10 Kent
The whiskey did nothing to calm the thrum of desire coursing through my blood.
I’d just finished coming inside Olivia, and I was already hard again like some twenty-year-old boy and not an almost forty-year-old man. When I squeezed my eyes closed, all I saw was her tongue laving at my softening cock, just so she could taste my cum.
God, the way she responded to me when I choked her. I saw her want to fight it—to give in to her flight response. But she didn’t. She trusted me and trusted the pleasure I gave her.
The pleasure I shouldn’t have given her.
But remembering her gasping cries, and her pulsing pussy, it was hard to regret. It was hard to not want to do it again, even when I thought of Daniel.
I took another drink, almost choking on it when Olivia came walking out. “What the hell is that?”
She stopped a few feet away and posed, her smile radiant. “Isn’t it great? I worked with a local designer to make it.”
“You’re missing most of the top,” I accused.
The skirt fell all the way to the floor, but the top only had two swaths of fabric that crossed over her breasts, meeting at her neck like a thick choker. A triangle of fabric was missing, baring the inside curve of each breast and most of her stomach. The red material was stark against her skin, making her exposed curves all the more apparent.
Every man would be thinking about feeling that soft skin against their lips, hands, and teeth all night long. I knew they would because it was all that clouded my brain now.
She twirled, her smile growing at my growl. Her back was completely exposed, and when she lifted her arms, the perfect view of the outside curve of her breast taunted me too. How the hell was I supposed to make it through the night without gawking at her breasts, remembering how they’d bounced for me as I fucked her just moments ago?
She’d be beating men away with a stick, and I’d have to watch and not claim her, even though I still had her saliva on my cock.
I took a deep breath, getting my desire under control. I’d given in just this once, feeding the beast. Now, I had to go back to denial. I had to at least try.
“Come on, old man.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Then get that cranky, old man look off your face.”
The long skirt swished around her legs with each step toward me. I held my breath, not backing down from the challenge in her eyes, but also terrified of what she would do. She grabbed the glass from my fingers and finished the contents before giving me a saucy wink and heading for the door.
I was so fucked.
As soon as Olivia got in the limo, she pulled out her phone and ignored my presence. I tried to do the same, but I couldn’t stop looking at her. Maybe if I got my fill now, I wouldn’t be so compelled to do it at the event.
“Please behave in there, Olivia. You’re there as part of Kent Enterprise,” I reminded her as we walked up to the large brick building.
“Relax, Kent,” she scoffed. “I’m a pro at charity events, and I’m not going to make a scene at a charity for survivors of sex trafficking. I have a little more class than that.”
“I know. I just know how you like to taunt me.”
She looked to me with a smirk just as we walked through the doors. “You make it so easy.”
I sighed and fought to not watch the sway of her ass as she strutted into the room.
“Olivia, you look stunning,” Julia greeted us as soon as we walked in.
“Thanks, Mom. You look pretty amazing yourself.”
I shook David’s hand as Olivia and her mom embraced.
“Good to see you, Kent. Thanks for letting Olivia tag along.”
“Of course. It’s part of the business, and I figured she could learn a lot tonight outside of a business environment.”
“He thinks he’s going to teach me how to mingle and shmooze like I’m not amazing at it,” Olivia said with a laugh.
“She’s always been very good at the social events,” her mom praised.
“Hey, everyone,” Daniel greeted, walking up with Carina on his arm. He leaned down to kiss the top of Olivia’s head. “Hey, kiddo. Where’s the rest of your dress?”
“Very funny,” she deadpanned.
More hugs and air kisses happened as Carina was introduced.
“You ready for the meetings in New York next week?” Daniel asked me.
The ladies had been in a conversation, but at the mention of me leaving, Olivia turned with raised brows. “You’re leaving again?”
“Yes.”
“But you just got back.”
“Nothing to worry about, Vivian will be there.”
Carina’s eyes flicked between Olivia’s concerned face and mine. I did my best to give Carina a blank stare in return but was sure I failed when her lips twitched. “I’ll be popping in and can go over some things with you too,” she said to Olivia.