Perfectly Inappropriate

He slapped her bottom once, then twice, then three times. “Yes, sir.” She moaned. “I see exactly what you saw that day.”

His cock throbbed to sink deep inside her. This needy, confident side of her might be his favorite yet. Not wasting time, he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving the fabric open, then grabbed a condom from his wallet. She spread her legs, awaiting him while he dropped his pants right before he lowered to one knee. His mouth watered when he leaned in, and while he sheathed his cock, he said, “Tell me what you want, Olivia.”

“Your tongue,” she begged.

“Where?”

“Deep inside me, sir,” she moaned.

Which turned into a gasp when he grabbed her ass, spread her open, and licked her hot slit. She shivered, pressing herself against his mouth. He tickled her clit with his tongue until those soft moans became closer together. She tasted sweet and perfect, and he needed to be deep inside her where she wanted him to be too.

“Stare at yourself in that picture,” he told her, rising and grabbing the base of his cock before entering her.

She gasped her pleasure, and his eyes shut at her tightness. He sensed how close she was to coming, and he knew he would get there equally as fast. That photograph, the eroticism of it all, fueled this moment. This wasn’t about a slow sensual experience. This was about fucking in a public space in a dirty way and a good hard ride.

He did not dare to draw this out. He held on to her hips and while she looked at the photograph, he stared down at her perfect ass as he pounded into her tight heat. Waves of pleasure washed over him, his pelvis slapping against her jiggling bottom. His deep grunts echoed her moans, and with every hard thrust this became more than about pleasure alone. The claim to keep her brushed over him, pumping adrenaline into his muscles. In the highest peaks of his pleasure, he knew he wanted her to only, and always, look up at him while she pleasured him. That mouth belonged only and always on his cock. That heart he could see in her eyes when she smiled in the picture was handmade for his protection.

Beneath his touch, she began quivering, her breath hitching. He became lost in the same intensity, making his thrusts wild and fast, slamming the table into the wall. He didn’t care who heard them anymore. He wanted the world to see how good they were together. Because when she broke apart around him, and he followed her, he knew somewhere along the past few days he might have commanded her body, but she had touched his heart.

Chapter 11

The next morning, Olivia woke up with bedhead that a hairbrush had no hope of fixing. In Paige’s apartment, she dragged her feet, eyes half-open until the cold water hit her face. But really, being wide awake only made her see how tired she still looked. Her late nights with Noah were catching up with her. And she wondered how he fared this morning. Probably put together like always.

Last night with him had been intense. Emotionally. She needed a little room to breathe to catch up. And that was the reason she had come home instead of taking him up on his offer to spend the night.

Things had felt different last night. His touch felt different. And it was very easy to get lost in that touch. But should she? The question would not stop echoing in her mind.

It wasn’t until she left the apartment with Paige and ordered a coffee from the coffee cart on the corner of the street that she stopped thinking about herself. “What’s going on in Paige-land?” Olivia asked, suddenly feeling like the world’s worst friend. Lately, it had been all about her. So much so that Paige had skipped leaving early this morning to fit in time to talk since she’d had a late night at the bakery.

“Pfft, please,” Paige mused, stopping at the intersection and pressing the walk button. “Like I want to talk about me.” The corner started to crowd, but that didn’t stop Paige from adding, “Tell me everything about Noah.”

Olivia moved closer to Paige, wanting to keep the conversation private. “Things are good. No, not good. Well, yeah, they’re good.”

Paige sipped her coffee then lowered the paper cup. “Did you just hear yourself?” She laughed.

The light turned green and some guy in a suit banged into her shoulder, causing her to spill some coffee on her hand. “Ouch,” she gasped, then called to him, “Sorry, was I in your way?”

He didn’t even look back.

Paige snorted. “Douche.”

Olivia agreed with a nod, keeping in stride with Paige as they crossed the road behind the long line of pedestrians. Once back on the sidewalk, Paige asked, “So, why are things good but not good? Is Noah not relationship material?”

And this was where everything got tricky. After he dropped her off at home last night, all the things Olivia had thought about while she took a long bath still remained on her mind now. “It’s not that he’s not relationship material,” she explained, trying to figure it all out in her mind too. “It’s that what we have isn’t exactly real. It hasn’t been from day one.”

Paige twisted her body to get out of the way of the couple approaching. “Because you met him through SiR?”

Olivia sipped her coffee and nodded. “That’s one of the reasons, yeah. I mean, can a real relationship really start with a BDSM dating app?”

Paige paused, obviously pondering, then shrugged. “I don’t see why not. Relationships have happened in weirder places.” She moved out of the way of another man walking by and asked, “Besides, isn’t the sex amazing? Are you really ready to give that up?”

“The sex is epically amazing,” Olivia admitted, noticing an elderly lady giving her a look at that.

Paige didn’t seem to notice, sighing dramatically. “I am so green with envy, girl, you have no idea.”

“I think I would be jealous too, but…to be honest, he’s so much more than just an incredible lover. He’s this really great, kind man.”

Paige nodded. “I could see that. He seems really genuine in the media.”