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CHAPTER FIVE
Fletcher stood in theshower, his palm on the wall as the water from five shower heads blasted at him. His hand stroked his cock vigorously, trying to work out his frustration.
For the seventh or eighth time this week.
Since Monday, both he and Olivia had been trying to avoid each other as much as possible, but it was impossible. The nature of their jobs meant they worked closely together. However, Olivia had delegated many of her tasks and even when he personally requested her, she would send Thomas or Katy instead, which infuriated him.
Even though he knew it was the smart thing to do.
He closed his eyes against the harsh spray and imagined her bright red hair beneath his hand as her mouth surrounded his cock. He saw those blue eyes of hers as his cock swelled in his hand and imagined gripping her face and fucking her deep throat as she gagged, bringing him the desperate release he needed.
Fuck.
What Fletcher really wanted was to lay Olivia out on his bed and gaze upon her gorgeous body. He wanted to take his time and touch her, taste her, and completely devour her.
He wanted to cover her body with his larger one and dominate her, filling her, so she screamed his name as he thrust balls deep over and fucking over.
“God’s sake.” He groaned, gripping his cock again.
He could never do any of those things with her. Never. If he did, he would lose her.
But what if they did?
Too many times this week, Fletcher had considered proposing they get it out of their system.
Just once.
One hot and fucking incredible night.
Surely it would relieve the powerful chemistry between them and stop the torture.
The thing was, Fletcher wasn’t sure it would.
Recently, his attraction to Olivia had become so intense his interest in being with anyone else had vanished.
Like fucking zilch.
If he hadn’t been so sexually ramped up about her, he would have been booking a doctor’s appointment.
Fletcher knew it couldn’t go on.
Olivia was the one woman he couldn’t have.
Reluctantly, he’d scrolled through his phone and chosen someone to take to the SoHo Dufort launch tonight. Women were eager to slip inside his bed and bank account, so he wasn’t lacking options.
The last thing he needed was to be topped up with alcohol and be in the same room as Olivia.
Dakota Smithers was a socialite he’d taken to a few events in past years. She knew he’d ensure she had a good time, and then bid her farewell after their night ended.
It was for that reason he’d selected her.
He dressed in his black tux, ran his fingers through his dark locks, and slipped his feet into a pair of Prada’s. Tucking his phone into his jacket pocket, he took one last look in the mirror.
