Chapter 14 #2
I throw my head back and roar as my orgasm explodes through me.
My cock jerks, filling the condom. I have a moment of regret that I’m not filling her bare cunt, but I shake that crazy thought away.
I’ve never even considered sex without a condom before.
Why the fuck do I have the desire to do so with a woman I’ve only known for a short time… a virgin, nonetheless.
Olive collapses to the bed bringing me out of my insane thoughts. She’s flushed and panting for breath. “That was… wow,” she says with a little giggle.
I shake my head, chuckling at her cuteness.
I lean down and kiss her nose, then quickly dispose of the condom.
I crawl back into bed and pull her into my arms. Unlike last night, she quickly melts against me, all the awkwardness completely gone.
I hold her as we both catch our breath, loving the feel of her in my arms.
She’s quiet. Maybe too quiet. I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking about, but I won’t ask.
I’m not sure I want to know the answers to what she’s got on her mind.
My own thoughts are enough to make me uncomfortable.
I’m not having ‘just got laid’ thoughts.
I’m having ‘just took the virginity of a woman I really like and might want more than just that’ thoughts.
I’m not sure how long we are wrapped up in each other, but I realize it’s getting late, and it’s probably past time for me to get to the office.
“I need to get to the office,” I say, breaking the silence.
She rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me. “Do you have to?”
Regret burns in my gut because I don’t want to go. For the first time since I started my company, I would rather play hooky than go into the office. That’s how far past my comfort zone I’ve fallen. It’s good for the ego that she doesn’t want me to leave.
I pull her up off the bed and lead her to the bathroom. Just because I need to leave doesn’t mean I have to shower alone. The temptation of Olive wet and soapy is almost too much to resist, but somehow, I manage. We wash each other, taking our time touching and exploring but no more than that.
“If I didn’t have to work, I would drag you right back to bed and dirty you up again,” I growl as she covers her sexy body with a towel.
“You’re the boss…” she says, trailing off.
I let out a groan. “Yes, but I’m closing a huge deal. I can’t take off today. I wish I could, angel. I would like nothing more than to stay in bed with you all day.”
What the fuck am I even saying? A woman over work? Who am I? This is all Rita’s fault. I should be mad at the changes in my desire to spend all day every day at the office, but when I see the broad smile on Olive’s face at my declaration, I can’t be upset.
She walks me to the door and kisses me before I leave.
Not just a sweet little peck, but a kiss full of the promise of naughty things to come.
We don’t make plans on when we will see each other again, but my newfound addiction to a woman named Olive means I’ll be calling her if she doesn’t call me first.
Sam is staring at me again. He’s been looking at me like I’m some kind of alien all afternoon. It’s getting on my fucking nerves.
“What? What are you staring at me for?” I growl, frustrated with him.
“I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on with you. Wait, was that a smile?”
I school my expression. Did I smile? Do I not normally smile? No, I suppose I don’t. But after leaving Olive’s bed, it’s hard to not smile. Knowing she’s just a phone call away… a quick car ride to her front door… has me—dare I say—happy.
“Fuck off, nothing is up,” I grumble, not wanting to share anything about my budding relationship. Whatever it is.
“You got laid, didn’t you? You finally worked out all that tension,” Sam teases.
Apparently, something in my expression confirms his thoughts because his eyebrows raise, and he hoots a laugh.
“Why don’t you just hang a sign? ‘Harrison James got laid.’ As if it’s some kind of hardship for the woman I’m seeing. Jesus.”
A knock on the open door has us both jumping. It’s Rita. Not only am I shocked to see her here, but now I wonder if she overheard our conversation. Rita has a wide smile on her face, which tells me she probably heard everything.
“Sorry to interrupt, boys,” she says, not looking one bit sorry.
Sam is quick to stand and lead her into the office, and over to the conference table we’ve been working at for the last several hours. Rita gives him a happy smile. She always did like him best. Sad since I’m her only nephew.
“Come in, we need a break, and what’s a better reason than a beautiful woman. Right, Harrison?” Sam says, laying it on thick.
“Yeah.” I agree with him only to not look like an asshole.
“I won’t keep you boys from your work. I just have something for Harrison.”
My heart starts to pound in my chest when I see the letter in her hand. Olive’s elegant script on the envelope tells me exactly what is inside. I want to snatch the letter away from my aunt and kick them both out of my office so I can read Olive’s words.
Yeah, I am definitely not myself.
“Welp, I think I’m going to excuse myself for lunch,” Sam pats his flat stomach. “Gotta feed the machine.”
I roll my eyes at his dramatic exit. One that includes kissing my aunt on her cheek and winking.
“So…” Rita starts. Before she even asks, I already know she’s about to confront me about what she overheard. “Olive?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.”
“Considering you’ve commandeered her letters and are chasing after her, yes, it is my business. What are you doing with her?”
“It’s casual.” I say the words, but they feel like a lie.
“Olive isn’t a casual woman. I do hope you realize that.”
I shake my head because, yes, I do realize that. I’d be a fool not to, considering I met her at my aunt’s matchmaking service. One that is known for matching perfect for each other couples. I’m in ass deep with a woman who is ready to settle down when I have no intentions of ever doing so.
“I know.” I let out a sigh that I feel in the tips of my toes and lean my head back, staring at the ceiling as if it has the answers to the universe. “I just can’t stay away.”
“She’s a wonderful woman. You’re really a perfect m-”
“Don’t say it,” I bark, not wanting to hear her thoughts on the subject.
“Whether I say it or not doesn’t make it any less true.”
I don’t respond to that comment. As far as I’m concerned, this conversation is over. Rita catches the hint and drops a motherly kiss to my cheek, pats my shoulder, and leaves without another word. Though I can practically choke on her disappointment.
I push that out of my mind, not wanting to dwell on it and rip open the letter…
I read her words twice, smiling at the little tidbits I’ve learned about her.
She likes monster movies—so do I. I look forward to movie nights, especially knowing that rom coms are not her thing.
She wants to know what I do for a living, but that feels like a landmine of a question.
How can I ever answer that without her connecting the dots about who I am?
I’m glad to know she doesn’t hold it against me for wanting things my way… she certainly didn’t mind this morning in bed. That’s a good thing because I do like control in all things in my life. Work is just one of them.
I laugh at the bit about her cat because, after this morning, I can see why she thinks the furball hates her. As I was leaving, he hissed at her then ran off. He’s not the cuddly type of cat.
I refold the letter and put it back in the envelope then tuck it in my desk, deciding I will respond later. Work first. Just as I’m pulling up the contracts again, my phone dings with a text from Olive.
I hope your day is going okay.
My reply is quick and easy.
Better now.