A Tragic Wreck (26 page)

“Alex,” she whimpered into his mouth as her body climbed higher and higher.

“Yes, love,” he exhaled.

Olivia’s body was on fire. She had never felt so much pleasure from Alexander before. There was something so different about having sex with him at that moment. For the first time, it was so much more than sex, and it didn’t scare her anymore because Alexander was someone worth facing her fears for.

She closed her eyes, fighting against her impending orgasm, not wanting to finish so quickly. She was feeling, and she wanted to keep feeling. She never wanted to turn it off again.

“Open your eyes, Olivia,” he demanded.

She smiled, following his command. She relished the dominating side of Alexander.

He leaned down and feathered kisses against her neck. “I want to see your eyes when I make you come,” he said, reminding Olivia of the very first orgasm she ever had at his hands. The happy memory was all too much and she exploded around him, her orgasm shaking her entire body, surprising her.
 

“Olivia,” Alexander moaned out as she continued convulsing underneath him. A big smile spread across his face. He loved watching her as she shuddered from an orgasm that only he could give her. Maintaining a steady rhythm, he released into her seconds later, savoring the feel of her body so close to his once again. This was right. This was home.

“P
ENNY
FOR
YOUR
THOUGHTS
,” Alexander said a week later as they flew north in his Gulfstream. They had spent the last week locked in a suite at the Ritz, neither one wanting to leave the other’s side for too long. Over that week, they made up for lost time. Alexander was happy to keep Olivia in Florida a little bit longer. He was worried about taking her back to Boston. There were still unanswered questions and unknown threats to her safety, but they couldn’t stay in Florida forever.

“I just feel bad that I didn’t get to thank Cam for…” She stopped short, wondering how much Alexander knew about what had gone on.

He reached across the seat and clutched Olivia’s hand. “It’s probably best this way.” There was a loud silence in the air. “He told me everything,” Alexander said quietly.

Olivia looked up. “You mean…” She trailed off.

He nodded his head slowly, a tear falling down his cheek. “I could have lost you. That will never happen again, Olivia. I will always look out for you. You don’t ever have to worry about me leaving you because it will not happen. I swear to you.”

She looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to numb everything, turn it all off because it hurt too much. I didn’t want to feel anymore, and it was the only way I knew how.”

Alexander wrapped his arms around her, bringing her body close to his. “Don’t ever do that again,” he said forcefully, gently nipping on her neck. “I want you to feel. I want you to feel me every fucking day.”

She moaned from his words and his tongue drawing circles against her warm skin.

“I can’t get enough of you, Olivia,” he said before bringing his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She pressed her body against his, but no matter how close she was to him, it wasn’t close enough. Running her fingers through his hair, she deepened the kiss, not caring that Alexander’s flight attendant could walk in at any moment.

He pulled out of the kiss, panting. “Jesus, Olivia. You drive me fucking wild.” He stood up, pulling her up with him, and walked toward the back of his plane, opening a door.

Her jaw dropped, shocked to see a bedroom. She glanced at Alexander. “Is there a reason you have a bedroom on your plane, Mr. Burnham?” she asked sweetly, grabbing his tie and dragging him flush with her body.

“No reason,” he replied nonchalantly. “But I’m pretty fucking glad I have it now.” He pressed his lips against hers, picking her up and wrapping her long legs around his midsection, pressing her back against the door. “But I’m not so sure I want to fuck you in that bed. I want you here, and I want it rough. Do you want that?” he asked forcefully.

Olivia moaned, loving the feeling of Alexander’s erection between her legs again. She didn’t think she would ever tire of feeling his body so close to hers.

“Tell me you want that, Olivia. Tell me right now that you want me to fuck you against the wall.” He continued thrusting against her, nuzzling her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. “Say it,” he ordered.

“Yes, Alexander,” she responded finally. “I want you to fuck me against this wall.”

A smile spread across his face as he looked down at her, panting. “I love it when you say shit like that. Do you have any idea what a turn on that is?”

She lowered her legs to the floor and glanced down at his pants. “I have a pretty good idea, Mr. Burnham,” she replied coyly.

He glared at her, her heart racing from the intense stare he was giving her. “Are you trying to be funny, Olivia?”

She swallowed hard, thinking how every time she was with him, she never knew which version of him would be present in the bedroom. And she loved it. “No, Mr. Burnham,” she replied quietly.

“Good. Now, take off your dress, Olivia. We’ll be starting our initial descent soon, and I want you good and fucked when you walk off this plane.”

Olivia felt moisture pool between her legs at his words, a grin spreading across her face as she quickly removed her dress, bending down to unzip the same knee-length black boots she wore that snowy day back in January when she confronted Alexander in his office. The boots that she hoped would change everything.

“Oh no, Miss Adler. The boots stay on,” he said.

Olivia straightened up, keeping her boots in place. Alexander swiftly removed his clothes and stood back to admire Olivia in her pink lace bra with matching panties and, of course, the boots.

“Fuck, Olivia…”

She grinned as she lowered her eyes to his erection, noticing it grow even harder under her intense stare.

He rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her passionately. She pressed her body against his, thrusting against his erection, savoring the closeness of him. At that moment, she knew she would never run again.

He swiftly lowered her panties down her legs and over her boots. Lifting her up, he rubbed his arousal against her swollen clit. “You’re always so wet, aren’t you?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“Yes,” she exhaled, her heart racing as Alexander continued teasing her with his erection. She was ready to come from that contact alone.

“I’m the only one who can make you wet like this, Olivia,” he growled. “I’ve barely even fucking touched you and you’re ready to come, aren’t you?”

Olivia stared at him.
How does he know that?
she thought.

“I know your body better than you think I do,” he whispered against her neck, entering her. Olivia moaned as he picked up his pace. She moved against him, wanting him to just crawl inside of her and never leave.

She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Alexander’s body pressed against hers as he thrust into her, slamming her repeatedly against the wall. Her breathing became erratic as she thought how no one had ever satisfied her the way Alexander always did. She was never left wanting. “Faster, Alex,” she begged.

“You want it faster?” He leaned down, his voice husky in her ear. “You like it like this, don’t you? You like it hard…and fast…” He picked up the pace, pushing further and further into Olivia. “God, I love fucking you, Olivia.”

She moaned, throwing her head back.

“Do you love it when I fuck you like this?” He drove harder and harder into her, wanting to savor the feeling of her around his erection but knowing that he was about to explode. Olivia opened her eyes, looking at Alexander’s blazing green ones, his forehead dripping with sweat as he continued moving inside of her.

“Just fucking say it, Olivia, or I’ll pull out before you can come. I know it’s true. I know you like it hard and fast, and that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” He pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her with such passion.

Olivia’s body convulsed around his, her vision becoming fuzzy from the waves of pleasure overtaking her entire being. She screamed out Alexander’s name as her body trembled against his. “Yes, Alexander,” she said, finally finding her voice. “You’re the only one…”

A smile crept across his face as he continued pumping into her. “Damn straight I am. And you’re the only one for me, love,” he said before moaning out her name, finding his own release, relishing in the feeling of her body still shaking around his. When the last of his tremors ceased, he pulled back, staring down at Olivia. “Don’t ever leave me again,” he said, his voice pleading with her. “I don’t ever want to be the person I was without you in my life. Okay? Please. Promise me. Promise you won’t run again.”

Olivia reached up and grabbed Alexander by the neck, bringing his face to hers. Brushing her lips against his, she said, “Never again.” She felt his lips turn up into a smile.

“Good. Now get dressed. We’ll be landing soon.”

She smiled, secretly relishing in the bossy side of him. She had missed that. And the gentle side. And the dominating side. And the angry side. And the passionate side. And every side in between.

“Where are my panties?” Olivia asked, searching the bedroom for where Alexander had thrown them during their intense moment.

“You’re not getting them back, and don’t you dare go clean up, either. I want my come dripping down your leg, reminding you that I’m the only one allowed to do that.” He turned abruptly and walked to the main cabin, leaving Olivia completely speechless. And happy.

She made her way to the main cabin and sat down next to Alexander, taking the glass of bourbon he held out for her.

“Now, there’s one thing that we need to discuss before we land.”

Mr. Businessman was back. She rolled her eyes, secretly thrilled to see that side of Alexander again. “Okay. What is it?”

“As you probably recall, we had a conversation about a very serious threat to your safety back in October. That threat is still out there so, until I know you’re no longer in any danger, I want to assign a protection detail for you. Mainly Carter and a few other agents.”

“Alex, please. I was fine in Boston. I was there for over a month without an incident…” She trailed off, remembering the strange man that Alexander attacked on the snowy street back in January.

Alexander raised his eyebrows at her as she recalled exactly why she had felt safe those weeks she was in Boston. She remembered seeing an SUV parked outside her house nearly every day after the attack. He had been protecting her, even though they weren’t together. As the plane made its final approach into Logan, she realized that Alexander never stopped caring for her. And it warmed her heart.

“Welcome home, love,” Alexander said, kissing her temple as they stepped off his plane and onto the tarmac.

Olivia inhaled the crisp February air, thankful to be back with Alexander in the city that she had grown to love over the past decade. Everything was as it should be.

“C
HERYL
,
WHAT
’
S
THE
PLAN
today?” Donovan shouted into the phone.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea that you do this, boss? I mean, what if you’re made?”

“I don’t care. So far, nothing has been going right. We’ve waited long enough. It’s March, for crying out loud! When you want something done, you do it yourself. Now that she’s back in town, we need to make some fucking headway. Enough time has passed that Burnham won’t be on high alert anymore. So, are we good to go this afternoon?”

Cheryl exhaled loudly into the phone. “Yes, sir. I’ve been able to ensure that she will be alone after her morning appointment. She’ll be heading back to her place around noon.”

“Perfect. Thank you, Cheryl. You’re a gem.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Olivia? Where did you go?” Dr. Greenstein slowly brought her patient back to earth. Olivia sat staring out at the Boston cityscape, her thoughts revolving around one person again. Alexander. It seemed that all she had been doing lately was thinking about him. The past month had been the happiest in her life. She finally had started to let Alexander in.

Olivia turned her gaze from the office window as snowflakes began to fall in the mid-March sky. “Sorry, doctor. I’m here.”

“I want to go back to something we had started talking about this past Tuesday before you stormed out of here.” She eyed Olivia, waiting to see her reaction.

“I did not storm out of here. I graciously left after I said you were full of shit and had no idea what you were talking about.” Olivia crossed her arms in front of her chest, avoiding the doctor’s eyes.

“Do you really feel that way?” Holding her pen and paper as if ready to write down whatever crazy thing was about to fall out of her mouth next, Dr. Greenstein looked at her.

“No, I don’t. I know I say that a lot.”

“Usually when you know I’m right about something. Olivia, you need to start facing these fears that you have. I know we’ve been working on this for the better part of a decade now but, at some point, I need you to start reaching out of your comfort zone.”

Olivia looked at the doctor, not responding. Her therapist was right. She just didn’t want to admit it, especially to her. She knew Dr. Greenstein just wanted to help her but, sometimes, ignorance was bliss.

“Now, what is it that scares you most about Alexander?”

Olivia exhaled loudly, leaning back against the couch, not really wanting to talk about any of that, but she knew she had to. “I don’t know. That I’m falling in love with him. That he’s going to be taken from me just like everyone else in my life. And, well, I don’t know. I still feel like he’s holding something back from me.”