Chapter 4
pleading insanity
They strode back to the hotel in silence, though this didn’t lower the simmering tension between them.
Perhaps it only existed in Jaime’s mind, as Olivia appeared calm and collected, so much so Jaime almost resented her.
Of course, she didn’t know what went on inside Olivia’s head.
Jaime didn’t show her own agitation outwardly, either.
Olivia’s single-minded pursuit had flattered Jaime. It had been quite unexpected to be at the receiving end of such a forward chase, especially from someone who had fascinated Jaime for years. Olivia’s presence in her courtroom had always been unsettling.
Jaime didn’t get star-struck, and she had seen many competent lawyers in her career—but there was something about Olivia that stood out, an almost mesmerizing focus and grit. Yet even that wasn’t enough to explain why Olivia lingered on her mind.
A couple of years ago, shortly after Olivia had wrapped up a case in Jaime’s courtroom, Jaime had stayed to organize her notes when a raised voice caught her attention.
The courtroom was nearly empty, but Olivia and her client had remained seated near the front.
The client, a prominent figure from Olivia’s firm, was visibly agitated, trying to leverage his teenage daughter as a bargaining chip in a bitterly contested divorce case.
Although marital law wasn’t Olivia’s usual focus, this case overlapped with broader legal issues tied to the firm’s prominent clients.
Jaime paused, struck by Olivia’s calm yet resolute response. Standing her ground, Olivia rejected her client’s demands, her voice steady but steely, defending the daughter with a grace and conviction that momentarily rendered Jaime speechless.
Olivia’s impact went beyond her legal expertise—it lay in her ability to remain steadfast even under pressure from someone powerful.
This unwavering resolve had fascinated Jaime ever since, setting Olivia apart as more than just another talented lawyer. If anyone other than Olivia Gray had approached her tonight, Jaime would have sent them packing. While she still was almost certain this was an epic mistake, she couldn’t resist.
Besides, it would be only one night. What harm could there be, so far away from home?
Their elevator ride dragged on as more people entered, some recognizing one or the other and offering greetings before returning to their conversations. Olivia, meanwhile, appeared completely at ease—composed, even, as if they weren’t on their way to her room to…
Jaime bit her lower lip, her pulse quickening with each passing floor.
What was she doing? Was it too late to back out?
She caught herself staring at Olivia’s profile, struck not just by her beauty but by the unsettling calm radiating from her.
Jaime wished she could mirror this ease, but her thoughts were a chaotic mess of nerves and anticipation.
Preposterous, really.
Jaime lowered her gaze and once more took in Olivia’s outfit, suddenly noticing her hands—the tight-knuckled grip with which Olivia clutched her purse. Perhaps Jaime wasn’t alone in feeling off-kilter. She rolled her shoulders as tension bled away.
When the elevator reached the eleventh floor, Jaime followed Olivia out, both acting as if they weren’t together, with Olivia marching ahead and Jaime a few steps behind.
Jaime almost stumbled, distracted by the sway of Olivia’s hips, the shape of her ass.
To regain her focus, she contemplated how all hotels smelled the same.
She didn’t even know how to describe the scent—a mixture of cleaning materials, the constant vacuuming, and room deodorizers that never fully eliminated the musty scent lingering in the air.
The AC still hummed, making the air much cooler than it needed to be, and Jaime shivered as goosebumps pebbled along her skin.
Finally, at the end of the second dimly lit corridor, Olivia halted in front of room 1135, her jaw tightening when the scanner flickered red as she held her key card against it. She huffed, repeating the gesture, and when the lights switched to green, she pushed open the door.
Jaime clenched her hands, hesitating for a second before stepping over the threshold.
She shut the door behind her and opened her mouth to ask something, but the unformed words fled her brain as Olivia, after dropping her purse on a side table, pushed Jaime against the door and, pressing close, captured her lips in a hard and fast kiss.
Jaime’s knees almost buckled under the ardent fervor and Olivia’s taste. Her head spun, not sure what she’d expected, after all, they were here for this, yet her nerves lay frayed, and she struggled to breathe.
None of it stopped her from returning Olivia’s kiss with the same intensity, losing herself in the stormy embrace.
How long had it been since she’d allowed herself to indulge?
Perhaps the years of restraint caused her heart to beat like a drum, or the shiver rushing through her when Olivia’s warm hands drew her nearer before her fingers slipped under her shirt.
Olivia broke the kiss and shifted her attention to Jaime’s throat, licking and nibbling along her neck.
Jaime gasped, and her fingers dug into Olivia’s back as her mind slowly lost the war against her body. She released a soft moan when Olivia trailed her fingers up her chest, palming her breasts still encased in her satin bra.
Olivia pulled one cup down and ran her thumb over a sensitive, stiff nipple.
Jaime’s eyes fell shut, and she dropped her head against the door, swallowing hard as arousal twisted low in her stomach.
Olivia chuckled. “Glad you decided to stop overthinking,” she rumbled, the cadence of her voice shooting more heat to Jaime’s core.
Jaime said nothing, too afraid of how broken and needy her voice would sound, but she couldn’t halt the forward movement of her hips.
Olivia smiled against Jaime’s throat, raising her head and staring at her with blown pupils. “I want you naked, stretched out under me, with my fingers inside you.”
Jaime trembled but nodded.
Olivia removed her hand from beneath Jaime’s blouse and stepped back. She looked at Jaime as if she were a wonder, as if she couldn’t believe they were here, together like this. After a beat, Olivia seized Jaime’s wrists and pulled her toward the bed.
Jaime almost lost her balance when the back of her legs hit the edge of the mattress.
“Too many clothes.” Olivia seemed to be speaking more to herself than Jaime, though her gaze blazed with hunger. She unbuttoned Jaime’s blouse and slid it off her frame before placing it at the foot end of the bed. Her bra followed—Olivia’s movements fast and methodical.
“What about you?” Jaime asked, her own voice sounding almost foreign.
“In time.” Olivia’s voice rang as rough as Jaime felt when Olivia unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them down Jaime’s legs, crouching on the floor in the process. She looked up at Jaime, who bit her lower lip at the sight of Olivia on her knees in front of her.
Jaime’s legs quivered when Olivia’s fingers found the hem of her panties and dragged them down her legs.
Stepping out of her shoes and clothes, Jaime watched Olivia pick up her garments and add them to the others on the bed.
She had no time to feel self-conscious at standing naked in front of a kneeling, fully dressed Olivia, as the women suddenly grabbed her thighs and surged forward, licking through her folds in one rough stroke before pulling back.
Jaime whimpered, almost collapsing at the red-hot arousal flaring through her at the touch.
“I apologize for jumping ahead, but I couldn’t resist.” Olivia stood once more, licking her lips.
Jaime still had no reply, so she just held Olivia’s heated gaze.
They stared at each other before Olivia’s fingers found the zipper on her dress and pulled it down.
Jaime greedily drank in every sliver of skin Olivia revealed as she allowed the dress to slide down her body, taking in smooth, tan skin, her long legs, full, round breasts still hidden from view, and muscular arms. God, she’s gorgeous.
Olivia held Jaime’s gaze as she unhooked her bra, removed it, before adding it to the pile of clothes on the bed. Her black hipsters followed suit before she drew closer. Olivia pressed her hand against Jaime’s sternum and followed so they dropped tangled together onto the mattress.
Wasting no time, Olivia immediately pulled Jaime into another deep kiss.
Jaime groaned, reaching out to draw her closer, only for Olivia to capture her hand and pull it back down onto the mattress, holding it there with their fingers intertwined.
They shifted upward to spread out fully on the bed, Olivia remaining on top of Jaime.
Their bodies pressed close together and Olivia’s skin burned, so much so, Jaime worried for a second she was spiking a fever.
But once more, Olivia’s insistent kisses washed any rational thought from her mind as she lost herself in a sea of sensations.
Jaime marveled at the sheer arousal coursing through her, once more wondering if her abstinence over the last few years had caused the overwhelming rush, the tension now tearing her at the seams. She clung to her sanity and her eyelids fluttered closed as she arched her back when Olivia sucked her nipple into her searing mouth. Jaime clutched the sheets.
Olivia paid each breast equal amounts of attention, her approach and focus laser sharp, much like Jaime had expected (hoped for), even if it threatened to shatter her carefully maintained composure.
Jaime’s hips rocked against Olivia, seeking pressure and friction, or even better, she longed for the return of that delightful, deft tongue between her legs.
She contemplated vocalizing this, but the request remained trapped in her throat, and she could only utter a weak moan when Olivia scraped her teeth along her nipple.