
I can’t imagine how hard it must be watching a loved one deteriorate before your eyes.
With an easy smile, I greet him.
“Oh, hey Gavin. I didn’t expect to see you for a few hours. How’s it going?” I ask in a friendly tone.
An imperceptible expression darkens his boyish features. He’s at least twenty years my senior but doesn’t look a day over thirty-five.
Gavin is a man of very few words but he’s always been a pretty fair boss.
“You’re looking tanned and well rested. Where did you run off to?” he asks as I begin clearing dirty pans from the countertops.
Thrown off by his question, I glance over my shoulder and answer him.
“I was in Turks and Caicos, remember?”
He makes a noncommittal sound in his throat but says nothing else.
Rinsing dishes in preparation for the dishwasher, I shrug off his weird mood.
“Were you there alone?”
How’s that any of your business? I want to ask, but I refrain.
Instead, I shake my head. “No, there was one other person with me.”
There’s no way in hell I’m telling him that the person with me was Sebastian.
“Olivia, when I hired you, you told me you weren’t involved with anyone. It’s part of the reason I gave you the job so quickly. I knew your time would be free to give my father the around-the-clock attention he needs.”
“I know that,” I say, trying not to sound defensive.
What the hell has gotten into him?
“I just want make sure that nothing has changed.”
Swallowing an awkward lump in my throat, I maintain my professionalism and carefully choose my next words.
“You don’t have anything to worry about, Gavin. I’m just as dedicated to taking care of Arnold now as I was the day you hired me.”
“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
Without another word, he backs out of the kitchen and heads down the hallway to his room.
That was weird.
***
Several hours later, Arnold is tucked in for the night and I’m in my bedroom a couple doors down.
Wildly energetic despite the long day and late hour, I decide to pop in a Zumba DVD and work off some of my restless energy.
Although I’d much rather be engaged in some type of sensuous activity with Sebastian.
After seven days of constant contact, settling back into my life in Tennessee had been a lot harder than I expected.