“Additional security is never a bad thing, Miss Adler,” he said, smiling down at her. “Come, let me show you around.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her into the living room.
Olivia looked around, astounded. The penthouse was gorgeous. There were floor-to-ceiling windows throughout the open floor plan. The formal dining room was to the left, leading to a gourmet kitchen with all state-of-the-art stainless steel appliances. To the right was a long corridor leading to his home office and den. Immediately in front of Olivia was a palatial living room. It boasted a large black couch, matching love seat, and a pair of bright red wing-backed chairs next to a gas fireplace. The view from behind the couch was amazing, the lights of boats twinkling on the water twenty-five stories below.
“Runner!” Olivia exclaimed when he came pummeling down the hallway. The dog nearly knocked her over, showering her with his affection.
“Can I interest you in a glass of wine, Miss Adler?” Alexander asked, his tone sensual. The timbre of his voice made Olivia gulp. She released Runner and shook her head, staring into his deep green eyes.
“Good, because I have other plans for you.”
“What did you have in mind, Mr. Burnham?” she asked innocently.
He laughed. “You’ll see.” He grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs to the master bedroom suite, leaving Runner behind. There was a short hallway before opening into a large room. An oversized four-poster mahogany bed sat in the center of the room with a writing and sitting area by the windows. The fireplace was directly across from the bed.
“Olivia, Love, are you on contraception?” he asked, pulling her toward the bed.
Olivia blinked, unsure she heard him correctly. That was not what she expected to hear come out of his mouth.
“Answer me,” he demanded, staring down at her.
“Yes. I’m on the pill.”
“And you’re good at taking it.”
Olivia became irritated. “Yes. Of course I am. I’m not a child.”
A smile crept across Alexander’s face. “Good. Men need to know these things, Love. Because I fucking hate condoms. I’m clean, don’t worry. I can show you a copy of my last test results if you want.”
Olivia looked at him, butterflies dancing in her stomach, excited about what they were about to do. “No. I believe you. I’ve only ever had sex using condoms before, but my last results were clear, too,” she replied.
“Good,” he said before changing his expression, the atmosphere in the room becoming heated. “I want to see you naked, Olivia,” he said in a deep voice.
“Y-yes,” she croaked out. He made her hair follicles stand on end whenever he was nearby.
“Sit down,” he growled.
“I said, sit down.” His green eyes were all aflame with desire and tenderness. It was an intoxicating combination. Olivia immediately sat down on his soft bed. He winked, picking up her left foot. He removed her heel and kissed the instep of her foot, slowly dragging his tongue across her arch, sending shivers throughout her body. He did the same to her right foot.
“Stand back up.”
She obeyed, their bodies practically touching. She could feel his erection growing. Electricity coursed through her veins and she felt her body temperature rise from his stare. His eyes stayed locked on hers. She couldn’t look away even if she tried. “Lift your arms, Olivia.”
She did as he commanded, remaining completely speechless in his presence, and he lifted her tank top over her head. He trailed kisses from one side of her neck to the other, tasting her silky skin as his mouth made its way down to her black lace bra.
“I like this bra,” he murmured against her skin. “I’d like to see you in this more often.” His fingers dipped into the bra and, finding her nipple, Olivia let out a low moan. He instantly fell to his knees and planted kisses down her stomach, dragging his tongue across her skin, holding onto her hips. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Olivia?” he asked, his eyes still never leaving hers.
Sensation overwhelmed Olivia’s entire body from the simple act of his lips on her stomach. She could barely form a coherent thought as her breathing increased.
“Answer me, Olivia,” he said sternly.
“Yes,” she exhaled. “I do.” She was about to come unhinged as he continued tracing circles around her belly button with his tongue. She wanted that tongue on other parts of her body.
“And why is that, Olivia? Do I have the same effect on you still?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He removed his hands from her hips and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. He raised his eyebrows as if asking for her permission.
She nodded quickly, biting on her lower lip. Olivia’s heart raced with anticipation, her breathing heavy.
“Well, do I?”
Olivia nodded. She didn’t know how much more she could take. “Yes. Yes, Alexander.” She looked down and watched him slowly lower her skinny jeans down her legs, helping her step out of them.
Alexander raised himself up and stepped back to admire her bra with matching black lace panties. “God, Olivia. Do you have any idea how amazing you are?” He ran his hand through his hair, unable to control his desire for the woman standing in front of him. He couldn’t remember ever being as aroused as he was at that moment.
She lowered her head, blushing, before returning her eyes to his. He rushed to her and claimed her mouth, wrapping his arms around her body. His kiss was needy. It was hungry. It was passionate. It was hot, Olivia thought. He deftly unhooked her bra and it fell to the ground. One of his hands went to her head, fisting her hair and pulling her head back, while the other tightly held onto the small of her back, pressing her to him. Their tongues did a delicate dance, communicating to each other exactly how desperately they wanted and needed each other.
He removed his hand from her back, sliding it down her side, and gently felt in between her legs. She moaned, letting him know it was okay to go further.
“Olivia, you’re so wet.” He stroked her through her panties.
“I know,” she said breathlessly.
“What do you want me to do, Olivia?” He looked at her, his eyebrows raised.
“I want you…” Her thoughts were a complete haze. They were all over the place. She would do anything to just keep that man touching her. She needed his touch. She craved his touch. She would die without it.
“You want me to what, Olivia?”