Why did I care about this? About her? Sure, I’d admitted I might enjoy a regular woman in my bed for a change. I’d heard about friends with benefits, thinking that I might try it with Olivia. But people in those situations didn’t care that their friend was with another man. I felt like a damn teenager again, filled with a nauseating mix of horniness and jealousy, as she strode over with a scowl on her face.
“Adam,” Olivia said coolly as she stood by my bar stool, her arms folded across her generous chest. “Why are you here?” Her eyes took in my drink on the bar curiously. It was just a club soda, given that I was I was not looking to get wasted after work. I already felt like I was losing control as her eyes returned to mine.
“Who was that man you were all over?” I demanded as her eyes flashed.
“Did you come over here to discuss my business proposal?” she shot back, deflecting the conversation away from her date.
“No. I can’t risk the privacy of my patients. That hasn’t changed. It’s not an option and I won’t reconsider.” I wanted my tone to suggest that the subject was closed, but made sure my words were clear, too. What I really needed was to know who the man was and what she had going on in her life. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder like a cave man and take her to the closest bed. I wanted to claim her as mine. I blinked as she spoke.
“You didn’t even give me a chance to break my idea down.” I looked at her, realizing that it was the truth, but it really didn’t matter. “We can handle security. We do privacy every single day. I can’t even count the number of secret events we’ve pulled off with great success. That isn’t a concern, Adam. I can give you access to all our records, protocols, and SOPs. You can interview anyone on our staff you feel you need to get information from. I’ll make all that available to you if you’ll open your mind and consider a plan that might be good for your clinic and my resort.”
I watched her speak, longing to kiss those lips again. I didn’t speak, I just wanted to watch her for a minute longer.
“You have a successful clinic. You offer all levels of care, including major surgery. I have a beautiful, relaxing, and secluded resort. Why not give your patients access to a place where they can relax for a few days after you finish their procedure? Or have them come early to prepare. Add it into your fees and that will take away the need to sell them add on services. Then they can enjoy the spa and the best environment in town. This view is much better than city buildings or a clinical setting. This place is peace, tranquility, and healing wrapped up in a pretty little package.”
She was clearly passionate about her pet idea. Her face lit up and she leaned closer to me, waiting for me to respond. I saw the fire and lust in her eyes as she licked her full lips.
She had a decent idea. She'd addressed most of my concerns thoughtfully, though it would need a few tweaks to make it work. I let out a sigh and reached for my drink.
“Set up another appointment with my assistant Lila when you have something formal drawn up. I’ll have my brother look it over with me,” I conceded.
“Thank you,” she responded enthusiastically, smiling at me with genuine joy.
“Can we get the hell out of here and celebrate properly?” I asked. Something passed over her beautiful face—a skeptical frown. I was ready to convince her to go to bed with me. My body was ready for her. I was straining against my slacks and wanted to make her mine, wanted to erase the memory of the other man from her brain. She looked gorgeous, even frowning.
“I shouldn’t, Adam. We need to keep this at a business relationship,” Olivia spoke softly as I leaned closer to her.
“I can see it in your eyes that you want me too, Olivia. And we’ve already crossed that line, anyway.” I leaned in closer and she didn’t move away. “I know you want to let go the way you did before. Let me give you that.” My voice was low; only she could hear me, and I watched as her eyes darkened. I was putting it all on the line. “I’ll get us a room. Just tell me you want this, too.”
“We don’t need a room. My house is close by.” Her eyes flicked to the full glass again. “Can you drive?”
“It’s club soda. I didn’t want to drink,” I admitted as her lips curled up into a smile. “I noticed you’ve had a few, so want a ride?”
It seemed like hours before we were making our way out the door to my car in the lot. I waited for us to be amidst the cars before taking her hand, pulling her towards my Range Rover. Her skin was clammy as I gripped her hand, needing her touch. I made it to the car and unlocked it with the push of a button, opening the door for Olivia to slide in. I pressed a soft kiss to her full lips, hearing her sigh into it as I smiled.
“I am going to kiss every part of you very soon. I need to taste you,” I murmured before kissing her again, quieting her gasp with my mouth. I closed the door to her gasp and strode to the driver’s side.
Olivia looked a bit shocked as she stared at me, and I started the car. She directed me as I drove, surprised to find that she lived ten minutes away from the lodge in a cottage surrounded by trees. I had expected to find a stylish apartment loft or neighborhood duplex, not a rustic, private cabin. She clearly enjoyed her little space, and I vowed to make her scream my name in every room of her charming little cabin.
Smiling at that last thought, I parked and got out. I hurried to the passenger side to open her door as Olivia’s feet slid to the ground. I stepped forward and she pressed herself against me. I stared at her with wild eyes for a few seconds and was stunned when she tilted up to kiss me, her mouth sucking on my lower lip. My arms went around her and I grabbed her ass, squeezing her into me. We stumbled to the front door, and she unlocked it. I followed her inside.
She slipped off her jacket and threw it on the floor. Her hands went to my belt and mine went to her shoulders, and within a few minutes of tugging on clothes between long, deep kisses, we were both naked, our clothes forming a ring around us. I managed to grab a condom from my wallet and put it on. Olivia reached a hand around my throbbing shaft and helped me guide the condom down, giving me a squeeze and eyeing me hungrily. I lifted her up, guiding her legs around my hips. I needed to be inside her immediately. Nothing else would satisfy me.
She cried out as I pressed her to the door and entered her with a slow, deep thrust.
“You feel so damn good, Olivia. So good,” I murmured, sliding in and out of Olivia’s rich wetness. She gripped my shoulders and dug her fingers in, sighing deeply and rocking against me. Her eyes were closed as she dropped her head into my neck, moaning into her kisses.
I gripped her ass harder and ground her against me, giving her all I had, stimulating every part of her sex. Our bodies were moving in unison, slick with sweat and need.
“Oh, God, Adam,” Olivia moaned as I felt her tighten around me. She soon collapsed in my arms, shuddering with a forceful orgasm. I pulled her even closer to me and finished, releasing with a deep moan. I held her close to me, feeling her heart beating against my chest as we both breathed in deeply.
She slid from my arms and stepped around me away from the door, not breaking our physical contact for a single second. Her hand brushed up my belly and up to my shoulder as she moved. I smelled that damn jasmine again as well as the musky scent of sex, taking another breath. I loved that fragrance.
I knew I wasn’t finished and I think she knew it, too. I felt her hand find mine before she pulled me away from the door. We were both weak in the knees, but we crossed the small house in a few strides
Olivia pulled me into a small, cozy bedroom and gestured towards a cracked door before dropping on the large bed. I pushed it open to a bright bathroom, glad of the small convenience. I slid off the condom and threw it away, surprised to realize that I was already getting hard again, imaging feeling Olivia underneath me, on top of me, pressed against me. I considered going to the spot in the foyer where I’d dropped my pants to get the other condoms in my wallet. I was always prepared when it came to safe sex.
I went back into the bed
room. “I'm thinking we're going to need more condoms. Shall I go get my stash?” I asked, leaning against the door frame. She was curled up on the messy blankets, still naked. My mouth watered at the sight.
“I think that might be a good idea.” Olivia’s smile drew me to her. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle not touching her for the two minutes it was going to take me to get those condoms.
11
Olivia
What was I doing?
My body was still pulsing from what had happened against my front door. I didn’t realize that sex against a door in the entryway of a house could be so incredibly good.
I heard him ask if he should get more condoms and my skin tingled. Was that my voice that told him we were going to need them? Sultry and rough and ready for more? Of course it was. I couldn’t get enough of this man.
Adam disappeared from the room and I sighed deeply. Giving in to my needs never felt this good before. I heard him shuffling through our clothes and smiled, imagining how at home he must look in my foyer, striding around naked. He appeared back in the bedroom, a look that told me he was ready to conquer anything. I stared at him in the dim light of the lamp, seeing the hunger in his eyes.
Adam dropped a handful of condoms on the bed and my eyes widened. How much longer could this man go? Then in the back of my mind I wondered why he had so many with him, then that thought quickly vanished as his eyes burned into mine.
He spread my legs apart gently as I breathed out shakily. Adam began kissing from my ankle to my knee with soft presses of his mouth as I moaned and stretched out for him. He moved up to my lower thighs as I felt heat spread all over my body like oil over water. I gasped as he pressed his mouth over my wetness, stroking lightly with his tongue.
He knew what he was doing. He alternated between sucking, licking, and gently biting between my legs, finding my most sensitive point and worshipping it with his mouth. I hummed as he sucked me between his lips.
“Adam,” I moaned as he began kissing up my stomach. “That was amazing. You make me feel so good.”
“Glad to hear it, gorgeous,” he murmured before moving up to my breasts and sliding his hand down between us, replacing his tongue with two finger and stroking me in a steady rhythm. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and it grew rock-hard as he swirled over it with his tongue.
I groaned and lifted my hips, grinding against his fingers. He released my nipple and kissed his way to my mouth. His breath was hot against my lips as he leaned down for a kiss. I surrendered to my need for him and pulled him down to me, tasting myself on his lips. I'd never done that before with anyone, and it was so hot. It felt good to pull his muscled body against me as our tongues danced together. Adam was laying on top of me, pressed against the length of my body, but was supporting some of his weight on one elbow as to not crush me. I felt one of his thighs nudge between my legs and the other settle on the bed the left of my hip. He pressed his hardness against me as our mouths slowed to an erotic pace, making me want him inside of me again.
Adam slid his fingers out of me and reached for the strip of condom packages beside him.
“I want you again,” he whispered. His voice was husky and full of longing, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Yes,” I whispered as he rose to sheath himself again. He moved back between my legs, sliding into me easily, lubricated by my wetness as I cried out.
This man was dangerous. He was making me feel things that I’d buried for years: passion and need. I’d been all business since my life changed after the injury. I loved my job and had accepted that it would satisfy me less than skiing had. I got accustomed to that reduced level of fulfillment. But Adam was bringing me back to the joy and impassioned satisfaction I had felt before. Which meant that this could break me all over again.
I wasn’t prepared for the pain of heartbreak again. My life was based on control, and I had that at work. I didn’t have it in matters of the heart and I was terrified.
Adam moved deeper inside of me and I moaned. I rocked with him, needing him to fill me as I clawed at his back. He felt so damn good as he claimed me with every thrust of his body. He leaned back and grabbed my legs, placing my ankles against his shoulders. I gasped as I felt him even deeper, taking me with harder thrusts as he murmured his pleasure: “Fuck yes, Olivia, you feel so good. Your pussy is so tight, fuck!”
I blushed as he used words that I’d only seen in books, but it felt so hot to move with him and know we were both experiencing so much pleasure. I cried out his name as I came, feeling powerlessness under the strength of my orgasm. I felt it through my whole body and arched my back into it, pressing myself into Adam and melting into the bed. Adam jerked once, then again, gripping my calves as his face strained with his release.
He gently lifted one leg from his shoulder and then the other easily dropping them one at a time to the bed, then laid his head on the pillow beside me. I was surprised to see him look so comfortable there, reclining as if he were in his own bed in his own home. I figured he would want to leave as soon as he could, but he draped an arm over me and kissed my hair. The room was filled with the scent of us and I breathed it in slowly, nuzzling into his embrace.
After a few minutes, Adam rose, and I watched him walk into the bathroom. I was still waiting for him to get dressed and run. The ball was in his court and after last time, I didn’t expect anything lasting from him. In fact, I’d be surprised if he had more than a curt word or two for me before he dashed out of my house.
I was surprised when he returned, still naked and holding two water bottles. He must feel right at home here to forage through the fridge. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought that maybe he was planning to stay a while. Adam handed me a water and relaxed against my pillows, taking a big gulp from his bottle. My heart vibrated inside my chest as I realized I liked this. I liked being here with him, naked and satiated.
“I like your place,” he offered as I smiled.
“Thanks. I like it, too.” I smiled remembering the day I’d found it and knew it would be the perfect place for me. I’d had an apartment in Denver but was staying in one of the rooms set aside for management at the resort during the week. I’d go home to Denver on weekends, but that got old fast. It was much better to have a convenient and cozy place of my own now.
“It’s like a vacation cabin. Do you ever feel too secluded out here?” Adam asked as I looked into his eyes.
“No, I like it out here. I spent so much time on the slopes when I was younger and they still call to me. I like the sound of the trees and the wind better than cars and people. I always did,” I admitted, surprised by my words.
“You were in competitive skiing.” It was a statement, not a question. I knew that it wasn’t a secret but there was something complex in his tone. I was surprised he’d done the research to know that about me.
“I was. It was my entire life for so long,” I admitted, a bit sad. Adam reached over to stroke my hair and I realized that every moment felt like the last with this man. I was scared to say too much or feel too much. Silently I vowed to not fall for him.
“I read about your knee injury. I’m sorry.” His voice was sincere, and I stared at him. Most knew about it from the media. I was at the top of the world before I didn’t make it to the Olympics. Even after that, people were counting on me for the next time. I failed them and ever since then, I’d heard the same phrases of sympathy with no real feeling.
Adam had real feeling in his voice.
“Thank you. I still ski sometimes, and I get to be in that world. That means a lot to me,” I said as I turned towards him. “It seems like you’re just as dedicated to your job.”
Adam looked at me for a moment as I got lost in his eyes.
“What made you become a doctor?” I pressed as he took another long drink of water.
12
Adam
I was aware of her heat beside me in the bed. I never stayed for a post-fuck cuddle, let alone a soul-bar
ing session, but tonight I wanted something more than just sex. I heard Olivia's question and only considered my answer for a moment. I decided with little resistance to share far more than I did with anyone else.
“I was a Navy SEAL for six years. I left the Navy because of an injury, not because I wanted to. I’d probably still be in if it hadn’t been for devastating my knee and my ankle. That’s a story for another time, but I know you get how I felt when my dream died.” I looked at her and watched a dark shadow pass over her face. She knew what I’d been through.
“I’m sorry you had to take a different path. It’s hard to reconcile. Seems like you were able to do it fairly well, though.” She smiled and ran a finger across my jaw.
A shiver went up my spine, but I needed to conceal that for the time being. “I had some time left on my contract with the Navy but I was on medical, so I had time to start college. By the time I got out, I was only two years away from my degree. By then, I knew I wanted to go to medical school. Part of the reason I’d wanted to be a SEAL was the adrenaline rush, I can’t lie about that. But the other part—the bigger part—was that I cared about my country and I cared about people.”
She gazed at me with her bottomless blue eyes. I could stare into them for hours. Olivia traced over the tattoos on my arm with the same index finger that had sent the quake of excitement up my spine just a moment before.
“You love what you do. I can see that, and the success of your practice is proof,” she told me gently as I leaned in to kiss her. “When did you get the ink?”
“I don’t have as much as some of my buddies, but I got all of it when I was a SEAL. The first one was to mark the end of Hell Week. It wasn’t my idea, but all of us who made it through in that class got tats. This one’s for a brother we lost on a mission.” I gestured to the one on my arm that included the date of his death.
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