Before long, he felt that familiar sensation, surprised at how quickly he reached that point. Something about Olivia’s mouth and tongue on his most sensitive part made him feel things that he never thought possible. “I’m going to come,” he breathed, warning her. She looked up at him, continuing her relentless motion. He gazed at her, wide-eyed, knowing what that meant. She gently barred her teeth, pushing him over the edge, and he released into her mouth as she continued to suck on him, the sensation overwhelming his entire body. He shuddered as he began coming down from his orgasm, trying to remember the last time anyone had made him feel that good. “Fuck,” he exhaled, giving one last jerk.
Olivia slowly crawled back up to him when he grabbed her, throwing her on her back and kissing her deeply, their tongues engaged in a passionate dance. Alexander was so incredibly turned on. He could taste him and Olivia. It was an intoxicating combination.
He released her and Olivia tried to catch her breath. Alexander collapsed next to her and they both laid on their backs, attempting to slow down their breathing after such an intense moment.
“Fuck,” he breathed again.
“You’ve got that right, Mr. Burnham.” She turned and smiled at him. She didn’t know what had come over her. She would normally never do that for anyone, but there was something about Alexander that made her want to please him. She felt amazingly satisfied.
“Oh, Olivia. What am I going to do with you?” he asked, running his hand up and down her stomach.
“You keep saying that. What are you going to do with me?” She raised an eyebrow and leaned in, kissing him softly on his mouth. He pulled her in toward him, wrapping his arms around her small frame. She nuzzled against his chest and fell back asleep, listening to the rhythm of his breathing.
Several hours later, Alexander begrudgingly got out of bed, needing to get into the office. Olivia walked him to the door to say good-bye. “I’ll miss you this weekend.” She embraced him, taking in his scent. She wasn’t looking forward to her weekend without him.
He looked down at her and gave her a deep kiss. “I’ll be thinking of you every day, Love,” he said sweetly. He pulled out of the embrace and looked out front where there were two black SUVs parked, just like the night before. Olivia wondered if they were out there all night. When his eyes returned to her, Alexander’s expression was serious. “Carter is out front keeping an eye on things. I have two of my best men coming over this afternoon to install your security system. If you need to run any errands, Carter will escort you. Do you understand, Olivia? This is just for today.”
“Yes. I understand. I just have an appointment at eleven, and then I was planning on going to the gym to work out.”
“All that’s fine. You can do whatever you need to do, just do not go anywhere without Carter. I cannot emphasize that enough.”
God. Why is he treating me like a child? Olivia thought. “I got it, you overbearing ogre.” She winked.
He glanced down at her, a menacing look on his face. “Oh, you have no idea how overbearing I can be, Love.” He embraced her again and she was back in his arms. She never wanted to leave those arms. She could have died happy at that moment. He planted an affectionate kiss on her forehead before leaning down and quietly whispering, “I’m always going to protect you, Olivia.” He turned to leave, closing the front door behind him.
Olivia’s heart started racing, remembering her dream, that boy’s voice, and those green eyes.
NUMBER ONE PRIORITY
“MISS Adler, ma’am. Where can I escort you to?” Carter asked as Olivia locked her front door later that morning before heading to her appointment with Dr. Greenstein. Carter was big, black, and very no-nonsense. Olivia wondered whether Alexander had anyone working for him that couldn’t bench-press five hundred pounds.
“Um, hi. You can call me Olivia. Libby. Whatever.” It wasn’t the first time she had an escort. Her uncle had usually insisted on her having a chauffeur when she was growing up. Of course, that had become a point of contention between the two of them as she got older and wanted more independence to do whatever she wanted. Plus, she never really liked telling people what to do.
She immediately thought of all the romance novels she had read, having her very own escort ordered by her hot, rich, handsome whatever he was. She giggled before regaining her composure. Carter must think I’m crazy, she thought to herself.
“I have an appointment at the Prudential Center. I was just going to walk.” She didn’t live that far from the Prudential Center and she loved walking through the streets of Boston. Olivia thought there was no reason for Carter to drive.
“Ma’am, I have very strict orders from Mr. Burnham to drive you wherever you need to go. It’s just a precaution.” Olivia realized that she wasn’t going to win that battle and she didn’t want to disappoint Alexander so early on in their relationship, if it was a relationship.
“Okay,” she said, walking down her front steps toward the idling SUV. In a matter of minutes, they arrived at the Prudential Center. Carter proceeded to park in the underground garage.
He intercepted Olivia as she left the car to go into the center and up to her appointment. “Ma’am. I need to escort you into the building. Again, just a precaution. This should all be over by the end of today.” She could tell that Carter knew she wasn’t a fan of being subjected to constant security, but Olivia bit her tongue.
“Okay. But, just so you know, I have an appointment with my shrink. That’s where I’m going.” His face remained fixed with no reaction. He was probably trained to be rather discreet. “I guess that’s better than having to accompany me to the gyno, huh?” She nudged him in the elbow as they walked into a waiting elevator, trying to get a laugh out of him.
He smiled at her. “Yes, ma’am. It definitely is better.” He chuckled.
“This is her office,” Olivia said as they stepped out of the elevator, nodding toward the office immediately in front of them.
“I’ll wait out here,” Carter said after assessing the arrangement. The doors to the doctor’s office were all glass, so he would be able to keep her in his sights while she waited for her appointment to begin. And since she was seeing her therapist, he figured it would be good to give her some semblance of privacy.
When Olivia walked through the doors into the reception area, she received a warm greeting. “Olivia. It’s wonderful to see you again.” Dr. Greenstein had been waiting for her by the receptionist’s desk. She was a middle-aged woman with short blonde hair and a tall frame. “Come on in.” She followed the doctor into her office.