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OLIVIA

I couldn’t sleep. 

A sigh escaped my lips for the umpteenth time as I rolled onto my side. 

The room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. 

Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was—that night. 

He had pinned me against the bed, thrusting inside my pussy hard and deep. Stretching my walls as moans of pleasure left my lips. 

I could still feel everything—his touch, the ache, the way he had sucked my breasts like he was starving. 

Christian Hayes.

The first man to touch me.

And now, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t erase it. If anything, I wanted more.

 I pressed my thighs together, my chest beating as I rolled again. We had both agreed it was a mistake.

That it would never happen again, but the look in his eyes told me otherwise.  

“Fuck,” I cursed out, my chest tight. 

I was just overthinking. Like he said, he thought I was the escort he had ordered, and I had to try to bury whatever it was I was feeling. 

I couldn’t risk Jenna finding out about this. I let out a deep breath before pulling the sheets around my body and forcing my eyes closed.

There was a knock on the door. 

My heart skipped. I hesitated a bit before standing on my feet, and on opening the door—I froze. 

He stood there, dressed in a plain black shirt and sweatpants. His eyes were fixated on mine, and I blinked just to be sure. 

“Mr. Hayes?”

“Olivia,” he answered, his deep baritone voice sending shivers down my spine. “Are you going to let me in?”

I hesitated for a second, stepping aside. He walked past me, his musky cologne filling my nostrils. 

I shut the door, my gaze shifting back to him. “To what did I owe this visit? It’s quite late,” I said, forcing a smile on my face to hide my nervousness. 

His eyes dropped to my body slowly, and I suddenly felt aware of the transparent nightgown.  “And yet you’re still awake?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” I muttered, my voice barely a whisper.

He stepped closer. “And why is that?” he said, his finger tucking strands of my hair behind my ears. 

I swallowed hard. “It’s nothing. I’m just stressed; that's why.”

“Stressed?” he repeated, now standing close to me, our lips inches apart. “Or you were thinking of my cock?”

“Mr. Hayes,” I shifted backwards, hitting the wall.

“It’s Christian.”

“What happened was a mistake,” I said. “You said we shouldn’t—” I trailed off as I felt his hand underneath my gown. 

“Is that what you want?” he pressed against my pussy. “Because your panties are soaked.”

I couldn’t mutter a word. Instead, my legs parted on instinct, wanting his touch. 

He pushed my panties aside, fingers curling around my clit, and just as he was about to slip a finger in—

“Wake up, sleepyhead!”

Jenna?

I jolted off my bed.

My body was drenched in sweat, heart pounding as I scanned the room…no Christian. Just a fucking dream that left me panting, aching, and aroused.

Jenna stood in front of my wardrobe, tossing out clothes as I sat up. “What’s with the raiding?”

“Girl, this is 12pm!”

Shit… I overslept. “Are we going somewhere?” I asked. 

“Nah, but I didn’t bring you here to wallow in your dreams,” she replied, and then a loud squeal. “Found it.”

She threw a red bikini at me. “Wear this!” She added.

“Are we going to the beach?”

“The swimming pool. Now can you please wear it and stop asking too many questions.”

“I haven’t showered, Jen.”

She forced my armpits up, despite my refusal. “You smell like roses. Come on, there's no time!”

I chuckled. “Why the hurry though? Are we expecting anyone?”

“Olivia Grace Bennett, get your ass off this bed!” She screamed, pushing me off, and I burst into laughter as we both struggled. 

After minutes of taking a quick shower, I changed into the   bikini and stood in front of the mirror admiring myself. 

The red color blended with my skin so well.And my curves? I could swear my boobs were almost spilling out of the bikini bra. 

I couldn’t even remember the last time I wore this. The past few years have been filled with work and work alone.

“Oh my days! Look at that ass, I wanna feel them,” I heard Jenna's voice behind me.

I smiled weakly. “Isn’t it too revealing?”

“Baby, don’t start with your mother Mary preaching. Let’s go.” She reached for my hand, dragging me out of the room. 

My eyes were roaming as we passed the hallways. The last thing I wanted was to run into Christian. 

This mansion was huge, with a lot of rooms and places to be. I thought I wouldn't just run into him, right? As a matter of fact, he might be busy, he... 

The rest of my thought choked in my brain as we walked to the pool. My toes curled watching the scene right in front of me. 

Fuck me!

Christian rose from the water in nothing but black briefs clinging to his hips. 

My eyes shouldn't have gone further, yet they did, settling on the obvious large bulge. 

I took a loud gulp. My thoughts running wild, like damn, how did that fit into my punani? My eyes still fixed on his cock when I heard my name. 

“What do you think, Liv?” Jenna asked as she turned towards me. 

I froze, my lips parted slightly as I blinked hard.

Was she talking to me?