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He ties my hands together behind my back with rope that I have no idea where he got it from.
“I knew you would want it rough, so I brought some things with me,” Sean whispers into my ear, answering my unspoken question.
He spins me around to face him and then rips my shirt open, exposing my lace bra that I found packed in my suitcase, which one of Sean’s staff must have bought for me. It’s more expensive than anything I own, and it makes my breasts look amazing. From Sean’s gaze, I think he agrees.
But then he rips the thin material holding my bra in place. “My dirty girl thinks she needs to wear lace to impress me, but I’d rather just have you naked.”
I suck in a breath as his tongue travels down my body and then over my breasts, teasing me in a way that only he can.
“I need you,” I say. But I don’t know what I need. All I know is that I need more. I’m consumed by need for him, and I’m not sure that I will ever get enough.
He rips my pants off my body and then throws me on the bed. I’ve never been so turned on as I am right now. The excitement of not knowing how far he is going to take it, how dirty it is going to get, is driving me mad with need.
I feel his palm hit against my bare ass, and I scream from the shock. Then, I realize that we are on a plane that, albeit is huge, is not huge enough to hide my screams.
Sean grins. “You can scream, baby. This room is just as soundproof as any of my bedrooms.”
His hand hits my ass again, and I scream again. The pain is more than I expected, especially since I can’t move. My hands are tied behind my back, my face is smushed into the bed, and my ass is up in the air.
He hits me again, and I cry out, but as much as I don’t want to admit it, being controlled like this turns me on even more.
“You like it like this. Dirty, filthy,” Sean says.
I pant. “Yes.”
I feel the sting on my ass again.
Then, he says, “I want to fuck your ass. I want you to feel what it’s really like to feel dirty. I want to claim every last bit of you.”
I suck in a breath. Liking and hating that thought at the same time.
I feel his cock already pushing at my ass, begging to enter.
I feel him tug on my hair, pulling my head up as he kisses down my neck.
“Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”
He kisses my neck as his hand finds my pussy. His fingers rub over me until his hands are soaked with my wetness. His fingers move the wetness from my pussy to my ass. He gently slides his finger in my ass, and I moan as he stretches me.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” I say, barely able to get the words out because it feels so good.
He slaps my ass again just as his cock replaces his fingers.
I forgot how large he was until he pushed inside my ass.
He slaps me again as he thrusts inside me.
I scream, “Fuck, Sean.”
He kisses my lips. “That’s my dirty girl.”
I nod, loving being his dirty girl. If only I were really his. If this is how he fucks me now, I would love to know what it would be like for him to fuck me when and if he actually made me his.
But thoughts like that easily leave my mind when he fucks me harder. Pounding into me until I can’t take it any longer.
I come as he fills my ass with his own cum.
He cuts the rope off my wrists and then wraps his arms around me as he sweetly kisses my neck.
I suck in a breath, letting the emotions I feel run through me.
“I lo—” I begin but then stop myself.
“Hmm?” Sean says, barely awake.
I shake my head as I continue to breathe heavily. “I think I like being your dirty girl.”
He softly kisses me on the lips and pulls me tighter to him. I know, within seconds, we are both going to be sound asleep.
But I can’t help but think that I could love him. I might even already be in love with him.
I just need to stop loving him. He’s my boss, and he’s made it perfectly clear that he is in love with Jamie, not me.
This was a last fling, and I just got carried away. I don’t love him.
19
Sean
I could hear it in Olive’s voice. She has something else she wants to tell me, but she’s hiding it from me. So, while she thinks I’m sleeping, I’m doing anything but. Instead, I’m reliving every last second, trying to figure out what she could be hiding and wondering if it’s the same thing that I’m hiding.
Olive’s eyes flutter open, and then a slow grin creeps up her face.
“I love naked naps with you,” she says, her cheeks bright and flushed with warmth from her nap.
I stroke a piece of hair out of the way of her face as I continue to hold her in my arms.
She smiles brighter and stretches her arms above her head before snuggling her head against my chest again. “How much longer is left in our flight? I need to know when I should start getting dressed again, so it doesn’t look like we just fucked the whole flight.”
“Half an hour,” I say.
“Oh. I should get up then and start looking presentable,” she says, moving out of my arms to go get dressed.
I grab her arm and pull her back into bed.
She giggles. “Fine. I guess we can fuck one last time. But we have to make it quick.” She moves to kiss me but stops short when she sees the look in my eyes. “What is it?” she asks.
I take a deep breath as I tuck her messy brown hair behind her ear again. “I think I might just fall in love with you if given the chance.”
She sucks in a breath and then stops breathing altogether.
“Say something,” I say, needing to know how she feels.
But she doesn’t. She doesn’t even breathe.
“Olive, say something. Anything.”
She doesn’t.
I grab her cheeks, pulling her face toward mine, and kiss her, sweeping my tongue into her mouth.
When I pull away, she finally breathes again, coming to after I kissed her.
“Say something.”
“I…” She grins.
I cock my head as I wait, second after second, for her to finish her sentence. My heart beats fast as I wait the unbearable seconds.
“I think I already love you.”
My lips crash down on hers as my hands cling to her body. Now, I need to fuck her again.
She laughs. “Wait…I love you, and it’s clear you love me even if you won’t fully admit it yet. But what does that mean? How will this work? We work together. You’re still in love with…” But she doesn’t finish her sentence.
I grab her chin and look her square in the eye. “I’m in love with you.”
Her eyes flitter back and forth between mine, trying to find the truth. But I’m not hiding anything. I’m telling her the truth.
When she’s satisfied, she says, “And what about at work? The realtors aren’t going to be happy with us dating and my promotion.”
I nod. “They don’t have to know that we are dating.”
She narrows her eyes. “How? I can’t keep a secret from the company for more than a couple of hours. I’m sure they have already figured out that I broke up with Owen, and they probably already know that I’m here with you, that we are together. We can’t hide it from them.”
“They have probably figured out that you broke up with Owen. But, as far as they know, you and I still hate each other. And I’ll just say, I brought you here for training, which is the truth.”
She nods, but I don’t think I’ve convinced her.
“We will go to work and pretend to hate each other, as always. Then, at night, we will be free to do as we please. I can take you on fancy dates. Do more unthinkable things to your body.”
Her breathing slows again.
“It will be fun, sneaking around the office, trying not to get caught,” I whisper into her ear.
She bites her lip, and I know I have her.
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“Now, come here, and let me fuck you before we land.”
She squeals as I grab her.
Olive is mine.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask Floyd as I get back to the office.
Olive walks into the office past me and straight to her desk, practically ignoring me.
She’s good, I think.
“We lost the Margo account. They were our biggest client. We helped them find properties for their businesses and homes all over the world,” Floyd says.
“How in the world did that happen?” I ask, not understanding how, in less than twenty-four hours, everything has fallen apart so horribly.
Floyd looks down. “We missed a few deadlines and weren’t able to find them what they were looking for. They were already on thin ice before when we couldn’t negotiate a lower price for a restaurant they opened last month.”
I run my hand through my hair, not ready to deal with this now.
“You’re fired,” I tell Floyd.
“What? You can’t do that! I’m the best realtor you have,” Floyd says.
I shake my head. “No. You used to be the best realtor until you lost the most important account we had. Honestly, the only account that mattered since they made up almost sixty percent of our profit each year.”
Floyd still stands there, stunned.
But I don’t have time to deal with him. I brush past him and head straight toward my office, walking past Olive’s desk.
“Olive, I need to see you. Now,” I say with an angry voice.
I feel everyone’s eyes on us as Olive stands up and follows me into my office. I glance behind Olive to see the employees looking on with fear instead of suspicion over Olive and me.
This is going to be too easy.
Olive shuts the door. “We lost the Margo account? We have to fix this! If Jamie finds out, it’s going to destroy her. She’s worked too hard for this company to lose everything in a few days,” she says.
I nod. “I’m going to go speak with the CEO of Margo Enterprises in person and see if I can get things straightened out. I need you to keep everything running smoothly here for the rest of our accounts. We can’t afford to lose anyone else.”
I start gathering my things to leave. “What are you doing? Get to work!” I shout, letting my anger get the best of me.
Olive folds her arms across her chest and raises an eyebrow at me.
“I’m sorry. Olive, can you please get to work and help me straighten everything out? I don’t want to ruin Jamie’s company any more than you do.”
She grins.
I cock my head to one side. “What?”
“I just never thought I’d hear you say I’m sorry.”
I roll my eyes. “I guess there is a first time for everything.”
“I’ll help you…under one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You kiss me first. And promise to come to my apartment after work tonight.”
I grin. “I’ll do everything I can to get to your bed as quickly as I can.”
Her eyes light up.
I walk over to her, take her in my arms, and kiss her with everything I have. I forget about how much I’m screwing up by letting down one of my closest friends by basically ruining her company. I just kiss Olive until we hear a knock at the door.
I quickly let go of Olive and walk to the door while Olive stands, frozen.
“Yes?” I snap as I open the door.
“Here are my keys to the properties I was selling. I hope the whole company goes down in flames,” Floyd says, throwing his keys at me.
He turns and leaves. Olive pushes past me and walks out after him.
She’s mad at me. I can tell.
For firing Floyd? For yelling at her?
I’m not sure. I run my hand through my hair again and then rub my neck. I don’t have time to figure it out now. I have a company to save.
I flash her a we-will-talk-later-and-we-are-still-on-for-fucking-at-your-place-tonight look as I walk by her desk, but she doesn’t even glance up at me. Working with Olive is going to be harder than I thought.
20
Olive
Sean never made it to my apartment last night. He stayed at Margo’s hotel, speaking with her employees most of the night, working out a new contract with them.
But he did call to apologize. Twice.
And I’m beginning to love hearing him apologize.
I can’t wait to get into work today. Because it means that I will get to see Sean again. And, hopefully, now that the Margo account has been settled, we can get back into a normal swing of work, which will involve lots of sneaking around in his office to have sex.
So, I jump out of bed thirty minutes before my alarm even goes off, far too excited to get into work today. I jump in and out of the shower even faster. I throw on some clothes, but when it comes to doing my hair and makeup, I take a little more time then usual.
I want Sean to find me irresistible. I want him to not be able to think straight because all he can think about is me.
Milo brushes up against me while I finish applying my makeup. I pet him, giving him the attention he wants.
My phone buzzes, and I see the message is from Sean. I smile as I open the text message, and immediately, my heart sinks.
Sean: I have to go to NYC for a week. Margo wants me to personally find her new property there to assure her that we can honor our new contract.
I frown. I don’t get to see him today. I don’t get to kiss him.
Is he running away from me?
I immediately push the thought out of my head. He’s not running away at the thought of a serious relationship with me. He’s not hiding. He’s just working, doing what’s right.
Still, it doesn’t keep me from feeling horrible. I wish I could see him again before he goes.
It’s a silly thought. I just saw him yesterday. There is no need to be so needy.
I take a deep breath trying to keep from letting the thought of him not being at work today make me fall apart. It’s probably better actually that he won’t be at work today. It will help keep people from getting suspicious about our relationship and it will allow me to start being respected as a leader without him here.
I text back.
Me: I’m going to miss you. Good luck!
He doesn’t respond immediately. I try to distract myself by finishing getting ready, but that is no longer a distraction for me. I no longer care about what I look like when I get into work or getting in early.
I sulk while I finish getting ready. I do my best to take my time now that I don’t have Sean to look forward to. But I quickly run out of things to do at home. I might as well get into work early. It will at least distract me.
I head downstairs. I decide to call an Uber when I see more than a foot of snow covering the ground. Sean and I never discussed what my new salary would be, but it has to be enough for me to at least afford an occasional Uber ride to work instead of taking the subway every morning.
I wait in the lobby until the Uber pulls up, and then I step out into the cold air, happy that I have the new coat that Sean bought for me to keep me warm and remind me of him on a day like today.
“You didn’t think I would leave without saying good-bye first, did you?” I hear Sean’s voice cut through the cool air.
I grin and turn around to see Sean walking toward me.
I run over to him, throwing myself in his arms like I haven’t seen him in months instead of only hours. He catches me and wraps his arms around me like he is just as desperate for me as I am for him.
He firmly kisses me over and over, turning the kiss into a longer make-out session.
I slowly pull away. “You are full of surprises,” I say.
Sean smiles and then walks me over to one of two cars parked along the street.
“Your chariot, fully stocked with coffee and chocolate chip cookies to get you through your day,” Sean says.
“You go
t me a ride into work today?” I ask.
He nods.
I light up. “Oh, crap. I need to cancel my Uber then.” I pull out my phone and quickly cancel it.
“You’re going to do great today,” Sean says, sweetly kissing me on the lips.
“Thank you,” I say, blushing, still amazed that he is here and that he did all of this for me.
“This is Joe Hubbert. He’ll be giving you a ride every day while I’m away,” Sean says.
I smile and shake Joe’s hand before turning back to Sean.
“And what about when you return?” I ask.
Sean kisses me again. “Since you’ll be waking up in the same bed as me, I can give you a ride to work.”
I bite my lip, trying to contain my excitement at that thought.
He groans as I kiss him again. “I really need to go.”
I grab his neck and kiss him again. “Are you sure?”
He groans again. “No. But, if I’m going to make my flight, I have to go.”
“You’re flying commercial?”
He nods. “I’m reserving my private jet for flights with you. Otherwise, what is the point?” he says, winking.
“All right, get out of here. I’ll keep you updated about how the realtors are doing.”
He kisses me one last time. “I just want to hear how you are doing.”
I nod. “Same.”
He smiles and helps me into the car before shutting my door. Joe starts driving me toward work and away from Sean. Sean waits a second to watch me leave and then jumps in his car behind me before speeding off toward the airport.
That’s the last I saw of him in over a week.
He calls to talk to me every day, usually multiple times a day, but it’s still hard to have a real relationship with him when he’s gone. It’s why I have been looking forward to him coming back at the end of the week.
But, when Friday comes around, he calls to tell me it would be at least another week.
The thoughts of him running away from me immediately creep back into my head. Until he tells me he loves me and sends me a large bouquet of flowers to my desk at work. He didn’t sign it with his name, just Your love.