CHAPTER 11.

The elevator dinged as Olivia stepped into the penthouse, her black silk backless dress hugging her curves. The heels of her stilettos echoed against the polished marble as she stepped into the luxurious space. A dark figure stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows, dressed in a white buttoned shirt tucked into tailored black pants that clung to his tall, lean frame.

A bottle of champagne sat chilling in a bucket of ice on the glass coffee table, one flute already out.

“Hello,” she said.

Theo turned slowly, his eyes sweeping over her.

“Hey,” he said, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “You look gorgeous.”

“I know,” she replied, her lips curving as she stepped further into the room.

“May I?” She pointed at the bottle of champagne.

“Please.”

She picked up the bottle, popped it open gently, and poured herself a glass. Then, taking a small sip, she looked back at him.

“We left the sauna quite abruptly, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” He shifted slightly. “The alarm rang for us to exit.”

She leaned forward, close enough for her breath to graze his ear.

“But did you want to leave?” she whispered.

Then she kissed his ear soft, fleeting. Her hand pressed lightly to his chest, palm resting above his heart.

“Olivia.” The word came out rough, uncertain.

Then firmer, “Olivia.”

She pulled back an inch. “Oh, I’m sorry…..I..…” She swallowed, glancing away. “I don’t know what came over me. I’ll leave now.”

She turned to step forward.

But she didn’t get far.

“Wait, no.”

He reached for her and pulled her back to him.

His lips crashed into hers deep, desperate, and full of unsaid words. His hand slid up her back, fingers splaying against her bare skin. The taste of champagne still lingered on her tongue, mixing with his. Her arms circled his neck, fingers slipping into the back of his hair.

He kissed her again, slower this time, but deeper. A groan vibrated in his throat as he pressed her against the nearest wall, one hand gripping her waist, the other tangling in her curls. Her dress shifted as his hand slid downward, fingers curling around the curve of her hip, pulling her tighter.

OLIVIA’S POV

For the past three years, I had never been touched right by Alex. In fact, I thought he might be gay at some point because he never knew how to handle my body. Until I met Theo.

I could feel the want and the need in the way he kissed me. It was soft, gentle, and highly demanding, and I was ready to give it all to him.

His hand stopped at the curve of my hip as he pulled my dress up gently. Once there was enough opening, he slipped his hand between my thighs, caressing slowly until he reached my panties.

I pulled away from the kiss to let out a small breath, and in that moment, his hand slid inside, rubbing against my clitoris. The pressure of his touch deepened, coaxing a moan from me.

My fingers curled into his shirt, my head tipping back against the wall, eyes shut. His breath was steady, but I could feel his gaze on me. He leaned in, voice low, the words vibrating on my skin.

“Look at me.”

My knees weakened, my body betraying me with every precise movement of his fingers. Every nerve in my body lit up under his control, and when he found that spot, my head fell back, eyes squeezed shut as a small tear rolled down my cheek, lips parting on a sharp breath.

He didn’t stop. His movements alternated between slow and fast, drawing me higher until the room blurred, and the only thing I could hold onto was him. The sensation rolled through me like waves, my breath breaking into small, stuttered gasps as his lips brushed against mine.

I barely registered what had happened until he eased his hold, leaving me pressed against him, breathing hard, heart racing.

Then it hit me.

I JUST HAD AN ORGASM!

And I wanted more.

It seemed I wasn’t the only one.