“Oh? There’s more to this tumultuous evening?” she asked, grinning.
“I’m sorry, Olivia. I’m sorry I put you in that situation.”
“It’s okay. He’s your best friend. If I thought I could actually bring you around Katie, I would. I get it. You have nothing to be sorry for. He does. But you don’t.”
“Well, give me a chance to make it up to you.”
“Does this happen to be the surprise you’re talking about? Because I love surprises,” she said, smiling.
“How would you feel about a trip to Amsterdam?” I asked.
“A what now?”
“A trip to Amsterdam. You’ve always wanted to go. You talked about it a lot in college. If you want to go, I’ve already got the trip booked.”
“Wait, plane tickets?”
“For tomorrow on my jet, yes,” I said.
“We’re flying to Amsterdam tomorrow.”
“If you want.”
“On your jet,” she said.
“If you want.”
“What about work?” she asked.
“I can take it with me. You can take yours with you. We leave tomorrow at nine in the morning.”
“But I’d—I’d have to pack. Get my laptop.”
“We can do that in the morning. You won’t need clothes. I can arrange that on the other end. Just you, your electronics, and your ass in a seat on my jet tomorrow,” I said.
I watched her jaw drop open in disbelief. I ran my hands up the denim of her pants as shock rolled over her features. I spread her legs open. I stepped as close to her body as I could, feeling a grin tug across my cheeks.
Then, she threw her arms around me and hugged me close.
“Oh my gosh, Brett!”
“I take that as a yes?” I asked as I held her tightly.
“Yes! Holy shit, yes. I want to go to Amsterdam with you!”
“Then, it’s settled. Tomorrow, we’ll go by your place and get some things. Then, at nine, we’ll be in the air,” I said.
“I don’t know how to thank you for something like this,” she whispered.
I slipped my hands underneath her shirt, traveling them up to the clasp of her bra.
“Oh trust me, I’ve got a night full of ways you can thank me,” I murmured.
Then, I popped the clasps of her bra as her lips came down onto my neck.
“Lead the way, handsome. Lead the way,” she whispered.
21
Olivia
Brett led me all the way up to his bedroom, but when we crossed the threshold, I took control. I closed the doors behind me and locked them, then pressed my hand against his chest. I swayed my hips deep. I walked him backward all the way to the edge of his bed. He fell down onto his ass, planting his hands into the mattress before he tried to reach out for me.
But I stepped back away from his grasp, my eyes never leaving his.
“If you tease me, it won’t end well for you,” he warned.
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” I said, winking.
I swayed my hips slowly before swiveling them around. I turned my back to him, dipping down and poking my ass out at him. I heard him groan deeply. Audibly. Like he was holding himself back as much as he could. Then, I rose up and slowly eased my shirt over my head. I plucked my bra straps off my shoulders and slid them down my arms, my back bared to him as I swung the fabric over my head.
“Fucking hell,” Brett whispered.
I slowly turned around, feeling my breasts bouncing against my body. I watched his eyes drop to my tits as he licked his lips. His hands fisted the sheets of the bed. His legs were jumping at the sight of me. His thick cock was pressed against his pants, and the small wet spot had me yearning for him, longing for him to fill my throat. I massaged my tits and tugged at them. I ran my hands through my hair before sliding them down my body. I swayed my hips and rolled my shoulders before undoing the button and zipper of my jeans.
Then, I slowly inched them down my legs.
“Holy fuck, Olive. You look spectacular like that,” he said.
“And to think I’m only getting started,” I said breathlessly.
I kicked my jeans off to the side and quickly wiggled out of my panties. I was naked for him, watching as he struggled to get his shirt off his head. His hands trembled and his cheeks flushed with want for me. And I loved every second of it. He tossed his coat and tie to the ground. He ripped his button-up shirt over his head before tackling his undershirt. His bare chest rippled with strength, and the thick muscles of his arms bulged for me. I made my way for him. I turned around and wiggled my ass in his face. He gripped my cheeks and spread them apart, massaging them and worshipping my body.
Then, I sat down into his lap and began grinding on his cock.