By the time I’m licking the insides of her thighs as she cranes over her shoulder to see me, she’s so wet that I can see it glistening on the outside of her folds. It’s only then that I finally take a moment to marvel at the situation. I have Olivia Nolan bent over, naked in front of me, and I’m fully clothed. Hell, I’ve barely left the couch. The power dynamic is doing wild things to me and testing every bit of my willpower, but I’m a man on a mission.
I love this mission.
“Davis,” she breathes out as I move my mouth to one of her ass cheeks and bite softly.
Olivia lets out a gasp, but she doesn’t pull away. To my surprise, she arches even further back, implicitly requesting more.
More? To hell with that. I would have given her the world and more eight years ago; all she wanted was ten thousand dollars.
I stop and pull away. With a gentle swat to her ass and a hand on her stomach, I gesture for her to straighten her back and to turn around again. When she faces me, her skin is flushed and her entire body is pink with need. Her rosy nipples point lewdly and she runs her hands over her own skin as she watches me with her lips parted slightly.
A stronger man than me could convince himself that she doesn’t look remarkable. That she doesn’t look like the physical manifestation of desire itself. Every inch of her practically summons for more of me. Those lips. Those breasts. That dripping pussy. She’s practically a Venus fly trap.
From my spot on the couch, I stare up at her as I raise my fingers once again to her pussy and run the tip through her unbelievably wet core.
It’s clear she expects me to take her now.
“Night, Olivia,” I say as I remove my fingers from her pussy. “See you on Monday.”
I don’t wait around for her reaction. Stoically, I reach around her to pick my phone up from the coffee table, stand, and head down the hallway to my bedroom door, shutting her out behind me as I close it.