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Olivia woke Brian with a hand over his
eyes.

“No peeking,” she said in a soft singsong
before she kissed the sensitive spot below his ear. Morning wood was tenting
the sheet.
Perfect timing.

He stretched and arched his back. “Mmm.
Sounds promising.”

A black silk scarf was tucked beneath her
pillow. She’d thought they would have gotten around to using it last night, but
Brian had been in the driver’s seat the entire time. There’d been such a
whirlwind of passion that she’d forgotten it until she woke—time for her to be in
charge.

Keeping her palm cupped over his eyes, she
teased the bedclothes down his muscular stomach, past his waist and hips,
revealing his magnificent erection. That was a sight of which she’d never grow
tired—his smooth skin, taut and waiting for her.

Looping in delicate circles, she trailed
the shimmering fabric from his chest to his torso and down to his cock. A groan
rumbled from his throat. She smiled, studying the twitch of his full lips.

“You like that?” she asked, brushing the
silk along the underside of his shaft, making sure to give his balls some
attention as well.

“It’s okay.” He laughed, but the
breathiness in it suggested he was greatly enjoying everything she did. “I’m
just waiting to see what else you’re going to do.”

Olivia’s mind scrambled. She hadn’t planned
much more than a morning ambush, but she played it cool. “If you’re a good boy,
I promise to make you happy.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be a good boy,” he
said in mock defiance. “My wife makes me want to be bad.”

From his words, an idea sprang to life.
“But your wife isn’t here right now.” She stifled a giggle but rolled her neck
and went with it.

“She isn’t?” he asked, boyish elation
tingeing his voice.

“She sent me here to make you happy. I’m
very good at making men happy.” She continued to trail the fabric up and down
his length, all the while keeping her hand clasped over his eyes.

“I see.” He cleared his throat and shifted
on the bed. “May I ask your name?”

Oh. Shit. He would have to ask that,
wouldn’t he?
“It’s Sabrina,” she answered,
recalling the name of the woman from housekeeping who’d brought them fresh
towels the night before.

“That’s a beautiful name. Tell me what you
look like, Sabrina.”

Olivia used one hand to gather the scarf
while she kept the other clamped over Brian’s eyes. She softly kissed his
stomach and his firm muscles twitched beneath her lips. “I have long, red hair,
green eyes and a mouth that loves to be kissed.”

“I’ve never been with a redhead. Are you
fiery?” He swallowed, hard.

“Well, men tell me things.” She leaned down
to his ear. “They tell me I’m talented.”

Brian’s breath hitched in his throat as if
she were about to divulge that she had some ability that made her the eighth
wonder of the world. “Please. Don’t let me stop you. Go on.”

“I’d rather show you my talents, Brian.
What fun is it if I tell you?”

A wide grin crossed his face. “Fair enough,
but I love hearing a woman talk about her body. It really turns me on.”

May as well go for broke here.
“Men tell me I have a luscious ass. You’ll have to judge for
yourself, but you have to do it with your hands. Keep your eyes closed.” She
shifted to her knees and straddled his waist. Bending forward, she draped the
silk across his eyes, wrapped it behind his head and tied a small knot to the
side.

“I like the way you think.” Brian’s strong
hands gripped her hips, pressing into the fleshiest part of her ass. “Mmm.
You’re perfect. Firm, but just enough there for me to dig my fingers into.”

Olivia grasped his hands and flattened them
against her stomach. “There’s more.” She inched his fingers north until they
found her breasts. She closed her eyes as blood rushed and filled her skin,
nipples tightening beneath his touch and heat blooming between her legs.

“Also perfect. Velvety and smooth.” He
squeezed both mounds then began to pluck at the tight buds with his thumbs and
index fingers.

Carefully she lowered herself to her
elbows, her mouth mere inches from his. “Do you want me to kiss you?” she
whispered.

Brian’s hips bucked. “God, yes.”

“And your wife will be okay with that?
Kissing is so intimate.” She brushed the corner of his mouth with her lips.

“Didn’t she ask you to make me happy?”

“She did. I believe her exact instructions
were whatever you want.” Her mouth grazed his jaw and she gave him soft,
open-mouthed kisses along his neck until she met his lips with her own and
their tongues flickered at each other. “What else would make you happy?” She
nudged at his earlobe with her nose before giving it a gentle nip.

He grunted and turned his face into her
neck. “I want you to have your way with me.”

A knock came at the door. “That can be
arranged. First, I must see who’s come to visit.”

“Shit.” Brian clawed at the bed. “I need
the sheet. Who’s here?”

She climbed off him. “Don’t worry. I’ll go
into the hall.” She tiptoed to the chair and grabbed the hotel robe, wrapping
herself up in it. As promised, she slipped into the hall.

Carson greeted her with a hesitant smile,
followed by a deep flush of crimson to his cheeks. His sandy blond bangs
flopped down into his face. “Morning, ma’am.” He inched toward the door with
the room service cart.

“Good morning, Carson. We meet again.” She
stopped the cart with her hand. “I’ll take it inside. You’re early and Mr.
Saunders is uh—” She gestured with a nod. “Indisposed.”

She didn’t think it was possible, but his
face turned an even brighter shade of red. “Yes ma’am. Of course ma’am.”

Olivia plucked the leather folio from his
hand and signed for breakfast, leaving him a generous tip. “Thank you, Carson.
I’ve got it from here.” With a flip of her hair, she backed the cart into her
room and the door slammed shut behind her.

“Was that your boyfriend’s voice I heard
out in the hall?” Brian asked.

Olivia smirked. “I don’t know what you’re
talking about, Mr. Saunders. I don’t have a boyfriend.” She peeled the foil
from the bottle of champagne she’d ordered, carefully twisting the wire cage
away and popping the cork with a quick twist.

Brian sat up in bed. “Champagne?”

She filled two flutes, dropped her robe to
the floor and traipsed back to the bed. “Here.” She held the glass to his lips.
“Drink.”

“Mmm.” His tongue trailed along his lower
lip. “Sparkling rosé?”

She shook her head.
He has to know
everything.
“Perhaps. I told them to send the most expensive thing they had
since you’re paying.” She snickered. “Now be a good boy and lie down.” She put
the glasses to rest on the bedside table and watched as he settled his head
back on the pillow.

“What do you have planned for me, Sabrina?”
A conspiratorial smirk spread across his full lips.

“Breakfast as soon as I’m finished with
you.” Olivia took a plate of strawberries from the room service cart and
perched on the edge of the bed. “Hungry?” Carefully, she placed one of the ripe
red berries on Brian’s lower lip.

His smirk bloomed to a smile and he took a
bite as she eased the fruit into his mouth. “Juicy,” he said.

“That’s only a taste of what’s to come.”
She took the second bite of strawberry and dropped the stem onto the plate. Her
knee sank into the mattress when she climbed over him to the center of the bed.

Brian’s hand patted the sheet until he
found her thigh. “What’s to come or who’s to come?”

Olivia was glad he couldn’t see her roll
her eyes.
Clever, Bri. Clever.
She eased on to all fours and lowered her
head to kiss his firm stomach, inching lower, over the narrow trail of hair
below his bellybutton. “Tell me what you want, Mr. Saunders. Tell me
everything.”

He cleared his throat and shifted his
weight as she lazily peppered the lowest parts of his belly with soft kisses.
She was especially careful not to touch his cock, merely to make him aware of
her presence. “After that kiss earlier, I’d really like to be inside that mouth
of yours.”

“That’s a start,” she purred. “But tell me
more. Tell me what you really want.” Her hair cascaded down onto his stomach
and she rocked her head back and forth. She took pure joy in it as it seemed to
make him squirm.

“Well, I want to feel your tongue against
my skin. I want to feel the softness of your lips. I want to get lost in the
heat of your mouth.”

“That’s better.” She smiled as she
positioned herself between his legs. She reached up and dropped her finger at
the base of his throat, dragging it along his midline. “The minute I saw your
hard-on, I knew I wanted to do this.” With a slow pass of her tongue, she
moistened her lips and pursed them, pressing them against the silky smooth head
of his cock. Slowly she parted her lips and took more of the head, stopping and
sucking hard when she reached the ridge, wrapping her fingers around the base
of his erection.

“Oh God,” Brian murmured as his hips
twitched and his fingers twined in her hair.

She swirled her tongue around his head,
stopping at the end of every pass to flick it against the underside. Brian’s
moans and groans could only be interpreted as a plea.
Please. Don’t. Stop.

With a flick of her wrist, she moved her
fingers to stroke his balls and drew him into her mouth as deep as possible. As
her lips moved up and down his steely length, she sucked in her cheeks and made
a point of swallowing every time the tip of his cock reached the narrowest part
of her throat.

“Jesus, Liv…I mean, Sabrina. That feels so
good.”

Olivia knew her husband so well; the pulses
and quivers beneath his skin meant he wouldn’t last long at this pace. She
slowed her passes and lessened the pressure of her mouth until she gently
released him from her grip. She tenderly kissed his hip. “I take it you enjoyed
that, Mr. Saunders?”

“God, yes. Your mouth is incredible.”

She toyed with his balls, using a
featherlight touch of her fingertips. “Surely you want more. Tell me what else
you want.”

His breaths were still a bit ragged. “I
want to fuck you.”

It didn’t matter where they were, whatever
the circumstances—whenever he said that, a jolt of electricity shot through
her. “Of course you do. That doesn’t really tell me what you want though. I
need to know how you want it.”

“I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t
see straight.”

Olivia’s eyes opened wide.
Wow.
“I
see.” She nestled her ass in the center of the bed near his hip and spread her
legs, placing one across the top of his thighs and the other along his side
with her foot near the pillow. She grasped his hand, which had been resting on
his stomach, and guided it between her legs, teasing apart her now-fevered
folds. “Is this where you want to be?”

Brian drew in a sharp breath. “You’re so
wet.”

She held his wrist firmly as one of his
fingers found its way inside her. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she dictated
the motion of his hand, in and out. Waves of dizziness washed over her, every
pass unbelievably fulfilling. “Is that where you want your cock, Mr. Saunders?
Deep inside me?” Pleasurable anticipation ignited between her legs, rolling
through her entire body until her toes began to curl.

“I want my cock in you now, Sabrina.”
Brian’s voice came out as a hungry growl. “Right now.”

Olivia arched her eyebrows. “Right now?”

“Yes. Now. I’m not kidding.”

God, I love it when he gets bossy.
She popped up to her knees and straddled him, taking his thick dick
in her hand and guiding it inside her. A fierce groan came from the depths of
Brian’s throat as she sank down onto him. His fingers grasped her hips tightly,
digging into her flesh, directing her up and down as he met her body with
strong and forceful thrusts.

She slanted closer as sun streamed into the
room, revealing tiny beads of sweat dotting the contours of Brian’s shoulders.
She placed her hands on either side of his chest, creating friction between his
warm skin and her clit every time their bodies met. The pressure was pulsing in
her, building and peaking, building again, until she was poised on the edge of
pure bliss. She was amazed when the orgasm didn’t tear through her. It only
continued to coil in her belly.

Brian raised his head off the pillow, still
blindfolded, and sucked one of her tightly beaded nipples. Her neck went weak,
his tongue teased, each agile lick sending another sizzle through her.

“Oh God, Bri,” she gasped, her entire body
wound as tight as it had ever been, a bundle of unpredictable forces pinging
inside her.

With an unexpected burst of energy, Brian
lifted her and flipped her over on to her back. Her head bounced when it hit
the bed.

On his knees, he tore off the blindfold.
The flash of his eyes told a story of hard-boiled need. “Jesus, Liv. I have to
look at you.” His chest heaved and he gripped her hips, tugging her body to
his. Not pausing for even a fraction of a second, he drove back into her.

His new approach was fulfilling on many
levels, physical and cerebral. The pressure clamored through her belly, fueled
by Brian’s forceful, insistent thrusts. Sweat dripped from his forehead down
onto her breasts and she could no longer contain everything that he’d built
inside her. With a sharp tightening, the release burst and rolled through her
body. Her internal muscles pulsed around his rigid cock, grasping and releasing
before grabbing hold again.

Brian groaned and his body froze, eyelids
fluttering shut. She watched as his facial muscles relaxed while he took
several more thrusts. With a deep breath, he collapsed next to her on the bed.