The Pain We Nurture

Manners and Maniacs

Throwing caution to the wind, Olivia hurriedly reached into her purse to grab her burner phone. Not even pretending to not feel panicked next to this man who had just treated her to a lovely dinner.

She didn’t want him to know her secrets, but her desperation overtook any sense of propriety she’d attempted to have with him.

Fuck him. I’m not seeing him again anyway. Who cares what he thinks of me, she thought. Pushing away any thoughts of pretense or desire.

This is not a fairy tale, she thought. Grounding herself back to reality.

Blinking through her tears that she wouldn’t let fall she unlocked her burner phone using facial recognition and called Gypsy. It rang twice before she answered. This time she didn’t turn the speakerphone on.

“What’s up, love? Normally, you’ll text me. You ok?” The woman’s elegant voice sounded through the phone.

“G, I need more. Like two more. I need them this week,” she spoke into the phone urgently, leaning forward to pick Colin’s hand off her knee. He put it back on the gearshift.

“But your arm,” Gypsy’s concerned voice barely penetrated her consciousness.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about my arm. Can you get me what I need? I barely had enough to make her hospital payments last month. I’m drowning,” she hissed into the phone.

“This week?”

“Yes, this week.”

“It may not be what you like.” The woman said, hesitation in her voice.

“I don’t care about that right now, I’ll relent a little if it means I can get them this week. I’ll text you in a minute what I can compromise on. Burners, sickers, whatever,” she said, her voice going up an octave.

“Just get me something, please! Can you take care of me? G, I never ask for anything! You know that! Don’t make me beg, Gypsy,” she all but gritted tearfully into the phone, hating to sound desperate to either of the people listening to her talk. She listened intently as Gypsy typed on her computer.

“I found two available on Tuesday night and Saturday. Right after your regular with the Judge. These people are paying a premium. Thirty-eight hundred dollars an hour.”

“Can you book me for a month solid?”

“Yes. Anything else?”

“Unless you can find the piece of shit who abandoned Ally so I can tear out his liver with my bare hands then no. He’s probably the PERFECT match,” Olivia said angrily, her hand gripped her phone painfully hard.

There was a tense silence through the phone and the car and she was acutely aware Colin was listening attentively.

“Hey Kat, did something happen to Ally? Is everything ok?” Gypsy suddenly sounded like she went into a quiet space.

“No. She’s dying, G. And if I can’t get her medicine, I may be helping to plan a funeral soon,” she said bitterly, bile rising up in her throat at the thought.

“Honey, I will give you the money. Will you please take it? You’ll kill yourself if you keep up this schedule,” Gypsy whispered through the phone.

Olivia felt hot tears suddenly fall down her cheeks. She wasn’t expecting that. She rubbed them away harshly, turning to face the passenger side window for privacy from Colin.

Colin reached over to place his hand on her leg again to comfort her, drawing his hand away hesitantly when she snatched her leg away at the first touch of his fingers. She pressed into the car door, the seat belt digging into her neck.

“NO. No, G. I will work for what I need. I don’t want any handouts. But thank you for offering. It really means a lot to me. More than you know,” she said softly back, touched that she offered.

“Okay, babe. You let me know. I will help you out however I can,” Gypsy said back in farewell.

“I will, bye. Thanks again,” she hung up before immediately dialing another number.

Colin, who”d been intently observing her, continued to listen quietly as she called her bartending job and accepted every shift for the next two weeks on their schedule. Once Olivia methodically filled up nearly every hour of her life for the next month, she threw the phone back in her purse.

Colin looked at her out the side of his eye, seeing her chew harshly on the skin of her finger anxiously, as if she needed the pain.

They rode in silence for several minutes before he spoke.

Colin cleared his throat, “When are you going to have time to sleep?” he asked softly, his deep voice carrying easily across the small space.

She stiffened, not answering him. Still staring out the window, ignoring him.

“Do you need help, Olivia? Monetary help?” he offered, carefully peeking over and assessing her posture as she sat next to him.

She threw him a filthy look, practically vibrating in the passenger seat next to him.

He met her stare calmly, putting on cruise control before placing his hand back on the gearshift deceptively slow. His fingers twitched as he settled his hand on the gear shift.

“Not from you. I doubt you could afford it anyway,” she replied in a rather haughty and nasty tone.

Colin’s jaw tightened and Olivia turned to look out the window, effectively ignoring the man next to her.

Her fingers dug painfully into her shoulder as she thought about the upcoming two weeks to a month. She didn’t know how she was going to survive it if Gypsy couldn’t deliver on giving her the pills she needed. But she just knew somehow, she had to. Allison and Vanessa needed her.

She saw the familiar lights of her city ahead before he pulled over onto the shoulder of the road suddenly and put the car into park.

Olivia’s eyes widened, and she flinched as Colin all but slammed his hand into the overhead lighting, illuminating the space between them.

She stared at him for a heartbeat. The look on his face registered in her consciousness before fear took over and she tried to claw her way out of the car without undoing the seat belt.

She cried out as he leaned over easily and snatched her by her jaw, his broad hand wrapping under harshly and hauling her to him across the console. His demeanor had quickly shifted, and she gasped as his eyes turned dark, the pupil taking over the iris. His broad body suddenly filled the space of the car, one hand around her jaw, and his other arm spread outward as his fingers wrapped hard around the steering wheel. Making her feel incredibly petite.

Olivia’s eyes narrowed as she felt his warm, solid fingers digging into the flesh at her jawline. His thumb pressed hard, making her clench her teeth and fight against his grip.

“I’m going to repeat myself with you only once. Do. You. Need. Monetary. Help?” he said, his fingers digging into her jaw tighter. Olivia whimpered, her entire body flushing. She tried to unlock her jaw to reply.

“God help you if you lie to me, woman!” Colin spit out, visibly seething and miles away from the man who treated her with such consideration throughout the night.

She narrowed her eyes even further at him.

“Yes. Obviously,” she snarled. Pissed because she felt her nipples turn into stone underneath her dress. Knowing it was because he’d shown the dangerous side that he kept carefully hidden under his mask of respectability.

“How much?” he enunciated slowly, refusing to release her face or relent his harsh grip.

“I’m going to have bruises. Get your fucking fingers off me,” she said, her voice hard.

“How much, Olivia?” he asked again, feeling his patience about to snap.

“It’s none of your-”

“Answer. The. Fucking. Question,” Colin growled at her, lowering his face slightly. She shivered against his stony stare.

“Fifteen grand a m-month,” she said, her eyes lowering from his, not wanting to see his face. Her breaths came out hot and fast, her breasts lowering and rising rapidly, her mouth quivered as she struggled and failed to compose herself under his harsh observation. She pulled a shaking lip between her teeth, biting down hard.

“And how do you get this money every month?” his eyes narrowed.

Olivia’s eyes flew back to Colin’s incredulously. Her fury stoked by his audacity, she slapped a hand against her leg hard, resisting the urge to hit him. The sound reverberated around the space between them.

“Didn’t you just fucking hear me? I WOOORRRRK. I work myself to fucking death every month for that little girl you just heard me talking to on the goddamn PHONE! You arrogant, nosy asshole!” she yelled at him, trying unsuccessfully again to pull away.

They silently seethed at each other in the car and Olivia gritted her teeth against the harsh look on his face. His fingers tightened slightly more onto her jaw and she flinched, trying to jerk her head away unsuccessfully.

Colin leaned in even closer, his breath brushed over her lips, making her instinctively lick out her tongue to caress her bottom lip.

Olivia made a low growling sound in her throat as he wouldn’t let her loose, his fingers tightening painfully on her chin. He answered with his own rumble, much more intimidating than hers. She glared at him furiously as leaned in closer, eyes flashing dangerously at her.

She reddened even more as she realized her panties were flooded. Not even just wet, she was soaking. His viciousness turned her on. His ability to switch from a gentleman to an interesting, aggressive, more dangerous side in a heartbeat aroused her.

“There’s no fucking way you make fifteen thousand a month working at a diner and part time bartending so cut the omissions Olivia. What was that shit with Gypsy?”

Her eyes flashed at him threateningly and she pulled hard against his hand as she shifted in her seat.

“What does it matter to you? You can”t do a fucking thing about it and it’s none of your goddamn business, you fucking bast-” Olivia was up on her knees in her seat, pulling ineffectively against the seatbelt.

She ignored his pained grip around her jaw and audibly growled at him before he cleared the space fast between them and took her mouth in a harsh bite. Cutting off her words.

Olivia squealed and tried to pull away, her arm painfully making her stay in place for him. She felt a vicious bang in between her legs as the pain mixed with their kiss. And she had the sudden embarrassing thought that she was so wet the material of her dress under her had to be soaked.

She stared at him in horror as he ate her mouth in the harshest kiss she’d ever had. It was nothing like the sweet kiss they’d shared before they left the restaurant. He stared back at her, the both of them refusing to close their eyes and break contact. With an audible growl, his teeth bit into her bottom hard enough to bruise. His tongue evaded her as she tried to clench her teeth down around it.

She whimpered as the salty coppery taste of her own blood assaulted her tongue.

Colin finally let her go when she stopped struggling, their lips releasing with an audible smack. He pushed her rather roughly back into her seat before leaning back into his and readjusting his erection.

“Someone needs to fucking teach you some manners,” Colin said as he carefully schooled his face back into a picture of calm. He spent a second adjusting his erection with one firm hand, before he carefully pulled back onto the road and resumed driving.

”Someone needs to teach you how to treat a woman,” she bit back at him.

Colin ignored her harsh panicked pants in the passenger seat. She didn’t realize she was fueling the fire. She huddled against the car door as he pulled back out onto the road.

Olivia all but fell out of the car without another word the second he pulled into her lot. Barely waiting for him to put the car in park. Stumbling from too much wine, she tried to walk faster as she heard his car door slam behind her. He appeared on her left side, and grabbed her arm harshly, pulling her against his side and ignoring her struggles.

“Stop it,Olivia,” Colin bit out, readjusting his grip around her arm. Olivia stilled instantly, slowing her steps, the clicking of her heels echoed loudly around them. She tensed her arm against his grip.

“You’re not coming in,” Olivia retorted.

“As much as we both need it, you wouldn’t enjoy it right now if I did. With that attitude of yours; I’d fuck you too hard,” Colin answered back, leading them carefully down the stairs and turning her to face him at her door.

She scoffed at him, keeping her eyes firmly in front of her.

“I’m not having sex with you-you-you maniac!” she bit out angrily, successfully jerking out of his grip. Her sleeves fell further down with her movements, and she hurriedly pulled them back up, trying to right herself.

“I don’t know what you do extra for that kind of money, but this’ll be your last month doing it,” Colin said as he got into her face. He reached for his pocket and pulled out several hundred-dollar bills and tried to hand it to her.

She threw him another filthy look.

“I don’t want your fucking money, Colin!” she hissed angrily.

“Take it. You’re going to fuck your arm up even more if you work yourself to death the way I just heard you fill up your schedule,” he said, his eyes looking down coldly at hers.

At her pointed glance and refusal, he walked forward, making her press her back up against the door. Her head thumped against the door as she craned her neck to look up at him defiantly. He folded the crisp bills before slowly inserting it blatantly into the front of her dress, nestled against the taser she had there. Her mouth fell open at his audacity.

“You arrogant jerk! You just have all the audacity, don’t you?” she spit out, feeling her face turn bright red. She refused to acknowledge she liked the feeling of his fingers brushing against her breastbone.

“I have all the audacity. All of it. And it would serve you right to remember it,” he said, his eyes hard as they looked down at her.

“Motherfucker, I said I don’t NEED your money,” she hissed, getting in his face.

He gave her a knowing look before stepping into the last foot of space between them. Olivia shivered as he stepped into her space and bent his head down to hers, keeping his mouth just a hair’s breadth away from her lips. Olivia made a low, pained, whining sound. The blood rushed to her head, making her feel dizzy.

“You think you intimidate me? Hmm? I want you. And that fucking vicious mouth of yours,” he whispered, his eyes flickering between hers. His mouth hovered just a few millimeters from her lips.

Her breath came out ragged, and she could feel the tips of her breasts scraping against his torso with every inhale. Not expecting his confession, she let out a whimper, slightly tilting her head back. He took the bait and closed the distance, this new kiss the exact opposite of the one in the car, different from their first. But burned her to her toes, no less.

She moaned low at the first brush of his lips against hers.

Colin licked her bottom lip, swiping across the flesh there. Gently licking along the sting of the bite he gave her earlier.

“Open your mouth, Olivia,” he whispered against her lips, groaning deep in his chest when she complied. His tongue dipped in, and he molded his lips to hers, exploring her mouth greedily. He placed an arm above her head on her door and leaned in further, tilting his head and making her tilt hers back further.

Olivia moaned as he deepened the kiss, arching her body into his.

She placed her hands against his rock-hard chest softly as he took her mouth with so much vigor she’d briefly wondered if this is how he’d be in bed. As if he heard her, he bent down and grasped the back of her legs.

“Pull your dress up and wrap your legs around me,” Colin whispered, lifting her as if she weighed nothing when she complied.

She wrapped her legs high and tight around his waist. Feeling her dress slip further down her legs as she elevated them, baring miles of shapely flesh to his gaze. His eyes roamed her greedily as he cradled her fleshy buttocks in his hands through her dress. He swayed them from side to side as he took her mouth once more with a low groan.

The movement striking her as incredibly intimate and sexual; him rocking her while they were kissing.

The warmth of his hands seeped through her dress, causing her to gasp in pleasure at the contact. He carefully pressed his weight into her, his muscular body pressing against hers in all the right places. She whimpered again at the feel of his smooth pants rubbing against the inside of her thighs. His belt buckle pressed firmly against the tiny scrap of underwear she had on.

Colin experimentally pressed a little more weight against her. His hands gripped her tightly and she leaned into the secure feeling of being in his arms. She felt trapped with his teeth nibbling on her lip, and his fingers clutching at her ass. She briefly toyed with the idea of inviting him in, the internal struggle killing her.

What was it going to hurt if she was never going to see him again anyway.

Olivia dragged the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders, baring inches of skin to him. Riveted by her wanton action, he pulled away and stilled as he watched her movements.

His eyes met hers, his gaze burning her.

“You said you didn’t want to have sex with me tonight,” Colin reminded her.

Her breath came short and fast and she lowered her eyes as the shame of rejection started to settle in. He swooped in and took her mouth once more before it had a chance to take her over. The fierceness of his possession banged the back of her head lightly on the door, drawing a tiny moan from her.

Colin groaned deep in his chest as he felt his erection tighten to the point of pain. Her hard nipples pressing against his chest was making him crazy. He took a deep breath, smelling her unique, musky scent. His mouth watered, nostrils flaring as he breathed in her scent deeply. Trying to imprint her into his memory. He felt precum leak out of the tip of his dick and slick down his length.

“You need an orgasm, baby?” he blurted. Pulling slightly away from her lips, his head tilted, just waiting. Olivia moaned and nodded her head yes, surprising herself with her admission. It had to be the wine making her reckless.

“I can give you one without even placing myself inside you,” he said against her lips roughly. His hands tightened on her ass and hauled her up the door just a hair more.

Bang! Her pussy clenched hard. Shocking her and pulling another pained whimper out of her throat with its intensity.

I want something inside me, filling me up, she lamented miserably. She hadn’t felt desire like this in years.

“That’s how it would feel, the first time I sink myself in deep. You’d make that same shocked noise, like it hurt. Letting me in wouldn’t be easy,” he whispered, his lips moving to her ear. “I don’t even think I could fuck you on your bed in there, it’s not well built enough for us. So, I’d have to fuck you on the floor,” he said, giving her earlobe a little nip.

Colin began to suddenly move her, but not straight up and down. He grasped and worked her hips, his forearms bunching as he tilted her left side up and then the right, throwing her off. The door scraped her back as he moved her. She wrapped her fingers around his neck and tilted her head back slightly.

“I think our first time, I’d fuck you to this song I like. The man is so haunted by his woman that his voice sounds tortured. It’s a beautiful thing,” Colin groaned, skimming his nose along her jaw, still working her hips lewdly.

She whimpered again at the intimate act of him imitating them fucking. Her face turned red at the images racing through her mind.

“Colin-“ she gasped, feeling the thudding urgency in her vagina, pulling her tight.

“I can hear the sound of your hips beating off the floor as I pound myself inside you over and over, mama,” he whispered, his arousal betraying a thicker Latin accent. She suddenly tensed up, flinching, the sexy endearment causing her to become wetter. She was embarrassed as she felt a small trickle down her buttock, right where his left hand gripped her over her dress.

Oh my god please, I can’t come on his man. I just can’t, she wailed inside of her head. Not even realizing that her juices had already saturated his pants, leaving a slight wet stain on the front of his dick.

Colin ground himself against her harder. His breath hitched as Olivia’s fingers suddenly tightened on the back of his neck, her nails digging in.

Colin quickly closed his mouth on hers once more, stealing her breath. She moaned in his mouth, his tongue stroking alongside hers. She gasped as she felt him readjust his hands and her hips started beating softly against the door, making a muted thudding sound.

“Yesss. Your pussy would grip me so tightly as I stretch you out. Making those soft erotic sucking sounds,” he groaned. He pulled his face back to meet her shocked expression.

He watched her for a second as he beat her hips against the door lewdly, a little smirk on his face.

“Your breasts would make a resounding slapping sound with every hard thrust I make inside of you,” he whispered. He moved to cradle her in one arm and taking his other and suddenly whacking the outside of her hip several rhythmic times on her bare hip. Mimicking the slapping sounds he was describing.

Her face turned bright red, and her breath froze in her lungs at the sharp contact of his hand against hers.

“How do you want it, Olivia? Hard? Fast? Slow? Soft?” he suddenly asked, needing her to speak. She was lost in sensation and emotion, her brain kicking into overdrive.

“I want it hard, slow,” she said, surprising herself and turning her face slightly away trying to hide from his piercing look.

“Well then,” Colin said, putting his hands back under her and gripping slightly. He spread her cheeks with the movement, opening her up and stretching her sensitive flesh. She bit her lip. “If you want it like that, it would be more of a dull thudding sound now, wouldn’t it baby?” he whispered, and her hips beat slower against the door, her breasts jiggling hard with every jerk of his arms.

Olivia could feel her dress slipping down slowly with every lift and release of his arms. She made a sharp noise as she felt her nipples getting closer and closer to spilling out of her neckline.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” Colin suddenly growled. His eyes were hard on her breasts as he tirelessly moved her.

“I want you to fuck me hard and slow, Colin,” she whispered. She had no shame, leaning into this fantasy for one night that she could experience a few moments of abandon.

She tightened as he’d leaned forward and licked with his hot tongue a trail all the way from her breastbone, up her neck and to her ear. Causing her already sensitive flesh to break out in goosebumps, making her feel dizzy.

Just that moment, the chilly air became even cooler with a slight breeze, sensitizing her flesh even further. She clutched at him, trying to draw him closer to her.

“Now I want you to beg me, in that whimpering, soft, sexy, helpless voice,” Colin growled into Olivia”s ear, stilling his movements completely. Her heart slammed against her breastbone as her eyes filled with tears, she was so close. She gasped at how saturated she was. She could feel the back of her dress where he gripped her was slightly wet.

“Colin, please… I’m so close,” she cried out softly, trying to urge him closer to her again, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Beg me, Olivia,” he said sternly, that authoritative clip tapping what it needed to in her brain.

“Pleaassseee fuck me Colin, I want you to bruise my pussy. Fuck me hard and deep. Uhhhnnn,” she whimpered, her hands came up and grasping his hair and pulled hard, almost incoherent with needing him to move.

She imagined them just like that, on the floor in her living room. Colin pounding deep inside of her with his hand wrapped around her neck, and she began to sob at how strong the sudden emotion was. Her nails dug slightly harder into him.

He still didn’t move. Her eyes flashed, meeting his.

“I said fuck me, Colin,” she bit out, feeling wild. She didn’t even care if he pulled her panties aside and took her right against the door outside. Mentally she was gone.

“Manners. You don”t get to control this. I saidbeg me. Do I need to teach you how to beg as well?” his elegant rasp saturated her senses, his fingers flexed hard against her as he narrowed his eyes at her. He waited.

“Please?” she whimpered, her eyes flickered between his as she felt her flesh burn up at the intensity of his gaze.

He gave her a slow shake of his head. It clicked what he wanted.

The text from the other day entered her head. She licked her lips nervously.

“Please fuck me, sir,” she said, her eyes lowering immediately in shock and embarrassment.

Oh, sweet Jesus what the fuck did I just say? she lamented inside her head, her eyes trained on his chest, not able to meet his.

Colin smiled, nice and slow. The sight making her eyes go wide and a fission of fear and excitement slammed its way through her suddenly, stealing her breath.

“That’s a good, good, gooood girl,” he said, leaning forward to reward her with a kiss, their lips smacking wetly. Her clit twinged painfully hearing his deep groan.

He tightened his grip on her ass to the point of pain and jerked her up and down hard, pressing his weight into her lower body. Olivia cried out as Colin suddenly grabbed the ends of her hair in one of his hands at her ass and yanked. Holding her head back tight as he gave her a rough bounce, making a soft cry leave her throat.

She felt the moment her left nipple broke free of her dress and cried out once more.

Olivia flinched as Colin bent down and placed his teeth around the top of her nipple and the edge of her dress where it lay. The warmth of his mouth seeped into her skin, and she moaned long and low at the wet contact of his warmth sinking into her.

Without warning he bit down with a sharp nibble, his hot tongue lashing the tip.

She screamed in shock, cutting it off with her hand against her mouth to stifle it. She orgasmed so hard that she’d arched, flinching hard, and sank her fingernails into his scalp unknowingly. Her legs were like bands around him, her heels digging into his ass.

The wet heat of his mouth seared her, and each powerful pull made the aftershocks of her orgasm longer. She just hung there in his arms while he nibbled her at his leisure. He raised his head back up, releasing her hair, and gave her a soft kiss. Now just holding her twitching form.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said, looking down at her, still gasping in shock. They stared at each other while he continued to cradle her in his hands tirelessly.

Olivia unlocked her heels, lowering her legs as she pulled back from him reluctantly. Her breath coming in fast and shallow as her heartbeat hard against her chest. A cry strangled in her throat as she lowered feet to the ground, trying to wiggle out of his embrace while not meeting his eyes. She was grateful when her dress fell back into place.

Olivia shyly pulled her bra and dress back over her bosom and ran a self-conscious hand down the back of her hair. Colin just stood there, not moving back and giving her a reprieve from the intensity they’d just shared.

“Buy yourself some food. I’ll be in touch soon,” his hand touched her cheek before he backed away.

Olivia struggled with her keys, attempting to open the door gracefully. When it unlocked, she turned in the threshold to regard him. He shook his head silently again.

And with that, he walked up the stairs slowly, hearing her slam her door behind him before multiple locks clicked in place. When he looked down, the five hundred dollars he’d given to her was torn up on the concrete floor in front of her door. He narrowed his eyes before turning and heading to his car.

Overwhelmed, Olivia ran into her room, sobbing as she attempted to tear off her dress and shoes. Gasping in pain as she caught her hair in the zipper, she stilled herself. Willing herself to stop and go slowly. She groaned as the muscles in her arm twinged painfully.

Naked, she walked to the bathroom with a percocet in her hand. Running water into her hand, she swallowed it down before flicking her gaze to herself in the bathroom mirror. She looked… well…. used.

Her hair was mussed, and her eyes were bright, peeking through the fringe bang of her red hair. Her cheeks were rosy red, no surprise there. But her lips, her full lips were obviously swollen. Her bottom lip was slightly red and bruised looking from being bitten and damn near fucked against her apartment door by Colin.

Her skin pricked. It wasn’t lost on her that all he did was hold her and bite her nipple, and she had experienced the hardest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. He didn’t even break a sweat. She touched her mouth gently with her fingers before her ears picked up the dinging sound from her phone.

Meet me at my office in two weeks. The address is on the business card. I have a proposition for you. I can help-If you need it. I think we both need it. Trust me-I’ll make it worth your while baby. -C

Olivia set her alarm and fell into bed. Tired from the emotions of the night, and the wine she’d drunk. She didn’t respond to him, thinking he’d get the hint and leave her alone. Colin was a complication and distraction she couldn’t afford. Still feeling empty and needy, she pulled out her vibrator that she never used and shoved it between her legs. Remembering his mouth on her, her fingers pinched and pulled the nipple that he’d bitten.

Crying out, she finished what they started outside before falling deep asleep. She missed the next he’d sent.

You did so good tonight. I’m so proud of you. Rest well. Goodnight, baby. -C

***

Colin arrived home, pulling into his garage and threw his car into park. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, pulling his cock out and fisting it hard. Tilting his head back he imagined himself back at Olivia’s apartment, and instead of this time just holding her, he was pulling the small scrap of underwear to the side and thrusting himself into her sweet tight body.

He spent a long time jerking off, every time he got close, he slowed, edging himself, forcing himself to wait. His chest burned and his heart raced painfully as he mentally replayed the entire night over in his mind from the moment she opened the door, their sweet kiss in the parking lot, the harsh kiss in the car, and them almost fucking against her door.

There was a particularly sexy sound she made that he thought about and it threw him over the edge. He ejaculated with a harsh growl, imagining pressing into that spot in her arm, hearing her shocked sound as he forced her to orgasm while experiencing pain. Grimacing, he grabbed some spare tissue from the glove compartment and cleaned himself up before checking his phone.

She hadn’t replied.

He prayed to God that she’d show up at his office when he asked her to. If not, he refused to think about what would happen if he couldn’t have her. Or continue to see her. There had to be a way to get her to want to stay around him so he could figure out this fascination he had with her. What this feeling was that consumed him.

His thoughts turned to her disturbing phone conversation. Money. Something he had plenty of and liked to spend. His facial features tightened as he wondered what she could be getting into. His thoughts wandered to the extreme, and he found himself uncomfortable that she could be dabbling in trouble.

I’m going to follow her, see what the hell she’s doing, he thought. In the meantime, I have a contract to draw up. I’m going to do what I do best.

Business.