“I’ve wanted you since the second my assistant informed me in New York that you had been hired,” I said.
“Again, didn’t realize that was something I wasn’t supposed to know.”
I growled lowly in her ear, feeling her shiver against me.
“Then how about this, Olive. I’m going to take you in every way I please tonight. In every way I’ve dreamed about for years. I’ll make you cum. Make you beg for me in the night. And when you think you’ve had enough—when you think you’re ready to pass out from the pleasure you know only I can give—I’ll finally let you feel me. And the process will start all over again. Until you’re nothing but a sweating, whimpering mess in my arms tonight.”
She fell into me, and I caught her, keeping her upright as I looked around. I smiled and nodded, like nothing was going on. My chest filled with pride. The fact that my words could take her out at her knees meant I had to deliver tonight. And for my sweet treat, I would.
For my Olive, I would do anything.
I held her close to me, and we swayed. I twisted her out and moved her around the dance floor when the tempo picked up. I plucked glass after glass of wine and champagne for us, feeling my body loosen up. I twirled her around. I picked her up over my head. Soon, the noise of the crowd fell away and the only two people in the world were us. I lost myself in her blue eyes. In the way she smiled at me. The way she held me. The way she tightened her arms around my neck and pressed her sloping curves against my muscles.
“You look dashing in your tuxedo, Brett,” she whispered.
“No one holds a candle to you tonight, Olive,” I murmured.
“Oh, don’t tease me with a good time now. I quite like the feel of wax against my skin.”
I nuzzled her ear. “Who says I’m teasing you with anything? I figured I made you a promise a little while ago.”
“You’ve really stepped up your flirting game.”
“Funny, you seem to have gotten worse,” I said, grinning.
She giggled, and feeling her smile against my skin rattled me to my core. I needed her. Wanted her in a way I hadn’t experienced since that first night I felt her body wrapped around mine. I pulled away from her and took her hand. I turned around and headed for the side door, pulling her off the dance floor. I felt her following me effortlessly, trusting my every move as I slammed into the darkened door and poured us into a pitch-black hallway.
“Where in the world are we going?” she asked.
The door closed behind us with a thud, and I pinned her against the wall.
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to share you with them anymore, Olive,” I said.
“I didn’t realize you were.”
“I don’t want them looking at you. At us. I don’t want to put on appearances. I don’t want to stuff down what it is I truly want to do to you tonight.”
I felt her lips flutter against mine as my knee slid between her legs. I gripped her arms. I pinned her to the wall. I kept her there in front of me as her lips reached out for me. I felt her warm breath against my skin. I felt her pillowy red pout smoothing against my own. I puckered my lips to kiss her, but she pulled back. Grinning at me. Taunting me. Teasing me.
“You’re playing a dangerous game tonight, Miss Masters.”
Her nose fell against mine as a giggle fell from her lips.
“You’re the one who pulled me into the hallway, Mr. Greyson.”
My forehead fell against hers, and I felt my cock pressing against my pants. I didn’t know if I’d be able to make it home. Hell, I didn’t know if I’d be able to make it to my car to get us back to my place. Fuck me, I didn’t even know if she was coming back to my place. All the more reason to give in to her now. Give in to her sultry, seductive tone and her sparkling blue eyes that were still somehow visible in the darkness of the hallway.
“You captivate me, Olive,” I whispered.
“Funny. I thought I was your sweet treat for the night,” she said.
I crashed my lips against hers and felt her rise to the occasion. She stood on her tiptoes and laced her arms around my neck, tightening her grasp on me. My hands fell down her body, cupping her breasts and feeling the dip in her waist. I squeezed it. Fisted it. Coaxed it and rubbed it. I slid my hands down to her hips as her leg came up, the dress falling away as if it was meant to be on the fucking floor. She wrapped one leg around me, then two. She hopped to get herself wrapped up around me as I pressed her into the wall. My hands splayed against the cold wallpaper. Our tongues collided as she moaned down my throat. I felt her tits puckering against my chest, her tight little nipples calling out for my mouth to be on them.