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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Fletcher stood in hispenthouse and stared out at the city lights while he nursed a glass of Macallan whiskey.
New York was beautiful at night, and he never tired of the sight. Of course, he had one of the best views but he never took it for granted.
He may have grown up with wealth, but one thing both his parents had done was make sure all three of the boys understood hard work and what it took to create and keep wealth.
They had all started at the ground level of Dufort Hotels, learning the ropes. Not only did it give them a good understanding of what made the business tick, it taught them relationship skills with people from all walks of life.
Not just the rich and famous they rubbed shoulders with. For business or pleasure.
He turned away from the window and let out a sigh. How many God damn dayswerethere in a week?
Friday felt like it was a year away, but fortunately it was only one more sleep. He was counting down to his weekend with Olivia like a kid in the lead-up to Christmas.
By damn sleeps.
He couldn’t wait to have her here in his home.
Now that they both knew they would be spending more time together, a flirty sexual tension had returned between them. Shared smiles, shooting glances as they walked past each other in the hallway.
Yesterday he had given in and tugged her into the stationery cupboard—which he hadn’t known existed till he shoved open the door—and tugged up her skirt as he kissed the life out of her.
He’d lifted her onto a shelf and ripped her panties aside, pressing a finger inside her. Her face had nearly made him cum in his pants. The shock and pleasure of her features as her eyes screamed more had him on his knees the next minute.
Tugging the lace to the side as he slid his tongue through her pussy, sucking on her clit had felt so fucking naughty.
“Fletcher, oh my God,” she had cried as an orgasm crashed through her. And she had tasted like heaven.
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THE NEXT DAY FLETCHERalmost danced into the office. Even the board meeting couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, although Hunter shot him a look that saidwe all know you’re fucking Oliviaso that had sobered him somewhat.
Even though they didn’t.
No one did.
Hunter thought he knew, and fine, he was right, but he didn’t know for sure.
He’d texted Olivia to meet him downstairs after work and instructed Frederick to load her luggage into the car.
When he climbed in, she was sitting in the back seat, scrolling on her phone. Fletcher sat beside her, told Frederick to take them to his place, pressed the privacy button, and then waited for it to slide shut.
Then he pulled her into his arms.
She giggled against his mouth, making him grin.
“I can’t kiss you while you’re laughing.” He held her face.
“I’m so glad you forced me into this,” she admitted.
“You make me sound like some sexual deviant kidnapper.” He groaned.
“Well, I’m hoping,” she teased.
“You will want for nothing, baby,” he promised.
Baby?
