She steps closer to me, putting her hand on my waistband.
I gasp as her fingers play along my abdominal muscles.
I help her slowly remove my shirt, and she looks at me like I’m a sculpture, some kind of work of art.
She slides her hands across my chest, her nails flicking along my nipples, and I sway toward her, my dick hardening instantly.
“Poor baby,” she murmurs. “You didn’t get to come earlier, did you?”
I shake my head, enraptured by her.
She drops to her knees, and my mouth goes dry.
I shove down my sweats, impatient, freeing myself, and she licks her lips, looking up at me with fuck-me eyes.
“You can fuck my throat, if you want.”
“I very much want that.” My voice comes out like a breath, and one person shouldn’t have this much power over me.
She wraps her hand around my shaft, and I thrust my hips forward as she puts her lips around me.
She hums, opening her throat, and I take her ponytail in my hand as her head bobs up and down.
I grunt, looking down at her watering eyes.
I thrust forward, just chasing my orgasm, and she gags but doesn’t miss a stroke.
When I spill into her mouth, she gasps and swallows, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself and then kneel, cupping her face in my hands and rubbing her tears away with my thumbs.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” She stumbles but rights herself as she stands up. “That was hot.”
“So hot,” I groan, and scoop her up into my arms.
She giggles and leans against me, and my heart swells with something like pride.
Part of me is hoping tonight puts me in some kind of lead.
I snuggle up against her in bed, and she leans into me, hooking her thigh around mine and tangling our legs together.
Maybe now, she’ll understand how I feel about her.
How I’ll always feel about her. No matter what happens with this baby.
Chapter Twenty-Six
SEBASTIAN
I’ve never consideredmyself the jealous type. Even with Sophie. Possessive? Sure. What’s mine is mine. But jealous? Jealousy comes from insecurity, and I’m pretty goddamn secure by my age.
But when it comes to Olivia....
She and Damien are flirting and making goo-goo eyes at each other every chance they get. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Every board meeting it’s just hot stares and yearning glances.
And I, for one, amoverit.