swirling the tip of his tongue around until I’m panting with desire. Then he moves to the other one, his hand sliding up my thigh and between my legs as he does.
He lets out a long groan and I know he feels how wet I am for him. I want to take a long, hot shower with him, build the tension between us, but I don’t have the patience.
“Now,” I say, tugging on his hair. “Fuck me now.”
He huffs out a husky laugh and runs back into the living room where his pants are to get a condom. I glance down and see that I’m not in the most flattering position sitting on the counter, my tummy rolls showing, but judging by his erection when he walks back in the room, sliding a condom on, Olivier doesn’t mind.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “You look incredible.”
He hooks his arms behind my knees and eases himself inside me. I lean back to get a better angle, and my back hits the sink faucet.
“Ouch. Shit.”
“Here, want me to hold you?” he offers, sliding a hand around my back.
I think about it for a brief second before responding. “Can we go do this on my bed?”
“Yeah, of course.”
He surprises me by keeping his hold around my thighs and picking me up, carrying me into the bedroom while keeping his lips on mine. When he’s about to set me on the bed, I shake my head and smile.
“You lie down,” I say breathlessly.
With a groan, he sets me down and gets on the bed. As soon as he gets on his back, I climb on and straddle him, lowering myself onto him.
“Fuck,” he says, stretching out the word as his length slides all the way into me.
It feels perfect. All my questions and doubts are gone in this moment. It’s just the two of us, taking pleasure in each other and leaving the rest of the world behind.
The only sounds in the room are the squeaking of my old mattress and our moans, growing louder as we both get closer to coming. Olivier grabs my hips and pulls me down against him, and it sends me over the edge.
He’s right behind me, his muscles tensing with his release before going slack.
We lay together then, and he pulls a blanket over us. Lying there in silence, curled up against him, is peaceful and perfect. I wish it could last forever.
I’m scared. Conflicted. I don’t want to lose this, even though I know it may be my own fault if I do. So I close my eyes, breathe in the scent of Olivier’s cologne, and enjoy the moment.
Chapter Eighteen
Daphne
“Not just doughnuts, but fancy ones?” Ty laughs and reaches into the box. “This guy is the real deal, isn’t he?”
I roll my eyes and grab a doughnut from the box. Ty and I both like to get into the office at least half an hour before we open to the public, so we can have coffee and usually, whatever we brought from home for breakfast. But on this Monday morning I decided to stop at the grocery store and get doughnuts for me, Ty and Nina.
“The doughnuts have nothing to do with Olivier,” I say.
“Uh huh!” Ty says dramatically after taking his first bite. “This shit’s got fruity filling, it ain’t no two-day old gas station doughnut. You’ve never brought these in before. I’m thinking somebody had a real nice weekend.”
“I enjoyed my time at Annie’s Kitchen,” I say diplomatically.
“I heard Mr. Moneybags donated more than a hundred grand worth of food to them. And showed up with his hockey team to pack boxes.”
“He did.”
Ty shakes his head. “What’s with the rain cloud over your head, Daph? That’s the kind of stuff we live for in our line of work.”
I take my time chewing my bite of doughnut, trying to find a way to put my feelings into words.
“He’s just about perfect. I know that,” I say. “After I ended things with Aiden, I planned to be single and focus on myself for a while. And then Olivier…” I smile and shake my head. “The billionaire owner of the Chicago Blaze saved my life in dramatic fashion, and he happens to be incredibly attractive, an amazing dad and a generous person. And he’s also into me. Me, an overly skeptical liberal who questions his motives and dislikes rich people.”
Ty shrugs. “Sounds like the plot of one of the movies my wife likes to drag me to.”
“It does, but it’s my