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“Why? Because he’s older than you?” She chuckled. “Maybe my bartender will top him.”
“He won’t because you’re not leaving with him.” My jaw clenched. “You’re leaving with me.”
“I’m not leaving unless you’re giving me what I’m asking for.” She tilted her head and lifted one of her dark little brows at me. “Are you?” She wanted clarification, which was smart considering I didn’t intend to offer her any of what she was asking for.
“I’m aware,” I said through clenched teeth just thinking about running my hands up her dress over that delicious ass I’d seen in the picture. It wasn’t going to happen, but I was still thinking about it as I threw money on the bar and grabbed her purse. “Let’s go to my hotel room.”
“What?” She glanced around suddenly, like she was nervous. “Well, are you sure? What about your dates?”
“Having second thoughts?” I smirked at her. She might have had a bit of liquid courage in dealing with her university email, but not when it came to me, live and in person. So, I leaned in to cement her hesitations. “Don’t worry about my dates, Olive. If they want, I’ll have them join in on delivering the best sex of your life for real.”
It was a blatant fucking lie. I’d never do that with Kee’s friends. I kept my family and business completely separate from my vices and pleasures. Olive was practically both by proxy.
We were here for Kee not to fool around with each other. But then she lifted her chin and stood, straightening that A-line bridesmaid dress before she hooked her arm in mine.
“Sounds like a great time, Casanova,” she said condescendingly before pulling me toward the elevators. “Show me the way. I’m ready.”
Once I got Olive out of the reception, I’d explain to her that she was going to sleep. Alone.
As soon as the elevator door shut, Olive looked up at me, licked her lips, and wrapped her arms around me. When hermouth met mine, she tasted like liquor and sweet apples. Her tongue slid between my lips because I let it, her hands roved over my chest because I let them, and her hips pressed against me as she moaned because I didn’t push her away.
My body was experiencing something foreign, something completely shocking, and something astronomicallywrong. I wasn’t attracted to Olive. How could I have been? I barely noticed her half the time, but in that elevator, I reacted. My cock instantly hardened against her, so quickly that I held her hips for actual support. I couldn’t stop tasting her sweet lips even if I tried. And I fucking didn’t. I indulged instead. This desire was fierce and wrong. She was young and barely on my radar. Yet, I wanted to explore why the hell I was suddenly craving her.
Finally, she pulled back and opened her eyes. They sparkled with mirth. “Yeah”—she patted my chest—“I think you might do, Dimitri.”
“I might do?”
“Sure, the kiss was okay enough.” She shrugged and leaned against the railing of the elevator. “So, you’ll do just fine at making me forget my ex for a night.”
“If I sleep with you—and that’s a bigif, Olive—you’ll forget him forever,” I told her.
She shook her head and stared at me for a second before a smile so big whipped across her face. “Oh, gosh, I thought that was a joke. You’re serious?”
“Of course I’m serious.” I frowned at her.
“I don’t think so. The kiss wasn’t that great. Rufford could do better than that.”
Now she was goading me. That was fine. I stepped close to her and put a hand on either side of her hips to grip the railing and cage her in. “I have five more floors to prove to you that what we did right there wasn’t kissing,” I growled, like I cared. I hated her mentioning me in comparison to her damn sorry excuse ofa boyfriend. “It was just a sample. A taste. When I kiss you, you won’t compare me to anyone else.”
Chapter Four
OLIVE
He consumedme on that elevator as his hand slid up my thigh and his tongue dragged around my mouth.
He was right.
I wasn’t thinking of anyone else while he did it. His hands were masterful, his tongue skillful, and his body perfection. He brushed his thumb along the seam of my thong, and I pulled my mouth from his to whimper on his shoulder as he dragged his tongue along the column of my neck. I’d never really had a doubt the man would be good in bed.
I’d tried not to imagine it since I’d been with Rufford, but Rufford had accused me of hanging out with Dimitri too much, and well, I couldn’t control where my mind wandered in my dreams.
Dreams weren’t reality here, though. Reality was much better. His hand massaged my thigh before hiking it up over his hip so he could get closer, but our height difference didn’t grant me the leverage I craved. I wanted to rub against him, feel how hard he was for me against how wet I was for him.
He growled and leaned down a bit to grab the backs of my thighs, lifting me up to encircle my legs around his waist, settingmy ass on the railing. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and that’s when my world turned upside down.
Dimitri’s cock against my pussy, even with fabric between us, felt life-changingly huge. Tears actually pricked my eyes from desire. My hips rocked hard into him. “I want you here. Right now, Dimitri.”
“We’re on a public elevator.”
