“Leave Olive the hell alone. Don’t call her. Don’t try to contact her. Do you understand?”
Owen’s eyes dart from Olive’s and then back to mine before he nods slowly.
I walk to Olive, putting my hand on the small of her back and guiding her to the front door of the apartment. I stop for just a second and turn to Owen who has started following us.
“There should be more than enough cash on your bed to cover the damages,” I say with a smirk before Olive and I leave.
“You have to promise me something, Olive,” I say as we walk down the hallway.
“What’s that?” she asks, snuggling with her kitty, only half-listening to me.
I stop her and force her to look up at me so that she can see how serious and important this is. She gives me her full attention when she sees the intensity in my eyes.
“You have to promise me that you will stay far away from him. Guys like Owen turn into crazy exes who do crazy things, and I just want you to be safe. So, promise me, you’ll stay away, and if you do have to talk to him again, bring me.”
She laughs. “What happened to me being independent and strong and standing up for myself?” she asks.
“I already know that you can do that. You being safe is more important. I just need you to be safe,” I say, stroking her cheek.
“Okay, I promise,” she says, staring at me with eyes that show me how much she wants me.
“Take the elevator with me,” I say.
She cocks her head to one side and looks at me with narrowed eyes. “What? Why?”
“Just trust me.”
She bites her lip and then sighs, “Okay.”
I smile and grab her hand as we run down the hallway, toward the elevator. I know before we even reach the elevator how much of a mistake this is. I’m going to regret it as soon as it happens, but I don’t care. Right now, all I can do is think with my dick instead of my head.
I press the elevator button, and then we wait while Olive holds on to her cat, studying me like I’m going crazy.
The elevator door opens a second later, and I make my intentions very clear. I push Olive into the elevator. I take the cat out of her arms and place him on the ground along with the bag that she has been carrying over her shoulder. I kiss her like I’m desperate for her, like this is the last time I’ll ever be able to kiss her again. Because it just might be. Each time I kiss her or fuck her, it should be the last time, so that’s how I consider it—like it’s the last time.
My hand slips inside her pajama pants and panties until I find her spot between her folds that will make her forget about the fact that we’re riding down in an elevator and that anyone could step on at any moment and see my hand down her pants.
I lean back and click the button for the ground floor. Then, I whisper into her ear as my fingers rub over her clit, “You have until we get to the ground floor to come. But don’t worry, baby; I’ll make you come long before we get there.”
I watch as she sucks in a breath. Her cheeks flush pink, and she closes her eyes, trying to keep in the sudden sensation I’m causing inside her.
But she can still get words out. “But what if someone gets on the elevator before we can get to the ground?”
I bite her earlobe, making her let go of the tiny bit of control she was holding on to. “Then, you’d better come fast.”
I slip a finger into her pussy while I keep rubbing against her clit. I kiss down her neck, loving the moans. I love how I can control her, make her think anything, make her do anything that I want. I can even make her stop breathing. I’ve never been with a woman whom I’ve had such control over—at least when it comes to sex. I just wish I had the same control over the rest of her, too.
I bring her close to coming over and over, but I don’t let her come until we’re almost to the ground floor, just one floor above.
“Come, baby,” I say.
She comes, screaming my name again, while grabbing my hair, clawing at my