Hitman's Hookup: A Bad Boy Romance (44 page)

“This was so delicious, Richard. But we really ought to run off to bed.”

Gina winked at me and I had to resist an involuntary cringe. Olivia grabbed my hand and stood up so quickly she nearly knocked over her own wine glass.

“Yes, this was lovely. Thank you both!”

She pulled me into the stairwell with such a ferocity I thought for a second she was trying to tear my limbs off. I laughed at her as she dropped my hand and buried her face in her hands.

“Good God, if I had known dinner was going to be twenty questions about yours and Hailey’s relationship, I would have prepared.”

I pulled her hands from her face. She was so sexy when she was embarrassed. “Okay. Truth time. How did you know all of those answers?”

Olivia bit her lip. “I might have been lost in a YouTube vortex one day. You know how that goes.” She shrugged nonchalantly but I could tell it was more than that.

“
You
have been keeping up with me.” I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed. “Admit it.”

Olivia shook her head and guffawed. “Hardly,” she said to me with a playful smile.

She turned around, her white dress flipping upwards and giving me a glimpse of red lacy underwear.

I nearly chased her up the stairs.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

WILDER

"I guess Richard has spent the last two decades learning to cook while Gina drinks,” I said from bathroom, putting toothpaste onto a brand-new, Harrison-provided toothbrush.

"I'm just happy he wasn't stuffed into a rocking chair in the basement," Olivia replied.

Her voice sounded more relaxed than I had ever heard it. It seemed that despite Gina’s interrogation, having a full stomach and a head full of Italian wine had done wonders for her temperament. I tried not to think too much about what that could potentially mean for me.

I spit toothpaste into the sink and rinsed the goo off of the slightly cracking white porcelain. I was still in my jeans and t-shirt. I smirked at myself in the mirror and decided to have some fun with Olivia. I pulled off my shirt and jeans and let them drop to the floor. All I had left on were my boxer briefs.

I opened the bathroom door to see that Olivia had beaten me to the punch; she was completely, utterly, and entirely naked. My dick hardened almost instantly. She folded her dress and tucked it back in the drawer, throwing her underwear and bra onto the floor.

She looked at me and smiled.

"I sleep naked," she said. "I hope you don't mind."

It's not often that I am rendered completely speechless, but this time was an exception. I stared at her creamy skin glowing in the moonlight and at the perfect fullness of her breasts as they sloped away from her chest. Her slightly rounded stomach reminded me for some reason of a donut. I tried not to think of burying my face in it.

And then my eyes met her pussy.

"I - uh," I said, looking away and putting a hand across my own crotch to cover up my increasingly hardening erection. "I also sleep naked, actually."

I glanced at her face, trying not to be hopeful.

She cocked her hip to the side and smiled. "So there's the slightly vulnerable guy that I knew that night in college. I thought Hollywood had permanently shaped you into a relentless asshole."

She pulled back the duvet, bending over as she crawled into bed.

Here she was, fucking with me again. I swallowed as I looked at her round ass bouncing as she crawled to the other side and dipped beneath the sheets.

"You're fucking with me," I said out loud, finding my words.

She pulled the covers up to her chin. "Goodnight, Wilder." Then she turned her back to me.

I was left standing there with increasingly blue balls. "Sorry, do I not even get a blanket for sleeping on the floor?" I said, feeling ridiculous.

Olivia mumbled, still facing the other way.

"What's that?" I asked her.

She turned to face me, her blonde hair cascading out across the pillow. "I said that you can sleep in the bed. Put some pillows down the middle and stay on your side."

I tried to read her face but it was a cipher. "Whatever you say, your highness," I said, lifting the covers and scooting into the bed. I was so enormous and the bed so small that my arm immediately touched her back.

"I said stay on your side," she muttered.

I took two of the extra pillows and set them between us, forming a wall. I tried turning on my side but the mattress was too hard and uncomfortable for that. I settled for my back.

Olivia rolled over. "You going to stop moving around anytime soon? It feels like an earthquake."

"Sorry," I whispered comically. I waited for a moment in the dark silence. "I feel like I'm at a sleepover and I'm worried that the boys are going to put my hand in warm water."

"That sounds like something you
actually
did; probably to Josh," Olivia replied in an equally quiet voice.

I laughed softly. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did. More than once. He was always the first person to drift off."

The bedroom window was open, letting in the perfect, dry air from outside. The curtains fluttered softly and a beam of moonlight fell through the window and onto the bed. I couldn't sleep knowing that Olivia's naked body was only inches away from my own. I listened to her breathing.

After a few minutes, I was sure she was just as awake as I was.

"Wilder?" she said in a soft voice.

I exhaled slowly, hoping that my voice wouldn't crack with anticipation. There was something about her that made me feel like a bumbling adolescent. "Yeah, Liv?"

"What are you thinking about?" she asked me.

I barely suppressed a chuckle. "Honestly?"

"Honestly.”

"Your naked fucking body. And fucking your naked fucking body. And doing all kinds of dirty shit to your naked fucking body." I paused. She didn't reply or reach out to smack me. That was probably a good sign. "What are you thinking about?"

"Honestly?" she asked.

"Honestly."

She popped her head above the pillow wall. "I'm thinking about climbing on top of you right now." She threw back the covers and scooted over the pillows, reaching down to pull off my boxers before I could even react.

Well, before my
brain
could react. My dick was doing a fine job on its own of reacting to her naked, warm body bouncing over me. I pinched myself on the thigh to make sure I hadn't fallen asleep.

Ouch
. Not a dream.

She yanked my pants off and my dick popped out of them. She smiled when she saw it, then bent down, her hair cascading down in a sheet of perfect blonde strands and started kissing my abdomen. She traced her tongue down my skin.

My dick was pressing into her tits. I looked down and saw that she was purposely rubbing her nipple down my shaft while she made out with my tattoos. I felt like my balls were going to explode already.

I pushed her off me, breathing heavily. "Slow down, Liv," I said, gasping for air. 

She looked at me skeptically. "Roman Wilder can't last more than a minute?" she asked me. "That's not
at all
what I've read in the press." Then she bent down and put her full mouth over my dick, her wet tongue licking up and down my shaft. I moaned loudly. She looked up at me with mirth in her eyes and sucked me harder. I felt like I was going to explode already.

I fumbled my hands into the second drawer where Harrison’s contact had stored my clothes and somehow managed to grab a condom at the first grasp. It seemed like the sex gods were raining good fortune down upon me. I made a mental note to give Harrison a raise.

Olivia grabbed the condom and pulled her mouth away from me so I could put it on. The feeling of her lips sliding up my cock nearly did it. She managed to get the condom on in time for me to erupt. She kissed my thighs as my entire body shook.

When I finished, she sat, resting on her heels, her hands placed coyly on her own tits. "Go clean up," she said. "And come back. I'm not done with you." She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You promised Gina we'd be screaming through the walls. We can't let her down, can we?"

I nearly ran to the bathroom.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

OLIVIA

I was taking my spontaneity assignment to its fullest extremes.

When Wilder returned, his dick hardening once more at the sight of me, I smiled.

"On the bed," I instructed, waiting for him to lay down again.

Then I crawled over so my pussy was in his face, sitting my ass down on his perfect, muscular chest covered in tattoos. His eyes widened and he grabbed my thighs to pull me closer to his mouth. He licked me there, his hot, wet tongue sliding up and down my slit.

I gasped and grabbed onto the bed posts. The harder I bucked the more he licked me, swirling and turning his tongue in all directions, purposely avoiding my clit.

I had thought I was in control, but I was incorrect.

"Please," I gasped. "Finish me off."

Wilder took his hands and spread my lips apart, flicking his tongue back and forth. My vision was blurring and I felt like screaming. Then I pulled myself away from him, turning around on all fours and grabbing another condom out of the open drawer. I put a fresh condom on and mounted him in reverse.

"Fuck, Liv," he said, grabbing my ass and slapping it.

I screamed as I slid myself onto him, his thickness pressing at me and threatening to tear me apart. It hurt so much, but the pain seemed to add to my pleasure. I moved my body up and down on him as he pushed harder and harder into me, bouncing my ass off of his stomach.

"You're going to fucking kill me, you know that?" Wilder panted.

I turned my head to see his face, which looked like he was in agony.

"That's the goal," I replied, instantly slowing down to tease him.

I was going to continue that course of action until he broken underneath me. But then Wilder sat up, pulling me off of him and throwing me onto the bed.

"Get on all fours," he commanded me. I felt myself get even wetter than I already was at his words. "Turn around." As I did that, he grabbed my waist and pulled me easily over to the edge of the bed. I felt his cock on my ass and shivered with pleasure.

He took himself in one hand, using the other to reach out and grab my breast. He flicked his finger over it, which sent electric shock waves of pleasure over my body. Then he stroked his wet dick between my cheeks, drawing a line down my slit and teasing his cock around my asshole. I gasped as he pushed into it slightly, then pulled it away.

He got on his knees and spread my ass apart with his hands, tracing his tongue from my pussy up to my hole, teasing his tongue in places I'd never been touched before. I let out a high-pitched scream.

Wilder whispered in my ear. "Is this your first time?"

"Just fuck me, Wilder," I groaned back. "Please."

His tip stretched me gently, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as he slowly worked his way inside of me. The pleasure of it seemed too good to be allowed.

It all felt forbidden and dirty, and the thought of being fucked by him, the guy I'd been hung up on for years, the guy that nearly every woman in the Western world wanted to have inside of her, even if secretly, even if only for one night, pushed me over the edge.

I felt like I was falling. I screamed as the world exploded around me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

WILDER

We went three more rounds before the sun came up.

I figured odds were better than good that we'd woken up Gina and Richard at least once in the middle of the night. I was awake before Olivia, and I watched her sleeping. Her hair was in knots around her face, and a thin line of drool fell down her cheeks and onto her pillow.

That's the part in movies they never show, but I wish they did. To me, it’s the best.

Well.

Second best. Being balls-deep inside of a sexy woman was the best part. Come to think of it, they don't show that part in movies either; not the ones I starred in.

I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was ten in the morning. I tried not to think of the fact that this time tomorrow we would have been on set for six hours already. One day at a time.

Olivia moved slightly as if she were waking up. Her eyes fluttered and she saw me looking at her.

"Morning, gorgeous," I whispered.

She groaned and rubbed her eyes. "Don't call me that. I feel like you call every single girl you wake up next to that."

"Doesn't take long for you to be kicking my ass, does it?" I replied, sitting upright.

"It's my default mode, Wilder," she said, her voice husky from a combination of just waking up and a night of screaming at the top of her lungs as I took her from behind for the third time.

My dick tingled at the memory. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked to the bathroom. This was the best morning view I could possibly think of having.

I walked over to the long, thin table positioned directly across from the bed and filled up two water glasses from the pitcher. Next to it was a blue ceramic vase filled with fresh sunflowers.

It struck me as odd that a place as decrepit as this would be able to keep up with fresh flowers in a room, but I brushed the thought aside as I drank thirstily. It was probably put there by whoever Harrison had sent. I heard the shower tap turn on and the curtain rings move across the rod.

"Want me to join you?" I asked a moment later from the bathroom door.

Olivia was already inside. She moved the curtain and peeked her head around the heavy white fabric. Her hair was dripping wet.

"If anything, I could get all of that conditioner applied for you. Your hair is a fucking mess, Liv."

She smiled and nodded. "If you insist, Wilder."

I hopped in at once and grabbed the large bottle of conditioner that Harrison had sent ahead using all of his assistant magic. I squirted out a handful of creamy, pale purple conditioner and massaged it over Olivia's head.