Fletcher thought, by tasting Olivia, he would quench his hunger.
The opposite had happened.
Now he just wanted more of her, as if she was his very own drug of choice.
Those dark pink nipples, her moist pussy, her swollen ready lips—they kept flashing through his mind and tempting him like the devil. Closing his eyes, he could nearly feel the moment his fingers slid inside her as she arched, needing and wanting more.
Christ, she was a sensual, sexy goddess, with her flaming red hair spread around her as her mouth parted. It was the perfect invite for his cock.
How could he not want more?
Was he going to let some fucktard reporter stop him from having Olivia again?
No fucking way.
The company policy? Well, that was a little trickier.
He grabbed his phone from the top of the cabinet in his gymnasium and checked his texts.
No answer.
Damn her.
Fletcher knew what she was doing.
Olivia was sending him a clear message.
She’d been very clear she was scared to lose Sammy, and he respected that. The difference between someone powerful, wealthy, and successful like him and average folk was that he didn’t let fear rule his life.
Fear blocked you from being able to see the possibilities available to you. And usually there were many options if you just looked.
Olivia could only see the trap Simon had stuck her in.
Fletcher was going to start looking for other options. He would find a way to protect both Liv and Sammy, and deal with this Simon dick.
The answer would come.
It had to. It appeared that he wanted more of her, so he wasn’t going to let Simon stop him. He’d go out of his mind if he couldn’t taste her again.
But it was more than that. This was Olivia. He wanted to talk to her, hold her in his arms again and listen to her laugh and tell him stories.
Knowing she was trapped by this fucker was making him furious.
He’d meant it when he told her the Dufort family didn’t sit by idly and let people push them around. The US senator who’d tried to blackmail Daniel not long ago had found that out the hard way.
He’d failed.
Daniel had used a private security company who may be able to help Olivia. She’d made it clear she didn’t want his help, but Fletcher knew that was her fear talking.
He just had to be careful.
Fletcher quickly showered, turned off the jets, and then stepped out, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He ran a hand over his pec, down his abdomen, and gripped his cock.
One phone call and he could have any number of New York women on their knees and sucking him off this evening.
Instead, he had other plans.