A Tragic Wreck
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 T.K. Leigh

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Stepping back, Alexander stared at the woman in front of him for several moments, making Olivia feel slightly self-conscious.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, breaking the growing silence.
“Just wondering how I got so lucky.” He grabbed her hands in his, pulling her off the couch. “Let me help you with these.” He quickly took off her yoga pants and tank top. She looked down to see that he was already erect again.
“You’re an animal,” she joked.
“Oh, Olivia. You have no idea. You do this to me.” He pulled her toward him, kissing her deeply.
“Get on the couch, but kneel. Lean back so your back is on the sofa, and hold on to your ankles.”
She gave him a questioning look.
“Just trust me,” he whispered against her neck, sending shivers through her core.
She did as he asked.
“We’re going to have to invest in some handcuffs, I think.” He took a step back, admiring the view. “Damn, baby. You look hot right now. I knew all that yoga would come in useful one day.”
Olivia stared at the ceiling, waiting for him. She was starting to become unhinged in anticipation. Several more moments passed and Alexander had yet to move toward her.
Alexander growled and rushed to the couch, positioning himself over her, and roughly entered her.
She knew why he wanted her in that position. Her pelvis was lifted to him and it made the sensation so much deeper. He continued to slam into her in a punishing rhythm and then slowed down, barely moving as he filled her.
“Alex, please,” Olivia begged. “You’re driving me crazy over here.”
A smile spread across his face as he pulled out, teasing her clit with his erection. “Oh, really? Why’s that? Do you want to come again? You’ve already had two orgasms today, Miss Adler. And now I have, as well. I’m not so sure I can come again after that fantastic blow job so I’d say we’re even.”
Olivia’s mind raced. She needed some form of release. She was still wound tight, regardless of the two mind-blowing orgasms she had experienced earlier that evening. She needed to get off again, and soon.
“Don’t you agree?”
Olivia shook her head, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “No. You’re being a tease, Alexander. Just let me come.”
He leaned down, feathering kisses across her chest. “Always so greedy, aren’t you? It can’t always be about you.” He took her nipple in his mouth, biting, causing Olivia to scream out in pleasure. She felt like she was going to come just from the feeling of Alexander’s teeth on her nipple, gently pulling.
“Please, Mr. Burnham,” she begged sweetly, hoping that giving him what he wanted would help. “Please let me come.”
He traced circles around her nipple, his tongue roaming up to her neck. He gently tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. “Well, since you asked so nicely, Olivia, I’ll give you what you want.”
He gently thrust back into her, his motions slow and sensual.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said breathlessly. “I don’t want any space between us right now.”
Olivia obeyed, releasing her ankles from the grasp of her hands, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Fuck,” he exhaled as she met his motion thrust for thrust. “I just can’t get as deep as I want to,” he said. Olivia’s mind reeled from the thought of Alexander being any deeper inside her. She didn’t think she could take anymore of him. She was already filled to the brim and ready to explode after only a few gentle thrusts.
He felt her body tighten beneath him and a smile crept across his face. “Let go, Olivia. I want to hear you scream my name, knowing I’m the only one who can make you come like this.”
He pumped harder and it was all too much for her to handle. “ALEX!” she shouted as she came undone around him, her body shaking as she spiraled further and further down from her orgasm. After a few more pumps, Alexander found his release again, leaning down and biting Olivia’s neck as waves of pleasure overtook his entire body, his orgasm taking him completely by surprise.
As his breathing began to slow, Olivia caressing his sweat-drenched hair, his cell phone started buzzing. He groaned, glancing at the coffee table to see who was calling.
“Damn it! I’m sorry. I have to take this.” Olivia cringed as he quickly withdrew from her, grabbing the phone and running into the study.
“Martin. What is it?” he barked into the phone.
“Sorry, sir. I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Go ahead. Any news?” Alexander asked, still trying to catch his breath.
“Miss Adler’s cell phone was never recovered, I’m afraid. It was nowhere to be found. Hopefully someone just saw it and grabbed it. However…” Martin hesitated on the other end.
“Yes. What is it?”
“There is the possibility that the suspect retrieved it. We were able to lock it remotely, but we haven’t been able to track it so it must have been turned off. We will continue to monitor it. Once it’s turned back on, we’ll know immediately.”
“Is that all?”
“No, sir. There’s more. We ran facial recognition of some of the security cams. I just got the report back. And, well…”
“Yes. What is it?”
“It matched a Mark Kiddish.” There was a pause before Martin continued. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“That’s okay. I need to call my sister.”
“There’s just one more thing. We saw one other person on the street the day of the incident. He was sitting on the bench across the street from your building. When we ran facial recognition on him to see if he’s also involved, we got a hit.”
“Who is it?”
“Well, that’s the thing. According to the file, this person died over twenty years ago. Last name is DeLuca. Giacomo Deluca.”
Alexander’s heart stopped. It couldn’t be. His mind raced with the possibility that Olivia’s father was still alive.
“I’m going to keep running facial recognition to see if it could be a mistake.”
“Okay. Thanks. I’ll be in touch, Martin. And from now on, Miss Adler goes nowhere unaccompanied. Double up her agents, if you must. Triple them. Do whatever the fuck it takes. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. And I’m sorry.”
Alexander hung up and immediately dialed his sister’s number.