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working tomorrow, I’d like to cook for you on Monday night. Or go out, if you’re free. Your choice.”
Olivia’s stomach fluttered. She already knew which option she’d pick, because she wanted to be with him, and only him. “I do so love your cooking.”
Alex grinned, that slow, toe-curling grin that she loved so much. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“It’s settled then,” she murmured softly. Impulsively, she leaned over the seat and closed the distance between them. His lips immediately parted for hers once she initiated their kiss. His tongue lightly stroked her bottom lip, as though seeking an invitation. She let him in and moaned as fire ignited in her belly.
She mentally reminded herself to remember to take her birth control pill when she got back to her apartment upstairs. Because she had a feeling that she would need to be prepared for sex sooner than she’d anticipated.
She wanted to kiss him all evening, but the seat belt was starting to cut into her side and the stick shift was pressing uncomfortably into her abdomen. With regret, she leaned back. Alex’s eyes remained closed for a brief second before he leaned his head back against the headrest, exhaling a harsh breath. She almost smiled, feeling infinitely pleased that she could put such a look on his face.
He glanced over at her, his voice husky, “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
Olivia frowned when she suddenly remembered her phone and the mysterious, disturbing texts. She’d turned it off at the party, but she realized that she’d have to turn it back on sooner or later.
“Okay, sounds great,” she said brightly, before he could question the look on her face. “I’ll see you soon,” she said, smiling, before she unbuckled the seatbelt and pushed the car door open. She waved once she shut the door behind her. Alex waited until she made it safely into her building before he pulled away from the curb.
Olivia decided to turn her phone on in the elevator. She tapped her foot nervously while waiting for the signal to reconnect and for text messages or missed calls to come through. And by the time she reached her apartment, she felt so relieved that she’d received no further text messages from the blocked number. She nearly danced with joy from the respite. The only message she’d received was from Christie, asking about her evening.
Relaxing, she decided she’d fill in her friend tomorrow. Of course, she’d leave out what Alex had confided in her because that was just between them.
By the time she finally crawled into bed, she sighed with happiness, feeling relaxed for the first time all evening.
Chapter Eleven
Olivia woke in the middle of the night, gasping softly.
She was wet and aroused, having awakened from a very explicit dream involving Alex and a vibrator she’d owned in college. He’d been toying with her, bringing her to the edge of release over and over again with that pink vibrator, only to deny her at the very last moment. But he’d been pleasuring himself. She thought she’d begged him for a taste, but she couldn’t remember clearly enough to be sure.
Groaning, she rolled her hips into her mattress, seeking reprieve from the tension built up inside her. This was what she got for denying the both of them. A wet dream. And Alex wasn’t even here to give her a hand. Or something else…
It was a cold night outside, but she felt warm. Her nipples were tight with arousal and, through her tank top, she softly ran the tips of her fingers over them, feeling the pleasure running down from her breasts to her sex.
She glanced over at her phone on the nightstand, briefly considering calling Alex. She wanted to hear his voice when she came and she knew he’d appreciate the call…a lot. Despite the time of night.
However, her judgment outweighed her desire…but it didn’t stop her fingers from traveling over
Olivia’s stomach fluttered. She already knew which option she’d pick, because she wanted to be with him, and only him. “I do so love your cooking.”
Alex grinned, that slow, toe-curling grin that she loved so much. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“It’s settled then,” she murmured softly. Impulsively, she leaned over the seat and closed the distance between them. His lips immediately parted for hers once she initiated their kiss. His tongue lightly stroked her bottom lip, as though seeking an invitation. She let him in and moaned as fire ignited in her belly.
She mentally reminded herself to remember to take her birth control pill when she got back to her apartment upstairs. Because she had a feeling that she would need to be prepared for sex sooner than she’d anticipated.
She wanted to kiss him all evening, but the seat belt was starting to cut into her side and the stick shift was pressing uncomfortably into her abdomen. With regret, she leaned back. Alex’s eyes remained closed for a brief second before he leaned his head back against the headrest, exhaling a harsh breath. She almost smiled, feeling infinitely pleased that she could put such a look on his face.
He glanced over at her, his voice husky, “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
Olivia frowned when she suddenly remembered her phone and the mysterious, disturbing texts. She’d turned it off at the party, but she realized that she’d have to turn it back on sooner or later.
“Okay, sounds great,” she said brightly, before he could question the look on her face. “I’ll see you soon,” she said, smiling, before she unbuckled the seatbelt and pushed the car door open. She waved once she shut the door behind her. Alex waited until she made it safely into her building before he pulled away from the curb.
Olivia decided to turn her phone on in the elevator. She tapped her foot nervously while waiting for the signal to reconnect and for text messages or missed calls to come through. And by the time she reached her apartment, she felt so relieved that she’d received no further text messages from the blocked number. She nearly danced with joy from the respite. The only message she’d received was from Christie, asking about her evening.
Relaxing, she decided she’d fill in her friend tomorrow. Of course, she’d leave out what Alex had confided in her because that was just between them.
By the time she finally crawled into bed, she sighed with happiness, feeling relaxed for the first time all evening.
Chapter Eleven
Olivia woke in the middle of the night, gasping softly.
She was wet and aroused, having awakened from a very explicit dream involving Alex and a vibrator she’d owned in college. He’d been toying with her, bringing her to the edge of release over and over again with that pink vibrator, only to deny her at the very last moment. But he’d been pleasuring himself. She thought she’d begged him for a taste, but she couldn’t remember clearly enough to be sure.
Groaning, she rolled her hips into her mattress, seeking reprieve from the tension built up inside her. This was what she got for denying the both of them. A wet dream. And Alex wasn’t even here to give her a hand. Or something else…
It was a cold night outside, but she felt warm. Her nipples were tight with arousal and, through her tank top, she softly ran the tips of her fingers over them, feeling the pleasure running down from her breasts to her sex.
She glanced over at her phone on the nightstand, briefly considering calling Alex. She wanted to hear his voice when she came and she knew he’d appreciate the call…a lot. Despite the time of night.
However, her judgment outweighed her desire…but it didn’t stop her fingers from traveling over
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