Chapter 42
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Olivia
Alexander’s breath brushes over my inner thigh. I look down at his face. He’s gorgeous. My bedroom is bathed in warm afternoon sunlight.
“I’ve never done this in the middle of the day,” I confess.
“Good.” He flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit. “We’ll do it again tomorrow.”
I tug on his dark hair, drawing his gaze up to me. “You make me feel so good.”
He kisses my thigh. “I only want that. I want to make you feel incredible.”
It felt that way when I came against his mouth. He’s determined to make it happen again.
It will.
I’m already so close.
I wiggle my hips. “Lick me, please?”
“You’re so polite.” He blows a puff of air over my core. “Say what you mean, Olivia. Tell me to eat your cunt.”
Both of my hands fall to my face, shielding my eyes. “I can’t say that.”
“Say it.”
“I can’t.”
“You want it, don’t you?” He buries his tongue inside of me, drawing a loud involuntary moan from somewhere deep within me.
I grab his hair and grind myself against his face.
He pulls back and I groan. “Don’t stop.”
“Tell me what you want.” He rests his head on my thigh. “You’ve never been shy before.”
That was because I wasn’t falling in love with him. The sex was different in the beginning. My heart wasn’t all wound up in it.
It’s not just about chasing after an orgasm anymore. When I come with him, it touches the deepest parts of me.
I don’t want to lose this or him.
“Come here.” I beckon him closer with a curl of my fingers. “Kiss me, Alexander.”
He slides up my body, his cock rubbing against my side.
He’s so hard that I could mount him right now. I want that. I want to feel him bare inside of me.
I want things I’ve never wanted before.
His lips find mine in a slow, tender kiss. “Like this, Olivia?”
“Like this,” I repeat back as I stare into his eyes. “There is something I want.”
“I’ll give it to you.”
I swallow and gaze past his shoulder at the blue sky beyond my bedroom window. It feels right to talk about this now and not in the heated passion that consumes us at night when I can’t see into his soul and mine is shielded behind my fears.
I’m not fearful anymore.
I can let myself feel.
I can allow myself to want something that my mom never had with the love of her life; a future.
I can risk a broken heart like the one she’s carried inside of her all of her life. I will risk it to love this man even if it’s only for a short time, although I want a lifetime with him.
“I’ve never made love without a condom.” I don’t break his gaze. “I’m on the pill. I have been for years. I’m clean. I had a checkup a few months ago and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
His eyes close on a heavy exhale and then he moves. I’m suddenly underneath him. His body is hovering over me.
My lips part and tears prick the corners of my eyes when he enters me without a barrier.
“Oh, God,” I whimper when he starts to move.
“Fuck, Olivia,” he whispers into my ear. “So fucking good.”
He moves faster, increasing the pace, taking me to a place I’ve never been before.
I never want this to end.
I love him. I want him.
Alexander Donato is my future. He’s my everything.
“Did you spend your entire weekend here?” Sheryl asks from where she’s standing just inside my office. “You were here yesterday and now you’re here bright and early on Monday morning. What’s up?”
My future. That’s what’s up.
I was called in yesterday by Cathleen to discuss what comes next for me.
Sheryl must have heard about that from her friend in HR. That department is aware of every move I’m making. I’m not surprised that word is spreading around the building.
“I’m a dedicated employee?” I form it as a question. “It’s that, or I can’t get enough of the coffee in the break room.”
She laughs.
I raise my mug toward her. “I can’t take another sip of this. I’m going to run down to the café a block over. Do you want anything?”
“A minute of your time,” she says quietly.
My head pops up. I search her face. “My time?”
“May I?” She motions to the chairs opposite my desk.
“Please.” I nod.
She closes the door and takes a seat across from me. I’m tempted to point out that we’ve dressed alike again today. I picked a navy blue suit with a white blouse. She did the same. The only difference is the ruffle on her blouse.
“I know they’ve made a choice about London.” She crosses her legs at the knee. “I also know the choice is under lock and key until the big announcement.”
“The company is big on surprises. You know that, Sheryl.”
“You can’t give me a hint?” She perks a brow. “If you answer in a British accent, I won’t tell anyone.”
I laugh. “I’m not at liberty to give hints.”
“Cathleen talked to you about it, right?” She pushes for more. “You know whether they picked you?”
I do know.
I was called into Gabriel’s office this morning at the crack of dawn. Cathleen was there and the Executive Director of our London branch was on speakerphone as I heard the news.
“You’ll know soon enough.” I push up from my desk. “I’ll go grab us those coffees.”
“That’s my job.” She’s on her feet too.
I shake off the idea with a brush of my hand. “I need the air. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
She cups her hand over her ear. “Is that a British accent I hear?”
I shake my head as I grab my coat and my purse and head straight for the elevator.