Making His Baby(144)

“You’re coming for me, aren’t you, baby?” I ask while she slumps forward with a barely audible whimper, succumbing to the mounting pleasure wracking her small frame.

“That’s right baby. Come all over my cock. I want it all,” I egg her on.

Reclaiming my previous pace, I slam into her as she continues to shudder and gasp for air.

Gathering a handful of her hair, I tug slightly as my own release starts crashing into me.

Unable to restrain myself, I shout her name as my hips thrust into her fervently. She’s stretched to the limit as my cock surges ready to explode inside of her.

Seconds later, I’m slumped against her back riding out the final waves of my climax.

“Kiss me,” I demand once we both catch our breath.

I take a step back and allow my softening erection to slip out of her so that she can turn and oblige me.

When Olivia turns around, her green eyes are hazy with complete satisfaction and nothing pleases me more than knowing I’m the one who put that look on her face.

Kissing me hard, Olivia fondles my cock. Her palm grips me firmly, her fingers smearing the sticky residue of our mixed arousal.

“That was amazing,” she pauses to kiss me. “But this time I want to ride you.”

In a matter of seconds, I’m hard again.

“I think we can make that happen.”

Her smile is inviting as she walks over to the chair in the corner of the suite and waits for me to join her.

I think I might love this woman.





CHAPTER FIFTEEN





SEBASTIAN DOWNS





“So tell me about this dickhead boss of yours,” I request, winding a loose strand of Olivia’s hair around my finger as she lays on my chest.

“Gavin’s not so bad,” she defends him. “He’s just been really on edge since I got back. His dad didn’t do too well while I was gone and I feel really guilty about that.”

“Olivia,” I release a frustrated breath. “When are you going to realize you’re too forgiving? He’s a dick and I got that from a two-minute interaction.”

“I’m sure it’ll blow over soon. He’s upset, that’s all.”

“What the hell for?” My anger is rising by the second. I hated the way he had interrupted us like she owed him an explanation. “Are you supposed to apologize for taking a vacation?”

“It’s complicated,” Olivia claims, sitting up and depriving me of the warmth of her body. “Can we change the subject?”

The frown marring her features is a foreign sight for me and I want nothing more than to erase it, so I oblige her.

“How long are you in town?” she wants to know, her eyes scanning the suite I’d reserved at the last minute. I watch as her eyes land on each piece of furniture before refocusing on my face.

“Just for tonight. I have to go in a couple hours, actually.”

Olivia’s eyes double in size before she speaks again.

“So you flew across the country for a few hours of sex? Wow, that’s an expensive booty call,” she murmurs, whistling through her teeth.

Even though I know she’s kidding, the comment rubs me the wrong way.

“Don’t ever refer to yourself as a booty call in my presence. Do you understand?” My tone is a lot colder than I intend and she clams up immediately.

Softening my approach, I reach out to grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger.

Eyes cast down, Olivia avoids my gaze for as long as she can before looking up. “Listen to me. I don’t know why you’re so hesitant to call this what it is, but I’m all in, baby. You are more than casual sex, Olivia. You are everything. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, you’re never too far from my thoughts. This isn’t something I’m doing for the hell of it or until I get bored. I want us for the long haul and I’m not going to stop showing you that, no matter how hard you fight it.”

Green eyes shining and a ghost of a smile on her lips, she looks at me as if she doesn’t believe a word I’ve said. But she nods eventually and I guess that’s all I can ask for in the moment.

I’m not sure who destroyed her trust in the past but it’s infuriating to watch her downplay her role in my life because of it. Given the chance, I’d strangle the asshole who broke her heart.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” Olivia pouts. She pokes out her bottom lip and everything. She’s fucking adorable.

“You could always come with me,” I tell her with a smirk.

I already know the answer but I have to give a shot.

Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?



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Back in the air, I run an exhausted hand through my hair as my phone vibrates non-stop against my leg.