Page 14 of Big Built Boss

Her eyes search mine, wide and luminous in the moonlight.

“I want this, Alex,” she says softly but with a conviction that sends a shiver down my spine. “I want this as much as you do.”

Her words hit me square in the chest, and for a moment, all I can do is nod. Then I reach for her hand, threading my fingers through hers, and lead her inside.

Tonight, everything changes.

Chapter Eight

Olivia

His hand encloses around my wrist, warm and strong as he guides me through the dimly lit house. The shadows of the room blur, but the proximity between us is all that matters. I feel the steady pulse of my heart quicken as anticipation rises, the weight of the moment hanging between us. I’m already lost in it, lost in him, as he gently lowers me onto his bed.

After the dinner at Vito’s coming back to his house was an absolute no-brainer for me. I think we’re both over pretending that there’s nothing going on between us.

His eyes never leave mine, a promise in them as he leans over me. “I want to make you feel every moment,” he says, his voice low, thick with desire.

I meet his gaze, my chest tightening with a rush of emotions. “I want everything,” I breathe, the words escaping before I can stop them.

“I’ll give you everything you want,” he promises, his shirt pulled off in one swift motion. The dim light catches the muscles of his chest, and for a second, I can’t tear my eyes away from theway his body moves, like a work of art made just for me. But he doesn’t let me linger in the sight of him for long. His hands are already on me, urging me to sit up so he can help me out of my own clothes.

It’s a slow, deliberate process—his fingers brushing over my skin with a reverence that makes my breath catch. When he unclasp my bra, it feels like another step closer to something I can’t fully articulate yet. I can’t explain the ache building inside me, the need for him that’s only growing.

His touch is soft but insistent as he moves lower, gently tugging at my pants. Every move feels like a whisper, a promise, as he undresses me, taking his time, savoring every inch of skin he uncovers. When we’re finally bare, the air between us feels thick with expectation, and I can’t help but reach for him, pulling him back to me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice hushed, reverent. He hovers above me, his lips brushing over mine in a kiss that’s slow, exploratory, as though he’s giving me the time I need to adjust, to decide how far I want to go.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” he admits against my lips, his hands framing my face as he kisses his way down my neck, his lips brushing over my skin in a way that sends shivers down my spine. His touch is so tender, each kiss an affirmation, a vow. I shudder beneath him, my body responding to the softness of his movements, the tenderness that coats everything he does.

It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. The way his lips trail over my skin, his hands ghosting over my sides. I can’t help the whimper that escapes me when he reaches my shoulder, histeeth grazing my skin in a teasing touch that sends heat pooling in my stomach.

Alex takes his time, exploring me, taking me in like I’m something precious. His lips find their way to my chest, his breath warm against my skin. Every kiss, every flick of his tongue, sends a wave of sensation through me, leaving me gasping, clinging to him. When he circles my nipple with his tongue, I can’t help the gasp that escapes me, my body arching into him.

“God, you feel so good,” I murmur, my fingers threading into his hair, urging him on, needing more.

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he moves from one side to the other, giving each part of me the same deliberate attention. His teasing touch drives me crazy, making it harder to think, harder to focus on anything other than the way he’s making me feel.

He moves lower, his lips kissing their way down my stomach, making me giggle softly at the ticklish sensation. But it’s a welcome sound—one of comfort, one of connection. His mouth dips into my belly button, and the way his hair brushes against my sensitive skin makes me shiver again, my body trembling beneath his.

I can feel the heat building inside me, the craving for more, but he’s still not where I want him. He kisses and nips at the inner part of my thighs, his touch light but purposeful. He’s teasing me, holding back just enough to make the ache unbearable.

“Please,” I breathe, my voice thick with need. “I need you, Alex.”

He smiles against my skin, his eyes locking with mine as he crawls back up to hover above me, his lips barely brushing mine. I can feel his breath on my face, feel the weight of his gaze as he slowly aligns himself with me.

“You sure?” he asks, his voice soft but full of desire, his words meant for me and me alone.

Instead of answering with words, I press my hips toward him, a motion that speaks louder than anything I could say. He groans in response and lines himself up, pressing into me with slow deliberation. I gasp as the feeling of him inside me takes my breath away.

He’s so perfectly attuned to me, every movement calculated to make me feel every inch of him. I grip his back, my fingers digging into his skin as he starts to move, his pace steady, building. His muscles shift beneath me, and I can feel the tension in his body, the restraint he’s holding onto as he moves within me. It’s almost maddening how he takes his time, but it’s perfect.

“You’re so incredible,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse as his rhythm picks up, the pace increasing, and I can’t help but respond, my own body moving in sync with his, meeting each thrust. The world falls away, leaving just the two of us, lost in the sensation, lost in each other.

He leans down to kiss me again, and it’s desperate, messy, full of need and hunger. Our mouths meet in a clash of lips and teeth, and I meet him with equal fervor. I feel the heat of him,the raw intensity of everything he’s giving me, and I respond with everything I have.

“Alex,” I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper, but it’s enough to make him growl, to make him move faster, harder. My body trembles beneath him as I get closer to the edge, the tight coil inside me winding impossibly tighter.

He shifts again, changing the angle, and suddenly, everything explodes. I cry out as the pressure inside me snaps, my body writhing beneath him as waves of pleasure crash over me. I hold onto him, nails digging into his skin, feeling him move through me as I ride the crest of the orgasm.

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