A Beautiful Mess
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“Are you sure you don’t want to come inside, Mr. Burnham?” Olivia turned back toward him, giving him her most innocent smile. She was brimming with sexual tension and badly needed some release.
“Oh, you have no idea how badly I want to come inside,” he replied, smirking at the double entendre. “But not tonight. For once, I want to do this right and not rush into anything,” he murmured in her ear, kissing her cheek. “By the time I’m through sweeping you off your feet, you will be bursting at the seams, begging me to fuck you, never wanting another man inside you again.”
Olivia gasped. He pulled back and she looked at him with wide eyes. He smiled and placed another gentle, moist kiss on her lips. “I’ll be thinking of you.” He turned to walk down the front steps to the waiting SUV that had arrived unbeknownst to Olivia. She watched him get into the car as she closed and locked her front door. She leaned her back against the door and tried to regain what little composure she had left.
In the car, Alexander grabbed his cell phone and made a quick call.
“Simpson, it’s Burnham here. I need everything you can find on one Sarah Olivia Adler. Not really interested in anything recent. I’m more interested in the first ten years of her life. Get it to my sister as soon as possible. This is a top priority.”
He hung up and texted Carol, asking her to do an age enhancement on a photo of Olivia as a child, something he had avoided doing for the past twenty-one years. He sighed, hoping he was doing the right thing. He just had to know one way or the other.
HIGH AND DRY
OLIVIA felt sluggish the following morning as she made her way to work in order to teach her six a.m. circuit training class. She was happy once her morning classes were finished so that she could relax in her office and deal with some much neglected paperwork. She grabbed her cell phone to see if she had any missed calls, which was doubtful at eight o’clock in the morning.
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a text from Alexander.
Alexander: Good morning, Love. I hope you slept well.
She quickly typed a reply.
Olivia: I slept well enough, although it was difficult to get to sleep at first.
Almost instantly, she received a response.
Alexander: And why is that?
Olivia: I had a throbbing sensation between my legs from being left high and dry last night. Well, maybe not too dry. :-)
Several minutes went by and she hadn’t heard back from him. Olivia figured he was in a meeting or on his way to work, so she returned to sorting through the various financial statements she needed to review from the current quarter.
Out of the corner of her eye, Olivia saw a tall figure appear in her doorway. She felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. Never in a million years did she expect Alexander would show up at her office.
“May I come in, Olivia?” he asked politely.
God, this man is gorgeous, Olivia thought as she took in his tan suit, white button down shirt, and green tie. Green really was his color.
She simply nodded, unable to find her voice yet again. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Olivia's heart fluttered when she heard the door lock. Not saying a word, he walked over to the windows and drew the shades closed, shrouding the room in relative darkness. The only light came from the small lamp on her desk.
“Now, what were you saying, Olivia? I left you high and, what was it?” he asked with an amused look on his face.
“Dry,” she croaked out as she sat at her desk, unable to move or take her eyes off the man in front of her.
He walked over to the love seat in the office. Sitting and crossing his legs, he said, “No. That wasn’t it.” He draped his arm across the back of the couch, his eyes remaining glued on Olivia. “It was something else entirely, Miss Adler.” His grin made Olivia’s body ignite with a foreign feeling. Just thinking about him and his devilish smile made moisture pool between her legs.
“Wet. High and wet, Mr. Burnham,” Olivia replied softly, her heart racing.
Alexander couldn’t take it anymore. Her voice was deep and full of desire for him. He desperately wanted to make her feel good. “Come here, Olivia,” he said, uncrossing his legs.
She gazed at him as he held his hand out to her. She rose from her desk and walked over to him, reaching for his hand. Electricity coursed through her veins as he pulled her down, forcing her to straddle him. Her excitement grew when she felt his erection against her body.
“Olivia, do you feel the effect you have on me?”
She stared into his eyes, unable to find her voice, the sensation of feeling him between her legs overwhelming her. All she could do was nod her head.
“I want to know what kind of effect I have on you. It’s only fair, Love.” He looked at her, raising his eyebrows as if asking for permission.
She nodded. “Yes,” Olivia breathed out, finally finding her voice. “It is only fair.”
“It’s only fair, what?” He raised his eyebrows again.
“Mr. Burnham. It’s only fair, Mr. Burnham,” Olivia said, her breathing becoming more and more erratic.
“Good girl,” Alexander said as he slowly slid his hands up her thighs, finally slipping one hand underneath the little gym shorts she wore. “Mmmm… No panties.” Closing his eyes, he let out a little moan as he teased her folds. “I could get used to that.” He opened his eyes and they were full of desire.
He slid his fingers further into her shorts, finding her most sensitive spot. “Oh, Olivia.” He closed his eyes again as he started to gently stroke her wet clit. Desire began to pool deep in her stomach. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone as badly as she wanted Alexander Burnham.
Opening his eyes, he whispered in a husky voice, “I do affect you, don’t I?”
Olivia simply nodded and closed her eyes, reveling in the pleasure of his fingers on her, thousands of different sensations overtaking her core.
“Open your eyes, Olivia,” Alexander demanded forcefully. She obeyed him, glancing down at his stomach, avoiding his eyes as he slowly entered her with his fingers. She moaned and her breathing increased. “Look at me, Olivia. I want to see your eyes when I make you come.”
She straightened her head, her eyes meeting Alexander’s as he continued to push in and out of her with his finger. “You’re so tight, Olivia,” he whispered, licking his lips. “I’m going to have to stretch you out a little before I can fuck you,” he explained, his voice husky and deep as he kept his hungry eyes glued on Olivia’s. “But I will fuck you.”