When Paige left, Olivia stared down at the table for a minute, then those gorgeous eyes rose to him, and he said, “You two seem close.”
“Incredibly. It’s just the two of us.” She smiled.
He sensed there was more to that story by the way her shoulders curved. But he was not there to chat with her about her past. Those conversations would come later. There were things he looked for—and needed—in a submissive to feel fulfilled. “Now Olivia…” He grabbed the side of her chair and pulled her closer. Her startled gasp hardened his cock to steel. “For this to work…”—he was always careful in these initial meetings not to implicate himself, saying just enough to get the information he needed—“the most important thing we need between us is chemistry.” He stared into her eyes, watching them dilate with her arousal. “It’s an incredible thing, don’t you think?” Her lips parted, and her tongue snuck out, both causing his dick to twitch. “How powerful it is that looking at someone alone can bring so much intensity.” He looked into her eyes again. “Do you agree?”
She nodded.
“May I touch you?” He needed to test her. Without chemistry, he wouldn’t go any further.
“Yes.”
Keeping his eyes on hers, he ran his finger up her arm, enjoying her shiver. He lowered his voice, drawn into her. “Chemistry is an incredible thing considering how little I know about you, and yet by touch alone, I know all I need to.”
When he dragged his finger across her bare shoulder, her eyes fluttered, a soft moan spilling from her mouth. “What do you know?” she whispered.
He captured her chin, waiting for her to open her eyes. When he snagged those dark beauties into his control, he slid his fingers across her jawline and smiled at her breathy moan. “That we’ll be just fine together.”
Usually with submissives he stopped now. Before her. He already knew when they played, they would have the connection he required as a dominant. And yet…and yet, he couldn’t help himself from leaning in and lowering his face to her neck, inhaling deeply.
She smelled fresh and sweet. She didn’t drown herself in perfume, allowing him to enjoy her natural fragrance. And he liked it.
Testing her further, he brushed his lips against her neck and her pulse hammered beneath his mouth. She stayed still, her ragged breaths sounding rough by his ear. “Tell me what you’re feeling right now,” he ordered, sliding his mouth upward.
She moaned.
He nipped her ear. “I require you to answer me when I ask a question. Tell me you understand?”
“Yes, I understand,” she rasped.
He nipped her earlobe again, smiling at her hard shudder. “The correct re
sponse is: Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir.” She gasped.
He hesitated then planted his mouth by her ear. “I’m waiting for your answer.” He would not repeat himself.
She paused now. He had no doubt if he looked at her face, he would find her eyes closed, her mouth parted, desperate for him to make his move. Instead, he waited for her response.
It came a second later.
“I want you to kiss me.”
“Is that so?” He smiled against her neck then leaned away and captured her chin. His cock throbbed when he found her expression exactly as he had pictured it. But when she opened her eyes, laying him with the emotion in their depths, she blindsided him.
His lips met hers that instant. There was no thought anymore. There was only what she needed of him and his inability to refuse her. He lightly kissed her, opening and closing his mouth with hers, testing the way she wanted his affection. He had a moment of clarity when he realized he should back away, but then she moaned into his mouth, and he slid his hand to her nape, angling her head and deepening the kiss. Her tongue swirled with his, and she melted beneath his mouth, her eager moan spilling out across him. She made him ache, and when he felt himself yearn to reach for her arms to pull her across the table and onto his lap, he forced himself to break away.
He pressed his forehead against hers and cupped her cheek until the twitch of his muscles indicating his need to lay her out on this table and make her come against his mouth faded. Only then did he lean away and stare into eyes that captivated him. The hunger for this woman was a rare thing. “One week, Olivia. That’s what we’ve got.” It’s the only arrangement he would make, not for himself but for his submissives. The time was short enough to ensure no emotional attachments. The last thing he needed was a scorned submissive stalking him. “Is that agreeable to you?”
She leaned into his touch, breathless. Her lips were parted, all but begging him to return his mouth to hers and kiss the hell out of her until they were both screaming their pleasure. “Yes, sir.”
Lost in those eyes, he knew two things for certain. Either someone was setting him up with the perfect temptation. Or this woman was goddamn made for him.
Chapter 2
“Noah fucking Grant,” Paige gasped the very moment Olivia walked through the apartment door after work.
Olivia laughed, a purse in one hand, a file folder in the other. Paige had never looked so green with envy sitting on her beige cotton couch. Stone walls and worn light oak hardwood floors gave the space a rustic feel. A tall black bookshelf separated the room, with a double bed on one side and the couch and glass table with gold edging on the other. The television was turned on to an episode of Bones that Olivia knew for a fact Paige had already watched a dozen times.