She also knew he’d do the same with her, even before he sat next to her the night before.
Her expression might not have changed but his words spurred her to action, this being walking his way.
She stopped. Her eyes still on his, she lifted a hand and touched his chest lightly with just the pad of her middle finger.
It lasted half a second.
Then she dropped her hand, turned and walked away.
He heard the door close behind her and he couldn’t stop his smile.
Fuck yes, a seriously cool customer.
And the hottest fuck he’d had in his life.
* * * * *
10:45 The Next Morning
Nick typed in the text and hit send.
Teatro. Six.
Forty-five minutes later, he received, Room number?
He smiled at his phone and didn’t fuck around with waiting games.
He texted back, Later.
Olivia didn’t reply.
When his assistant checked them in, he sent the room number.
Olivia texted back, 6:00.
* * * * *
6:47 That Evening
He was ass to the chair watching her ride him and he didn’t even know how she maneuvered him there.
The kiss tussle started them off again the minute he’d opened the door to her.
This time it segued into a bed vs. chair tussle, one he somehow lost.
Fuck, she was going to make him come again, climb off and take off.
This would not allow him to move forward his plan.
Fortunately, he was stronger than her and could do something about that.
Her sexy noise of frustrated surprise made his cock jerk and his balls tighten as he stopped her mid-ride, pushing up to his feet with his arms around her.
Their eyes clashed as he carried her to the bed and, serious as fuck, as shocking as it was, he nearly burst out laughing at the uppity annoyed princess look she had on her face.
He controlled his reaction and then set about controlling her expression when he fell to the bed on top of her and started fucking her.
Hard.