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I should have made a ‘moan scale’ for the different ways she’s whimpering.

“Oh my God…Hayes. Stop! Stop on that one. Holyfuck, that feels amazing.”

“What a good girl you are, getting yourself off in front of me,” I praise, drawing another loud moan from her chest. “Is this what you’re going to do when I’m on the road? Call me up, let me adjust the settings on this app, then finish once we hit 8?”

Olivia arches off the bed, the vibrator causing tremors throughout her body. “Yes. Oh God, I’m so close…”

Witnessing her gain the confidence to pleasure herself in front of me makes my heart and my dick swell.I love watching her come undone.“Be a good girl and make yourself come for me. Hold that toy right on your fucking clit and come so hard for me. I want you to see stars, siren.”

That’s all it takes for Olivia to explode, her arousal trickling out of her beautiful pussy. I turn the toy off, setting it on the nightstand, and climb on top of her, my cock pressing against her.

“That’s my good girl,” I groan, gazing deep into her heavy-lidded eyes. She’s still having aftershocks from her colossal orgasm, her mind trying to process the pleasure flowing within it. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, giving her a few seconds to catch her breath. “Olivia, you are exquisite. I cannot wait to use that next time I’m out of town, sweet girl,” I say as she flashes that stunning smile at me, “but right now, I’m going to fuck you hard until you beg me to stop.”

Her eyes roll back in her head as she whimpers with need, pushing me deeper as she lifts her hips. I know she wants me on her, in her, around her, I want that too, and I’m going to give this girl every-fucking-thing she wants.

35

olivia

Tonight is the big Bayview Bourbon party for their new Black Tie label campaign. Maggie and I spent months hunched over our desks like little trolls working to prepare for this launch, and now that it’s here, I finally get a chance to rest. Everyone from Lakeshore Creative will be here as well as some local Milwaukee celebrities, the local media, and several of the Riders. Maggie, God bless her gossipy self, told our client rep I was bringing Hayes as my date. So, they asked if we could get more of the Riders to help promote the brand. I was so hesitant to ask Hayes to invite all of his teammates, but his response was simply, “Hockey players and free bourbon? How many can the venue accommodate?” I secretly think Maggie did this as an excuse to be around more hockey players.

“Holy shit, Liv, this place looks unreal!” Maggie gasps as we walk into the event space at the art museum.

“Right? This is amazing.”

Maggie and I are here a little early to make sure everything is in place, and thankfully it looks fantastic. We hired an event planner to create a black-tie theme for the gala, and their attention to detail is unmatched. Black chiffon fabric, adorned with fairy lights, cascades across the ceiling while a stunningcrystal chandelier hangs in the center of the ballroom. There are multiple bars featuring samples of the new Black Tie label along with cocktails highlighting the new line. The dessert display boasts a variety of black and white colored sweets and the most adorable little tuxedo cake pops. Hanging throughout the space are various graphics Maggie designed, art boards showcasing the ads that will soon hit magazines, billboards, and commercials across the country. She even worked with our printing company to create giant cutouts of the bourbon bottles for guests to take photos with.I don’t think she realizes how talented she is.

“Mags, I still can’t believe we get to come to events like this.”

“Given the shit we put up with from people like Bill and the demanding clients we work with, we’d better get invited to these things.” She rolls her eyes, slowly spinning in a circle and taking it all in, a satisfied smile on her face. “It’s one of the few perks we get, and I, for one, am drinking my weight in top-shelf Black Tie Bourbon tonight.”

“Let’s hit the bar while we wait for guests to show up.”

As we wait for our drinks, I see five gentlemen in tuxedos walking into the gala in a ‘Flying V’ formation. The Milwaukee Steel Riders have arrived, and it’s as if they are walking in slow motion as nearly every head in the room turns to watch. I am stunned to see the most dapper one, the one I’ve been waiting for all night, is in the center, his eyes focused only on me.

Hayes. I swallow, my hand trembling as I straighten from the bar.Holy mother of pearl.

I’ve seen Hayes in a suit, and it’s aniceview, but Hayes in a tux? I’m going to need one of those old-timey southern lady fans to cool myself down.Especially since we are in an art museum and not a building full of ice. The way his pants hug his muscular thighs and highlight the fuck out of his juicy ass has me praying for this event to be over quickly. Not to mention that bowtie.Why does he look so hot in a bowtie?He’s going to need to walk behind me the rest of the night. This man looks like he stepped off the red carpet at a fancy awards ceremony surrounded by screaming fans. But he didn’t. He’s here. With me. Asmydate.

What world am I living in?

“Hey gorgeous,” Hayes says, placing a gentle kiss on my lips, his scent entrancing me.

“Hey handsome…you are wearing the hell out of that tux.”

“Me? You look absolutely stunning. Let me get a better look at you.” Hayes takes a step back, as I twirl around for him. As a short girl, I don’t typically wear floor-length dresses, but this canary yellow gown just spoke to me. I feel like a movie star from the 1920s.

“You like?”

Hayes pulls me close, whispering into my ear with a deep, dark tone, “There’s only one problem with this dress, Olivia…I can’t see your gorgeous legs, and it’s making me want to rip it off and fuck you senseless in the janitor’s closet.”

Heat crawls into my face, surging deep into my belly at the thought of Hayes and I fooling around at this event.

“I think that’s two problems,” I sass back, leaning closer into him.

“You’re looking for a punishment tonight, aren’t you, sweet girl?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I smile, his hand snaking around me to give me a pinch on the ass.

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