“I understand if that means you don't want to do this.”She gestured vaguely between us.
I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand, and she leaned in, eyes drifting closed.“Sunny, your past doesn't change how I feel about you.But I need to know if you're ready for this.For us.”
A flicker of uncertainty crossed her beautiful face.“I want to be.God, Carter, I want it so badly.”
“Then we'll take it slow.No pressure, no expectations.”
She grabbed one of my hands and toyed with my fingers.“You don't mind that I'm still technically married?”
“I mind that he hurt you,” I growled.“I mind that he's making this difficult for you.But no, I don't mind that you're still legally tied to him.We'll deal with that when the time comes.”
She smiled and the worried line between her brows smoothed out.“Thank you.”
I kissed her, savoring the soft warmth of her lips against mine.When we parted, I couldn't help but grin.“Besides, I'm pretty sure I've already broken about a dozen HR rules by bringing you here.What's one more?”
“I'm pretty sureyou areHR.”
“Perfect.I'll let myself off the hook this time.”
Her laugh was light and carefree.It was a melody I wanted to hear every day for as long as I lived.
“So, what now?”she asked, tugging lightly on the hair at the nape of my neck.
I caught her hand, bringing it to my lips.“Now, we take things one day at a time.No rush.Slow.”
“Hmm.Carter?”
“Yeah, Sunny?”
“Can you go back to kissing me now?”
* * *
“Olivia,this is not taking it slow.”
I sat on Olivia's couch, watching with rapt attention as the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on stood up and shed the skin-tight dress she'd worn to the club.
“I never agreed to slow.”
My eyes drank in every inch of newly exposed skin.Her red lacy lingerie left little to the imagination.She was an exquisitely wrapped gift just waiting to be opened.My breath caught as I took in the sight of her—tanned, toned, and utterly breathtaking.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, unable to tear my gaze away from the damp and darkened fabric of her panties.
Olivia's lips curved into a coy smile as she approached me, her hips swaying with each step.My cock twitched in my jeans, begging for release.I couldn't believe this was happening—that this goddess of a woman was standing before me, practically naked and ready for whatever came next.
“You okay there, Mr.Cassidy?”she asked, her voice sultry and teasing.
“Better than okay,” I managed to croak out.
She stepped closer, positioning herself between my legs.The scent of her perfume wafted over me, sweet and delicious.I reached out, my hands hovering inches from her hips, silently asking permission.
“You can touch me, you know,” she whispered, leaning down so her face was level with mine.
I didn't need to be told twice.Her skin was like liquid silk as my hands glided over her hips and settled on her waist.I looked up at her and saw my desire mirrored in her eyes.
“Olivia.”My voice was rough with want.“You're so fucking beautiful.”
She straddled my lap again.The heat of her pussy pressed against my aching dick, and I bit back a groan.Her hands grasped my shoulders, steadying herself as she settled onto me.
