His Fire Inside

Olivia’s hand is on Kenny’s arm as he guides her through the ballroom toward me. I stamp down the growling at the sight of her hand on his arm because her eyes are on me the moment she spots me. Fuck. She is so beautiful.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, thank you,” I whisper as I pull her close.

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he way she shivers pleases me. “For what?”

“For coming, for being so beautiful, for being mine.”

“Oh, all of that. I thought I didn’t have a choice. You’re welcome though.” Her arm slides around my waist as mine goes around hers to keep her close.

The sight of my mother’s earrings stops me. They were the last anniversary gift from my father, bought before he died and found a few weeks later as Mom was going through his things two days before their anniversary. The note said they were in the hope their love would continue to bloom and grow with every passing year.

She smiles up at me. “So are we going to mix and mingle, or can we skip to the best part and leave already?”

I laugh at her hopeful eyes. “We need to mix a little. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

Over the next three hours Olivia impresses everyone she meets, making me even prouder to have her at my side. She whispered she read all about the events and people while she was getting her hair done. There are a few catty women who look down their noses at her. Olivia handles it with ease, her smile in place as she returns their backhanded compliments. I notice she’s rubbed her temple for the second time. Poor thing, she’s doing a good job of keeping her smile in place, yet I can tell the crush of people is hard for her to deal with. We’ve stayed long enough.

“All right, sweetheart, let’s get out of here.”

“Sounds good. I can’t wait to get out of these shoes.”

As we leave we have several people to get through before we make it into the muggy air. It takes almost twenty minutes until we get out of the ballroom, then to the outer door of the hotel. In a replay of last time, Jenny Masters stops me with her hand on my arm.

“Leaving so soon, Rourke? I’m having a party in my room, an intimate party.”

My jaw clenches as my arm tightens around Olivia, only sweet Olivia beats me to it. “Rourke already has other plans, he’s not into sloppy seconds.”

I laugh as I shake off Jenny’s hand and keep walking. Once we’re outside, I pull Olivia close. “I’m sorry you had to deal with the catty comments tonight. You handled it all so well, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.”

She blushes prettily as she bats her eyes. “I aim to please, Mr. Vega. Now let’s go home so you can show me just how appreciative you are.”

“Yes, ma’am.” A valet pulls up with the Veyron. I open her door, watching as she flashes me her legs as she gets in. Oh yes, it’s going to be a long night.

When we’re stopped at a light, Olivia giggles. My eyes slide over her; she’s looking at me. “What is so funny?”

She laughs. “I was going to ask you if I could drive us home—”

I pull into a parking lot we’re right in front of, put the car in park, get out and go around to open her door. “All you had to do is ask. You want to drive? You can drive, just take off your heels first.”

Her eyes wide, she takes my hand then steps out of the car. With a squeal of happiness she hugs me tight, then kisses me loudly with smacks of her lips along my cheek. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. This is beyond awesome.”

Walking her around the car, I help her in then remove her shoes myself. Hell, if I had known she would light up like a Christmas tree over something so simple, I would have offered weeks ago. She laughs as she moves the seat up so she can reach the pedals. “Okay, this is an automatic, although you do have the power to downshift. Please don’t shift though, let the transmission do its thing.”

“Yes, whatever you say.”

“Seat belt, sweetheart.”

“Oh yeah, of course.” Nodding as she blushes then puts on her seat belt. I take a moment to fasten my seat belt and sit back and watch her. Once she sees I’m settled, with a wide smile she carefully edges forward, then makes sure no one is coming before going back out onto Lamar, giving it the slightest bit of gas. She giggles as we shoot forward.

I laugh as she takes her foot completely off the gas to overcompensate. I’m not worried in the slightest. It takes a few minutes for her to find her comfort zone with the gas pedal. Before we both know it, we’re home. She puts the car into gear then pulls up the brake.

Turning to me, she throws her arms around me. “That was amazing. Thank you. I’m going to spend all night with your cock in my mouth.”

Shaking my head, I press a kiss to her cheek. “Not even close, I’m going to spend the night with my tongue in your sweet pussy.”

“Isn’t there a way we can do both?” she whispers against my lips.