A Tragic Wreck
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Alexander: Sorry, love. Meeting ran late. Just need to finish a few things and then I’ll be home. I miss you terribly.
Olivia breathed a sigh of relief as she typed a response.
Olivia: Miss you, too. I was really worried something bad happened to you.
Her hands still shook uncontrollably as she raised her wine glass to her lips, hoping to calm her nerves. The thought of losing Alexander caused Olivia to panic. She couldn’t imagine life without him. Kiera’s words from earlier in the day replayed in her mind. Did she love him? Is that why she couldn’t control her rapid heartbeat at the thought of Alexander being ripped from her like everyone else in her life?
He’s okay. Olivia had to keep repeating that phrase over and over again as she made her way back to the kitchen, grabbing what she needed to make her seafood risotto. As her heart began to slow, she decided that music would help cheer her mood a bit. She grabbed her iPad and started to stream music to Alexander’s surround sound system.
She put on one of her playlists as she busied herself preparing their meal for the evening. Runner sat by the kitchen island, patiently waiting for any crumbs that may come his way, watching as Olivia chopped onions and garlic before throwing it into the sauté pan. Cooking helped take her mind off her fear of losing Alexander. She thought she was over that, but now she wasn’t too sure.
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After receiving Olivia’s text that she was worried about him, Alexander bolted out of his office, feeling guilty for not having his phone with him during his meeting.
“Martin! Let’s go,” he shouted, walking briskly down the long corridor toward the elevator bank.
“Have a nice weekend, Mr. Burnham!” his receptionist called out as he scurried into an elevator with Martin.
The ride from his office building to the waterfront seemed unbelievably long. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around Olivia and tell her that she didn’t need to worry about him. He wasn’t going anywhere. Ever.
A few excruciatingly long minutes later, Alexander stepped into the foyer and punched in the door code. When he entered his penthouse, the sight that greeted him very nearly stopped his heart.
A smile spread across his face as he watched Olivia dance along to music blaring throughout his entire home. Runner greeted him at the door, but Olivia continued to remain blissfully ignorant of his presence. Alexander stood a few feet from her, staring, hoping she wouldn’t notice him just yet while he enjoyed the view of her perfect body moving to a driving beat, wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tight pink tank top.
Alexander listened to the song. It was clearly about sex. When Olivia sang about only getting off when in a certain position, he couldn’t help himself.
“I hope that’s not the case, love.”
“AAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!” Olivia screamed, jumping at the sound of a voice, ramming her back against a large pantry door. She clutched her chest, willing her heart to stop beating so fast. After several intense moments, she calmed down enough to see that it was Alexander. He leaned against the kitchen island, apparently enjoying the show, smiling, his dimples popping.
“Holy shit. You scared me,” she exhaled.
Alexander laughed as he stalked across the kitchen toward her, leaning his hand on the wall and placing a gentle kiss on her neck. She punched him in the arm. “Don’t ever creep up on me like that again. Jackass.”
He smiled, looking down at her, before his eyes grew intense. “But, seriously, you don’t only come when you’re on top, do you, Olivia?”
She stood on her toes, her mouth a mere breath away from his ear, sending shivers throughout his entire body. “You know that’s not the case,” she whispered before playfully smacking his ass and walking back to the stove to continue with the risotto.
Alexander walked up behind her and turned off the heat on the burner. “Humor me, love. I want to make sure,” he said, his voice deep with desire. He placed his hand possessively on her stomach and trailed kisses down the side of her neck. She moaned in response and felt him harden behind her. He lowered his hand under her yoga pants, finding that sweet spot, slipping two fingers inside of her. She thrust with his motion.
“This is mine,” he growled.
Olivia moaned.
“Do you understand, Olivia?” he asked as he continued to torture her, pushing in and out, his thumb brushing her clit.
She moaned again, unable to form any response. Heat coursed through her body as she melted with Alexander’s words. It was true. She was his in every way possible. Her heart, body, and soul belonged to him. No one ever came close to making her feel as whole and complete as Alexander did.
He swiftly lowered her pants and threw her over his shoulder, slapping her ass. She yelped in surprise, and he walked over to the couch, dropping her on her back. After ridding himself of his pants, he crawled on top of her, savagely entering her.
“I said. Do. You. Un. Der. Stand?” Each syllable was met with another thrust.
Olivia moaned out in pleasure when Alexander placed his thumb back on her overly sensitized clit.
“Yes!” she screamed loudly as Alexander pushed into her even harder and faster. “It’s yours.”
“What’s mine, Olivia?” he growled, continuing his torturous rhythm.
“My pussy!” she yelled, shuddering around him as he thrusted into her.
“That’s not all that’s mine.” He pulled out of her and quickly flipped her onto her stomach.
“Get on your hands and knees, Olivia.”
She quickly obeyed.
Alexander reached between her legs and wet his fingers with her juices. “Mmmm,” he said. “Always so wet.”
She leaned in to his fingers, desperate for his touch. “And greedy.” He pulled out, trailing his fingers up to her ass. He slowly pushed one finger inside of her.
Alexander leaned down, nipping her shoulders. “This is mine, too,” he whispered.
Olivia moaned, meeting his finger as it explored unchartered territory.
“Say it, Olivia.”
“It’s yours, Alexander.”
He gently pushed his erection inside of her sex, still keeping his finger inside of her ass. “What was that?” He moved slowly inside her, the sensation an overwhelming feeling of fullness.
“It’s all yours, Mr. Burnham,” Olivia whimpered. “My entire body.”
Alexander growled, picking up his pace and pumping into Olivia even harder. “I want you to come again.”
Her breathing increased. “I don’t know if I can.”