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Later that evening, I send the message I’d been dreading to send all day to Ivy asking her if we can meet for lunch. She replies and suggests Monday as the weekends are busy for her. I can’t wait to see Jace tomorrow. He grounds me and makes my world safe again.
Chapter 34: Olivia
I’m giddy with excitement over seeing Jace. He’s only been gone overnight but it feels like weeks. I open the oven and the scent of grilled chicken breasts hits me. I insert the meat thermometer into the thickest part of the meat. Satisfied that it’s ready, I move the oven settings to warm. Dinner is grilled chicken, and spinach salad with cranberry and walnuts. The salad is already done.
I have twenty minutes before Jace gets home. Enough time for a shower and a change of clothes. In the shower, I scrub myself and then stand under the cascading water, letting it rinse off the soap. It’s nice to finally relax after a grueling day yesterday and part of this morning. The interview write-up is done and I sent Amelia a copy this morning when I was satisfied with it.
I’ve dealt with my emotions by simply refusing to think about anything other than the context of my job. I’ve become quite good at compartmentalizing things. My relationship with Jace has nothing to do with this assignment. It’s a lie but it’s the only way I can keep going and enjoy the time that I have left with him.
After my shower, I dress in Jace’s favorite shorts, which happen to be the tiniest as well, and a tank top. I laugh softly at my shamelessness. The doorbell rings and my heart skips a beat. He’s here.
I grab a hair band and tie my hair into a ponytail as I hurry to the front door. I press the buzzer to let him in, then open the front door. I can’t keep a smile from my face when the elevator comes to a stop and Jace steps out.
Jace frowns at me. “You could have let a stranger in.”
My grin grows wider as I step out and throw my arms around him. His hands go around my waist and I jump and wrap my legs around him. A laugh bursts out of him.
“I love you.” I bury my head in his neck, inhaling his masculine scent.
“You remembered,” Jace says, his voice thick with emotion. He moves with me until we’re inside the apartment.
I kick the door shut with my right leg. Jace carefully drops his bag to the floor and sits down with me still glued to him. He draws back and stares at me.
“Tell me again,” he says.
This will kill me when we’re no longer together but hopefully, it will be something for Jace to hold on to and know that I really did love him.
“I love you, Jace Anderson.”
“Fuck, Olivia. You have no idea how that makes me feel,” he says then kisses me so savagely and so sweetly, it turns my body into a puddle of mush.
His hands roam all over my body, pressing, squeezing, and kneading, before slipping under my t-shirt. They cup my breasts and his thumbs rub against both of my nipples. I caress Jace’s back, then move my hands to his head, threading them through his hair. I move from a five in terms of arousal to a thousand in a matter of seconds.
“Jace.” His name is a moan in my mouth.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Jace says, burying his head under my tank top. He grasps my breasts tightly together, then licks and sucks a nipple before moving to the other. He does this until I can’t take it anymore.
“I want you,” I say, answering his question minutes later.
Jace emerges from under my top and kisses me deeply before he stands up and carries me to the bedroom. He gently lowers me to the floor and proceeds to undress me, which is easy considering that I’m not wearing any underclothes.
“I like you like this,” he says in a gruff voice. “Ready for me.”
He tosses my top to the floor and stares hungrily at my naked body. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and kicks off his pants and boxer briefs, then he points at the bed. “Get on the bed. I want to taste you.”
My thighs tremble at the promise in his words. I get on the bed and lie down spreadeagled. No point in pretending not to want his mouth on me as badly as I do.
Jace folds my legs back and lies down between them. He blows hot air into my folds before descending and tantalizing me with his tongue and fingers. How will I ever find someone else like Jace? The most selfless lover I’ve ever been with. The one who turns my insides to fire.
When I orgasm, my cries of pleasure are intermingled with real tears of sadness. I hate that I got into a relationship with him while pretending to be someone else. He will never believe that my feelings for him were genuine.
We change positions and I get on top of him.
“Ride me, sweetheart,” Jace says, his voice lazy and his hands loose on my hips.
This is the moment I’ve been aching for. Having his cock inside me, stretching me, filling me, easing that ache that only Jace can ease. I move slowly at first, savoring the feeling of having his cock moving in and out of my pussy.
When I orgasm, I come in cascades, one orgasm after another. Jace sits up and grips my ass. He moves me up and down on his cock as if I weigh nothing. I throw my hands around his neck, bracing myself for the ride of my life.
