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"That was insensitive of me. I was just taken aback. And I should have asked you if you were okay before even mentioning my career. That's more important than anything else."
Sliding past me, she crossed to the guest bed and sat down on the edge. There was silence but it wasn't awkward. If anything, it looked like she was trying to figure out what she wanted to say.
I sat beside her on the bed, giving her both physical and emotional space. I had a million questions, but I didn't want to press. Her eyes narrowed, unfocusing and glossing over.
Eventually, she sighed. "Five years ago, I was dating a man who I thought I had a future with. Long story short...he was a very good liar." Her bottom lip started to tremble, her hands wringing together. "I should have left, but I didn't really know what else to do."
He hurt her. I knew it. I could see it in her posture, in the way the memory contorted the expression on her face.
"You always think it can't happen to you." She twisted around and gave me a sad smile. "It's ironic because the day I finally fought back, I was the one who got arrested. I'm sorry if that affects your career."
Her apology was genuine, and it made me feel like shit. I was such an idiot for prioritizing my career instead of taking the time to actually talk to her. "Do not apologize, Olive. I'm the one who's sorry. For what happened to you. For not stopping to ask if you're okay. For putting my career first."
"Thank you for saying that."
"If I'm being honest, I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Maybe I'm taking on too much with this VP stuff. But what I do know is that I put you and Claire in this situation, and I'll do everything in my power to protect the both of you. You're safe with me, Olive."
Her eyes slowly widened. "Do you mean that?"
I squeezed her knee. "Of course, Olive. No matter what."
She leaned across the bed, and this time, when she kissed me, it was gentle, her lips soft. How could anyone hurt her? All I wanted to do was protect her. Scooping her face into my hands, my lips parted and my tongue slid into her mouth.
We fell sideways onto the bed, my arms cradling her as I pulled her against my chest. Her hands pressed against my cheeks, and her lips took hold of my tongue, sucking on it the same way I'd imagined her tongue would circle the head my cock.
Fuck. Blood rushed into my dick, my erection jerking in my pants and pressing against her leg. She gasped, releasing my tongue as she rolled me over onto my back and straddled me. With my hands resting on her hip, I stared up at her, entranced by the expression on her face.
There was an intensity in her gaze I hadn't seen before, a power in her eyes. She wanted me, but she wanted me in a way that made her feel powerful...and I was more than happy to give her that.
My hands slowly slid from her hips to her thighs, and I held her attention as she removed her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, but she didn't need to either. Her perfect tits were firm and round, her nipples hard as a fucking rock.
She slid her hands into the hem of my pants, and I lifted my hips as she pulled them over my ass, freeing my big hard cock. Her right hand was warm as it gripped my shaft.
Only her underwear separated her pussy from me, but she was so fucking soaked that I could feel the moisture as she shifted her body against my hips—and it only made me want her more.
Still locked in her gaze, she smiled. "I want to fuck you, Lucas."
Her words ripped the breath out of me. "Fuck me, Olive."
Holding my dick with her right hand, she used her left hand to slide her panties to the side. My heart pounded in my chest, my stomach fluttering as she guided my penis inside her pussy.
“Shit!” Her warm, moist lips accepted the head of my cock like a hug after a tired day. My sigh of pleasure was endless, and it only deepened as she lowered herself completely down onto me.
Throwing her head back, she cried out, her moan vibrating down her body.
I'd had sex with plenty of women in this position before, but with Olive, there was something different about it. Maybe it was my comfort with her...maybe it was the awareness of what had happened to her in the past, her vulnerability...I wasn't sure.
But as she started to rock her hips, sliding my cock back and forth inside her, she was taking control, finding her power...and I was relinquishing myself to her. This was about her pleasuring herself, her feeling good.
And something about that made me that much harder than I was before.
Gripping her hips, we fell into a rhythm. Her rocking forward and backward, and me guiding her pace, holding her to keep up with her.
"Fuck, Lucas." Her hands weaved across her breasts, plucking her own nipples as she lost herself in the throes of her own pleasure.
I loved it. She wasn't even moving particularly fast, but the pressure of her pussy was hitting my shaft in just the perfect place. As I started to slide toward my culmination, she paused, pressing her hands onto my chest.
She gathered her feet beneath her and eased herself off of me, hovering over me in a squatting position. Her hair draped around her like a cape, hiding her expression. What was she about to do?
