Page 19 of Trapped with My Rival Billionaire Grump

“Slow down or you’ll choke,” I scolded playfully, moving closer to tuck her hair behind her ear. “So, what happened at work?”

Olivia let out a sigh telling me she had been a long day. As we ate and tried to watch our movie, she shared the story of Mr. Thompson’s indecisiveness, the near mishap with an article, and how Naomi had come to the rescue in her unique way. By the time she finished narrating everything, we ate and sat back to watch our movie properly.

“It sounds like a tough day for you,” I said, pulling her closer.

She snuggled into my chest. “It was. I wanted to come to your office and cry.”

“You know you could have,” I said, knowing I would drop everything and be there for her in an instant. “You know I wouldn’t mind.”

“And I also know you have to work,” she countered, her tone firm. “I don’t see you coming to cry about work in my office.”

“That’s because you’re not the boss there. I don’t want you to get fired, especially when you love your job so much,” I explained, hoping to make her see reason.

I wouldn’t go crying to her office even if she was the boss. I’d probably go for something entirely different. After months together, I expected my sexual appetite for her to diminish, but I still wanted her just as much, if not more. I couldn’t get enough of her and constantly found myself losing control, especially when I needed to keep it.

“Should I just fire your boss?” I joked. Although it was in jest, I couldn’t help but wonder if Olivia’s work life would be easier if she didn’t have a boss.

“It is not your company!” Olivia rolled her eyes.

“I could buy it,” I said flatly, already considering the options

She blinked twice, as to confirm she had heard me correctly. “No, you won’t. I’d kill you if you did.”

“I’m just kidding.” I laughed, pulling her onto my lap. “You know I can’t resist you when you take that tone with me.”

Olivia raised a brow and pushed at my chest, standing up. “I need to get a drink.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto my legs. “Who said you could stand up?” I whispered in her ear. “I need my desert.”

Olivia gasped, pressing her back against me. “I’ll get you some ice cream.”

I chuckled, turning her around to face me. “The only kind of cream I need and want is right here on my lap.”

“Then take me, Beckett,” Olivia teased, biting her lip. She moved closer and kissed me behind the ear. I couldn’t suppress a low moan as I ripped the blue dress she was wearing off her body. She gasped. “My dress!”

“I’ll buy you a new dress,” I promised and proceeded to take off her bra. When I got to her panties, my patience waned and I tore them off as well.

Standing up, I brought her with me and placed her on her hands and knees over the back of the couch before taking off my shirt and starting to pull my pants down. When I had them halfway down, I couldn’t wait any longer and plunged into her, hitting home.

“Ethan!” she gasped, her hand gripping the couch tightly.

My thrusts were deep and fast, matching the intensity of my desire. I leaned over her caressing her breasts, playing with her nipples as she arched her back against me, deepening the stroke. Her gasps and moans turned into screams as her body trembled in my hands.

With her screams, my pace quickened, and my orgasm neared. With one final deep thrust, we both reached our peak. I held onto Olivia, steadying her trembling body as I let out a groan of pleasure.

I kissed her back, trailing kisses along her spine as I gently pulled out of her quivering pussy.

“Easy, Olivia,” I whispered, kissing her shoulder blade while running my hand soothingly over her back. I laid her on the couch and stared down at her pouty lips before kissing her passionately.

Just as we were lost in the moment, we were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. “Damn it!” I cursed, hastily pulling up my pants. “Who in the hell could that be?”

Olivia sat up slowly, wrapping a blanket around her body. I walked toward the door, still adjusting my fly, and opened it, only to be met with the biggest shock of my life.

“J-James?” I stammered.

No one other than Olivia or James would come to my house this late without notice. The only other people who could do this were my parents, and they weren’t even in the city at the moment. Besides, if they were on their way here, mom would have called and I would have known.

Fuck it. I’m doomed!I thought as I glanced back at Olivia whose eyes were opened wide. I always knew I would have to tell James about us someday, but I never imagined it would happen like this; definitely not after having sex with his sister on the couch. Just perfect!

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