Once Upon a Dare (Risky Business)(34)
“Didn’t you get my message?” he asked, surprise coloring his words as he moved forward to claim the empty seat across from her.
Olivia sneaked a peek at him from under her lashes. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but he looked about as sincere as a Boy Scout with those freaking dimples.
“What message?” she asked, exasperation creeping into her voice. Whether she was annoyed at him for being late or herself for noticing those dimples, she wasn’t sure. “I’ve been in meetings all day. I only just got back to my desk.”
“I’m guessing that one,” he replied with a crooked smile as he pointed to the flashing red light on her desk phone. “I had an emergency and didn’t want to leave you hanging with the impression I’d blown off the Vixen meeting.”
“What kind of emergency?” she blurted out before she could stop herself. If it was a real emergency, then it was none of her business. She didn’t want to know any more about him than she already did. Did she?
“The family kind,” he explained. “I’m sorry, but it couldn’t be helped.”
Aside from the one call she’d interrupted with his sister, she’d never heard him talk about family before. When other people talked about their families or weekend plans, he usually remained quiet. He never talked about anything but business in the office. Truth be told, she didn’t know much about him at all. Curious, she flattened her brows, but remained silent.
“It’s true.” He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was in the emergency room with my niece. She broke her arm this morning, wrestling with her brother.”
“You were at the hospital?” Olivia asked, the skepticism on her face matching the tone of her words.
“I’m not a complete *, you know.” He frowned, his gaze burning through her. She could practically see the wheels of his mind turning as he came to the realization that that was exactly what she thought. “My family needed me in White Plains. Otherwise, I would have been on time.”
Her mouth fell open. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…I hope she’s okay.”
“Kids will be kids, right?” he joked halfheartedly. “Lulu will be just fine. She’s tough like her mom.”
“Good,” Olivia replied, cursing herself for exposing his softer side. That was the last thing she’d wanted to do. Getting to know him on more than a superficial level was too dangerous, given their chemistry. They had to keep things strictly business from now on. Well, business with a splash of pleasure.
“So…” He rubbed his hands on his knees anxiously. “How was the meeting? What do you need me to do?”
“Glad you asked.” She smiled, pleased that he was going to let her take the lead for once, without arguing. “I assigned the easy stuff, like fact-finding and number crunching, to the junior team members. Here’s the breakdown of what everyone’s working on. I’ve given them three days to deliver full reports to both of us.”
“Looks like you’ve got everything covered,” he said, as he scanned the sheet she handed him. “And what will you and I be working on?”
“I’m glad you approve,” she said, a very wicked idea forming in her mind. “I saved the hard part for us. Why don’t you stop by my place tonight and we can work out the details?”
The look on Cole’s face when she winked at him? Priceless.
…
Cole didn’t have to wait long after he knocked on Olivia’s door. She answered wearing a sultry smile and a long T-shirt. No pants. It was the sexiest f*cking thing he’d ever seen and apparently his cock agreed.
Olivia’s lips twitched. “Took you long enough.”
He growled in response and scooped her up in his arms. Down the hall, he laid her on the bed. He barely registered the details. They didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was getting inside his woman and proving once and for all that he alone could fulfill her needs so exquisitely. When he stepped away from the bed, Olivia climbed to her knees and grabbed the waistband of his jeans.
“No games,” she breathed, pulling him to her, their lips crashing together.
Her kiss was deep and desperate as he tore the T-shirt from her body, shedding it in record time before peeling off his own clothes. His hands were everywhere all at once, exploring her soft curves as if for the first time. She was perfection. Perfect breasts, perfect ass, perfect legs. And that little hollow in her neck? He’d never get tired of licking it. Or the way she moaned when he nipped her with his teeth.
He thought he’d died and gone to heaven when she grabbed his cock, massaging the head with her thumb before reaching further south and cupping his balls. He groaned in agony as she stroked the sensitive flesh underneath. He needed to feel her body wrapped around him and he needed it bad. As they fell back on the bed together, he drove into her without warning.
Olivia cried out, giving him pause as she raked her manicured nails across his shoulder.
“Don’t stop.”
“You’re sure?”
“Don’t. Ever. Stop. Fucking. Me,” she ordered, eyes ablaze.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he promised, twisting his hands in her hair and pulling out. She whimpered at the temporary loss of contact as he flipped her over, intent on giving her such divine pleasure she’d be ruined for any other man. She complied easily, putting her hands against the headboard and lifting her bottom for him. He drove deep on the first stroke, burying himself to the hilt within her. She moaned and rocked her ass against him.