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I keep massaging inside her, making sure she’s watching every fucking second of it. Olivia is breathtaking when she’s got her eyes on her own pleasure. She’s enamored, her beautiful chocolate eyes glossy. Her plump lips slack and parted. The more I touch, the wilder she gets. Her hips jerking against my hand, her body rolling in my hold.
And then she stops.
Body tight. Body clenched. Body on the edge…
Then a shudder.
Her thighs lock hard. I grin into her throat as the walls of her pussy tighten and constrict my fingers. The pulse of her is like a drum cadence. Powerful. Deep. And the moaning exhale as she crests and comes apart in my arms is the sweetest song I’ve ever heard.
I pull my fingers out of her while she’s still shaking. Licking them clean, I grin at her and wink.
“I like the silver dress. You should get that one.”
36
REESE
We leave Macintyre’s as two completely different people. Olivia is a vision in her silver dress, a platinum blonde wig, and professional makeup that enhances what a natural goddess she is. We even found her a pair of strappy heels in the same silver shade of her dress to match.
As for me, I got a casual slacks and suspenders get-up that goes well with the newsboy cap I chose and the messy hair beneath. Olivia ragged on me for not going far enough, but it’s so far from my usual style, no one’s gonna clock me while we’re out.
The restaurant and club isn’t that far from Macintyre’s. I pull us into valet parking, handing my keys off to the kid working along with a hundred-dollar bill to ensure my ride is taken care of.
The valet rolls off and I slip my arm into Olivia’s. She seems nervous, fingers fiddling with her wig. I lean down and nuzzle against her neck. “Relax. No one’s gonna know who we are.”
Proving my point, when we get to the door of the restaurant, the hostess smiles at me. “Welcome back, Mr. Weatherby. We’ve been anticipating you! Right this way.”
Olivia looks up at me in confusion as we follow the hostess. I wink at her and whisper, “I’ll tell you when we sit down.”
We’re taken through the restaurant. The vibe here is chill, lowkey. Most of the people that come here have so much money to blow that there’s no prices on the menus. We pass by quiet tables where men entertain their pretty trophy wives and/or sugar babies and no one bats an eye in our direction.
The hostess brings us toward the back and through a set of French doors. The other side has an intimate round table with two chairs and a lounge area with an open bar. We sit and are given menus. The Italian fare is printed on gilt-edged paper.
“Just ring the call bell when you’re ready to order, Mr. Weatherby. As always, the bar is at your disposal.”
As soon as the hostess is gone, Olivia turns to me. “Okay so what’s all this about, Mr. Weatherby?!”
I chuckle. I like that face she makes, with her nose wrinkled up and her finger jabbing at me in playful accusation. Actually, come to think of it, I like all of her faces.
“If you’re going to dress up like someone you’re not, you might as well create an alias, too. Fewer questions asked. As far as anyone here knows, I come from a wealthy family. A trust fund baby with a lot of cash to spend and I spend it well. Plus, I’m willing to pay for private VIP.” I wave my hand around to encompass the gardens we’re seated in. “Cool, huh?”
“‘Cool’ is a way to put it…” Her attention falls to the menu.
“Get whatever you want,” I encourage her. “The Weatherby fortune is endless.”
She looks up at me and does that lip-gnawing number that drives me crazy. “Are you sure? You already paid for the dress and all.”
“You need to learn how to let me take care of you, Olivia Carter. Relax. Drink. Eat. I will handle everything.”
She giggles, then falls quiet. “Alright,” she relents. “Just for tonight, Mr. Weatherby.”
* * *
For the next hour, I have the pleasure of wining and dining Olivia to her heart’s content. A sampler of charcuterie and cheeses, authentic mezzaluna pasta and wine sauce, huge cuts of sweet tiramisu. Anything that appealed to her, I made sure she got it. If she loved it, I ordered another.
Watching her try new things with such enthusiasm makes me want to do it again and again. I want to give her more experiences. The way her face lights up when she tastes something she likes, how she gushes, sends a roar of ownership through me.
It’s my job to give her these things.
