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he, a tortured sound, as he moved to kiss my chin. His tongue trailed a fiery path over the line of my jaw and I tilted my head obediently for his access to my throat. Without warning, he nipped at my earlobe and the wet need that had accumulated between my legs, doubled.
"You smell so good." Jace's whisper was tortured against my neck as he inhaled deeply. "I fear if I do not stop now, I will take you in my car, whether you are ready or not."
I moaned at his words. I wanted his mouth back on mine. I wanted his hands on my body. "I'm ready."
Jace groaned and pulled back until he was sitting in his seat. There was too much distance between us. I felt as though I was robbed of an essential need to survive as he moved away from me. I wanted to grasp hold of the expensive black dress shirt he wore and pull him closer to me. "Good night, Olivia."
My mouth dropped open as my mind struggled to comprehend his words. He wanted me gone? After a kiss as hot as that, he wanted me to walk away? Was he so unaffected by me that he could dismiss me with such ease?
My body burned with unsatisfied need, and humiliation, as I pulled at the door handle. It would not relent. How the hell was I supposed to open this thing? I yanked harder, fearing for a moment I might ruin the handle, before deciding, I really didn't care. He had enough money to fix it. He could concentrate on fixing the car I'd break while I licked my newfound wounds.
There was a gentle thud and the door opened. I realized with even more humiliation, the car had been locked and Jace had been the one to unlock it. My cheeks burned again, as I threw myself from the car, determined to run to safety before he decided to say anything else. But, the heavens weren't so gracious.
"I'm sorry, Olivia." Jace spoke without looking at me as I closed the door. I should have slammed it, I thought. But I couldn't bring myself to abuse such a beautiful work of art.
I stood on the sidewalk, hugging my arms to my stomach as I watched the sleek car disappear into the night.
Chapter 5
I drove to Rush Industries because I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. Not after kissing Olivia. There was no coming back from something like that. It was, fucking, life altering. I was ruined. I could still taste her in my mouth and, somehow, her scent clung to my clothes. I could still smell her. She had a sweet fruity-floral scent that drove me to the brink of insanity. Everything about her drove me to the edges of insanity and, I knew, that soon I would, willingly, jump from the ledge.
I'd gone to see her with the intention of luring her to a bed. Any bed. I'd fully believed, before seeing her, if I could just get inside of her...just once, I would be able to move on without continuously being haunted by her. But, the moment I walked into that damn shop of hers, I'd been floored with the realization, I would never get her out of my system. She was not that kind of girl. As a matter of fact, I was beginning to think she was a species of woman that didn't exist in the masses.
"Shit," I rubbed my forehead as I rolled into the underground parking of Rush Industries.
The only way to access the building at this hour was through the underground garage. It was restricted and only a handful of people had access through their key card and punch code. Security had always been exceedingly important to me. I employed twenty-four hour surveillance, although, I had never been one to enjoy the idea of having another person glued to my hip, the way my father had. Some believe it is foolish that I do not have a bodyguard, but I've never felt the need.
I threw the Bugatti into park and stepped onto the concrete. The lights were bright and I couldn't wait to get up to the top floor where my office resided. My office was my sanctuary. If I wanted, I could live there, and for the most part, I was so busy, that I did.
I swiped my key card at the elevator and waited as the private elevator, reserved for staff on the top floor
"You smell so good." Jace's whisper was tortured against my neck as he inhaled deeply. "I fear if I do not stop now, I will take you in my car, whether you are ready or not."
I moaned at his words. I wanted his mouth back on mine. I wanted his hands on my body. "I'm ready."
Jace groaned and pulled back until he was sitting in his seat. There was too much distance between us. I felt as though I was robbed of an essential need to survive as he moved away from me. I wanted to grasp hold of the expensive black dress shirt he wore and pull him closer to me. "Good night, Olivia."
My mouth dropped open as my mind struggled to comprehend his words. He wanted me gone? After a kiss as hot as that, he wanted me to walk away? Was he so unaffected by me that he could dismiss me with such ease?
My body burned with unsatisfied need, and humiliation, as I pulled at the door handle. It would not relent. How the hell was I supposed to open this thing? I yanked harder, fearing for a moment I might ruin the handle, before deciding, I really didn't care. He had enough money to fix it. He could concentrate on fixing the car I'd break while I licked my newfound wounds.
There was a gentle thud and the door opened. I realized with even more humiliation, the car had been locked and Jace had been the one to unlock it. My cheeks burned again, as I threw myself from the car, determined to run to safety before he decided to say anything else. But, the heavens weren't so gracious.
"I'm sorry, Olivia." Jace spoke without looking at me as I closed the door. I should have slammed it, I thought. But I couldn't bring myself to abuse such a beautiful work of art.
I stood on the sidewalk, hugging my arms to my stomach as I watched the sleek car disappear into the night.
Chapter 5
I drove to Rush Industries because I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. Not after kissing Olivia. There was no coming back from something like that. It was, fucking, life altering. I was ruined. I could still taste her in my mouth and, somehow, her scent clung to my clothes. I could still smell her. She had a sweet fruity-floral scent that drove me to the brink of insanity. Everything about her drove me to the edges of insanity and, I knew, that soon I would, willingly, jump from the ledge.
I'd gone to see her with the intention of luring her to a bed. Any bed. I'd fully believed, before seeing her, if I could just get inside of her...just once, I would be able to move on without continuously being haunted by her. But, the moment I walked into that damn shop of hers, I'd been floored with the realization, I would never get her out of my system. She was not that kind of girl. As a matter of fact, I was beginning to think she was a species of woman that didn't exist in the masses.
"Shit," I rubbed my forehead as I rolled into the underground parking of Rush Industries.
The only way to access the building at this hour was through the underground garage. It was restricted and only a handful of people had access through their key card and punch code. Security had always been exceedingly important to me. I employed twenty-four hour surveillance, although, I had never been one to enjoy the idea of having another person glued to my hip, the way my father had. Some believe it is foolish that I do not have a bodyguard, but I've never felt the need.
I threw the Bugatti into park and stepped onto the concrete. The lights were bright and I couldn't wait to get up to the top floor where my office resided. My office was my sanctuary. If I wanted, I could live there, and for the most part, I was so busy, that I did.
I swiped my key card at the elevator and waited as the private elevator, reserved for staff on the top floor
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