Not Sorry

I smile and grab her hand as we run down the hallway, toward the elevator. I know before we even reach the elevator how much of a mistake this is. I’m going to regret it as soon as it happens, but I don’t care. Right now, all I can do is think with my dick instead of my head.

I press the elevator button, and then we wait while Olive holds on to her cat, studying me like I’m going crazy.

The elevator door opens a second later, and I make my intentions very clear. I push Olive into the elevator. I take the cat out of her arms and place him on the ground along with the bag that she has been carrying over her shoulder. I kiss her like I’m desperate for her, like this is the last time I’ll ever be able to kiss her again. Because it just might be. Each time I kiss her or fuck her, it should be the last time, so that’s how I consider it—like it’s the last time.

My hand slips inside her pajama pants and panties until I find her spot between her folds that will make her forget about the fact that we’re riding down in an elevator and that anyone could step on at any moment and see my hand down her pants.

I lean back and click the button for the ground floor. Then, I whisper into her ear as my fingers rub over her clit, “You have until we get to the ground floor to come. But don’t worry, baby; I’ll make you come long before we get there.”

I watch as she sucks in a breath. Her cheeks flush pink, and she closes her eyes, trying to keep in the sudden sensation I’m causing inside her.

But she can still get words out. “But what if someone gets on the elevator before we can get to the ground?”

I bite her earlobe, making her let go of the tiny bit of control she was holding on to. “Then, you’d better come fast.”

I slip a finger into her pussy while I keep rubbing against her clit. I kiss down her neck, loving the moans. I love how I can control her, make her think anything, make her do anything that I want. I can even make her stop breathing. I’ve never been with a woman whom I’ve had such control over—at least when it comes to sex. I just wish I had the same control over the rest of her, too.

I bring her close to coming over and over, but I don’t let her come until we’re almost to the ground floor, just one floor above.

“Come, baby,” I say.

She comes, screaming my name again, while grabbing my hair, clawing at my body, as she completely loses control.

I slip my hand out of her panties just as the door is opening, and then I put my fingers in my mouth, sucking her juices off them.

Olive’s eyes grow wide. She looks from me to the elevator door opening where I’m sure there’s someone standing. I firmly kiss her on the lips and then pick up the bag from the floor before scooping up her cat and placing it in her arms.

Then, I grab her hand and lead her out of the elevator, not even paying attention to the people who are staring at us with disgust on their faces. I don’t care what they think. I got to make Olive come again. I got to hear her sexy voice as she screamed. I got to feel her body one last time.

I watch Olive breathing quickly while we wait for the valet to bring my car around. She is still breathing hard and fast five minutes later when we both climb into the car. Her cat immediately curls up into a circle in her lap, feeling perfectly comfortable in my car.

I start driving, already knowing exactly where we’re going, but I know that Olive is going to ask me soon where we are going.

“Where are we going?” she asks just a second later when she realizes I’m not heading in the direction of her apartment.

“Vegas.”

“We can’t go to Vegas! We have to work…the company. I don’t have any clothes or things packed. I’m wearing pajamas, for Christ’s sake!”

I grin. “Are you finished?”

She frowns. “No, I’m not finished. My life isn’t like yours. I just can’t up and decide to leave. I have people who rely on me. I need to work for money, unlike some people.”

I pull out my phone, pressing one of my assistant’s numbers. When she answers, I say, “I need you to go to Olive’s apartment and gather her things to go to Vegas for a few days. And then I need you to go to my condo and do the same thing. Make sure the jet is ready to go in an hour.”

I hang up the phone without waiting for her to respond because I already know that it’s going to be done. That’s her job to make sure that she gets done whatever I tell her to.

“There. Does that make you happy?”

“No, it doesn’t make me happy. How will your assistant know what to bring me?”

“Because it’s her job to know things like that. You will have

everything you need and everything your cat needs to go to Vegas for a couple of days.”

“Why are we going to Vegas? What’s so important that we need to go there? Because I can already see, you’re slipping on your rule about having sex only one time.”

I frown. “Don’t worry; I won’t slip up again—at least, not until you know everything important there is to know about me.”