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This was a mistake.

I was torn between pushing through with Aaron, just to prove I could, and pulling back because I didn’t want anyone else’s hands on me other than Kent’s.

My phone vibrated, and I breathed a sigh of relief at having a reason to pull back. I pushed Aaron’s hand away and grabbed my phone.

Kent: Meet me in room 1469. Follow the directions.

My heart thundered so hard it blocked out all other sound. A rush of adrenaline flooded my veins, causing an excited tingle from head to toe.

“Olivia,” Aaron said loudly like he’d said it before, and I hadn’t answered.

“I have to go.” I didn’t even wait for a response. I threw money on the table, mouthed an apology to a wide-eyed Oaklyn, and got the hell out of there.

I was almost running by the time I hit the door of the restaurant. I snagged a cab and tried to do breathing exercises in the back seat to calm my racing heart.

I took a deep breath at the front door of the hotel and walked in with a calm I was far from feeling. Only a few workers lingered in the lobby, and I gave a polite smile, walking to the elevators like I had every right to be there.

I swiped my master key and held my breath as I pushed the door open. Would he be waiting for me? What were the directions? What would I find on the other side of this door?

I found nothing. The room was empty, and I exhaled hard. Shaking off the disappointment of him not waiting for me, I quickly scanned the suite, looking for his directions.

When I walked into the bedroom, I spotted a large box on the bed with an envelope resting on top. My hands trembled when I unfolded the note.

Strip naked and put on what’s in the box.

Follow the directions and wait for me.

I slowly lifted the lid like I’d find a bomb inside.

But I definitely didn’t find a bomb, even though what I found made my heart feel like it might explode.

I told him I didn’t want his kid gloves.

And he’d definitely taken them off.

13 Kent

Standing outside the hotel room door, I inhaled deeply, trying to prepare myself for what I’d find on the other side.

I knew she’d be there. I watched her walk in from where I sat in one of the offices off of the lobby. However, I didn’t know if she’d follow the directions. I didn’t think she’d balk at the plans I had for her tonight, but Olivia was her own woman and one that didn’t necessarily bow down to a man. Which made any time she did, a heady, powerful rush.

I’d given her thirty minutes to prepare. Thirty minutes to wait for me. I wanted the anticipation to build. I’d needed thirty minutes to gain a little composure. As soon as I’d seen her walk through the doors, I’d wanted to pin her to a wall and fuck her into oblivion.

I still did.

After jerking off to her picture from last night three times, I was ready to say fuck it and give in to the temptress. I was done with this bullshit of denying myself. It stressed me out, and I had enough shit I had to rein myself back on. I was done holding back from burying myself inside Olivia, and frankly, my arm was tired.

I was almost forty, not some teen who imagined what he wanted and came into his hand. I had a willing pussy on the other side of this door, and I was damn well going to take it.

Again, and again.

There was nothing wrong with consenting adults. Daniel didn’t need to come into the decision at all. He didn’t need to know. He’d never been informed of my sex partners before; he didn’t need to know now.

Shoulders back, I swiped my key and entered. Her sweet vanilla scent hit me, and my cock throbbed harder. Staring out at the sparkling city lights beyond the living room, I listened for any sound. A brush of fabric came from the opened bedroom door, and I braced myself for what I’d find.

The most beautiful sight I’d ever seen greeted me.

A moan building deep in my abdomen rumbled up my chest and fell from my lips. Soft flesh pressed to the fluffy white comforter, spread for my taking. I stared at her red-tipped toes, the black, satin cuffs strapping her to the bed, up her slim, spread legs. My mouth watered at the glimpse of her pink pussy, and I fought another groan at her heaving breasts, pulled high from her arms stretched overhead, and cuffed in the same black satin.

What I wasn’t prepared for was her red lips pursed in irritation and her eyes a fiery blue.

“You made me wait long enough, Kent.” She snarled my name and cocked a haughty brow. God, I was going to love making her bend to my will.


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