Satisfied 2X

I loved his roughness and dominance.

I loved his body and urgency.

He was driving me wild, waking up all those things in me I’d thought never even existed.

It wasn’t enough. The last night wasn’t nearly enough, and I was hoping for more. In the end, my decision to give in to our passion was one of the best decisions I’d ever made.

I stood up and decided to take one of Oliver’s shirts. I put it on me, inhaling his scent like crazy. He smelled so good. I left my panties in his room and went out to meet him in the kitchen.

I entered his kitchen and found him making breakfast.

“Good morning,” I said. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms, displaying his naked upper body completely.

Oh hell, he was so hot.

He turned around, his muscles flexing as he moved. “Good morning.” His eyes immediately slid over my body, and they darkened the next moment. He smiled seductively. “I see that you are wearing my shirt.”

I shrugged my shoulder, feeling overly self-conscious. I’d never done something like this, but I liked it. I liked the way his eyes drank me in. “Is that a problem?”

“Not at all. You are perfect.” His voice became a bit hoarser and my eyes slid to his now visible boner. I felt great knowing I did that do him.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby.”

He chuckled. “Good. Now take a seat. I’ll finish this in a minute.”

I sat at his kitchen table, watching him work in fascination. Not only he was sexy as hell, but he also cooked. He was perfect.

“So, you cook?”

“Yeah. That’s one of my hobbies.”

“Well that’s a plus. I mentioned to you that my mother is a terrible cook, but I forgot to mention that I’m a terrible cook myself. I can’t cook to save my life.”

He glanced at me over his shoulder, grinning. “Oh really? Have you ever been interested in cooking?”

“No, and I also didn’t have any time. I’ve committed my whole life to my career, so beside the interior design, art, and architecture, I didn’t have a lot more interests.”

“What is your inspiration? I mean, what inspires you when you are decorating some place?”

“Mostly the buildings of a similar type. I don’t like emulating, but I like starting from the basis and improving it with my own touch. That is exactly what I want to do with your building, Oliver. I would use its previous design as its basis and make it way better.”

“I want to restore that place to a boutique hotel for our high-end clients. This project is really important and we have some crazy deadlines to meet. I want everything to fit our budget, but if you feel the need to use more resources, you have the freedom to do it. So what are your ideas about the place?”

“Well, I have to warn you. It may be really expensive, but everything needs to be luxurious. We might need to increase the budget.”

“That’s okay. I believe in your judgment. If you think that’s necessary, then let’s do it.”

“Okay. So the whole interior needs to reflect the wealth of the people who have rich tastes. That includes the rooms—especially the apartments. We can hire some artists who can paint the walls, for example in the restaurant. We can tone it well with the crystal chandeliers and use some neutral colors for the motifs...”

I kept talking about my ideas for the hotel details, and Oliver listened to me carefully all the time without interrupting me. He’d already placed the pancakes on the table, but I didn’t even touch them, engrossed in my talking.

Then he surprised me when he sliced one piece of pancake and put it into my mouth.

“Why did you do that?” I mumbled with full mouth, enjoying the taste of his pancakes filled with some chocolate cream. It was delicious.

“You aren’t eating by yourself so I have to feed you breakfast.” Oh my God. The way he said it sounded so sexy, and my core throbbed immediately in response. My heartbeat increased as I noticed the lust in his eyes, and all of a sudden the atmosphere in the kitchen had changed completely.