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  When she wiggled out of her jacket, I tugged it off and let my eyes run down her body, taking in her lean muscle. I’d seen it in the gym last weekend, but now it was mine to touch. To take. Olivia’s body was hot and well-cared-for and far, far too clothed at the moment.

  I slipped my hands down and pulled her silk blouse out of the skirt, then began unbuttoning it. I felt her nipples, hard through the thin lace of her bra, and rubbed them between my fingers, teasing her.

  I kissed her roughly and shucked off her shirt, needing her completely bare before me. I pushed her back to the bed and unbuttoned my shirt, drinking in her pale bra and sexy legs, still in their skirt and heels. I wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but I knew I needed to get this woman out of my head. I needed to fuck Olivia senseless.

  I dropped my shirt on the ground and glanced back to make sure I’d closed the door. I looked into her hungry eyes and began to undo my belt.

  “Why do you have a bed here?” she asked, curious. She sat up on her elbows, giving me a great view of her perky tits, and I imagined everything I wanted to do to her.

  “I stay late at night sometimes. It’s easier to have a place to sleep when I need it,” I answered, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips. I moved down her jaw, hearing her whimper as I moved my hand up her leg and towards her core. I bit her neck as I teased her, watching her writhe under me. I couldn’t wait any longer, opening her bra with my free hand and pressing my mouth to the hot skin of her breasts. “Take off your skirt, Olivia.”

  I got my pants off in record time as she raised her hips to slip the skirt down her body. I eyed her matching thong and its patch of wetness hungrily, and Olivia reached for me, running her hands across my chest. Seeing her there, underneath me, ready, needing me made my cock go rock hard. I pushed my boxers down and kicked them off, then lowered my body onto Olivia’s.

  I kissed her hard, then lowered my head and sucked a nipple gently into my mouth. Olivia groaned and arched her back, offering me more of her as I slid my hand between her legs. The heat and slickness I felt between her thighs drop me wild. I wanted to make her mine. I craved all of her. I moved back up her body and pressed my cock flat against her, teasing her, stoking her as she moaned my name.

  Olivia's hands raked my back and I claimed her lips, tasting her. I moved my hips into her, testing to see if she was ready to take me. She responded hungrily, pressing her hips into mine and grinding her ass in slow circles. I reached over to the nightstand for a condom, slipped it on, and slid inside of her.

  I paced myself, starting with a slow, deep, and intense rhythm that led me feel every inch of her tight depths. She moved with me, letting out low moans that made me go even harder inside of her, wanting to give her everything I had. I sped up my thrusts, slamming into her as deep as I could go. Her breath sped up and she reached between us to touch herself at our joining.

  “Adam!” she moaned, “Yes! That’s it, Adam, give it to me!” Her voice took me over the edge and I thrust into her one, two, three times, feeling her go to pieces around me, gripping my cock with involuntary convulsions. I buried myself deep inside her and shuddered into her neck, finishing alongside her.

  I inhaled. She smelled sweet, like jasmine, and I breathed her in alongside the scent of our sex, rich and heady.

  I grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge and passed it to Olivia, who sat up against the pillows to drink it. She seemed a bit shocked as she sipped, her makeup smeared and her hair messy. Olivia looked beautiful and enticing to me and her disarray made me want to go for round two. But judging from her face, Olivia was having regrets about getting naked with me.

  I felt my walls sliding back up as I tensed and pushed the desire I felt for Olivia away. I didn’t want a relationship with anyone, and I certainly wasn’t going to try for some a deep pillow talk with Olivia. Even if the sex was amazing and I wouldn’t mind doing it again, and again, and again. She’d want too much, more than I had time for, and it wasn't worth it. I stood up and began to dress.

  “That was great, Olivia. But just so you know, it doesn’t mean I’m going to accept your proposal. I still stand behind my reservations from before.” I buttoned my pants before I reached for my shirt.

  “What?” she asked as I pulled my shirt on and started buttoning it. “After this… what we just did? That’s all you have to say to me?” Her voice was filled with surprise and I glanced at her.

  “Well, I need to get back to work.”

  “Screw you,” Olivia said indignantly as she stood, trying to be as fast and modest as possible as she dug for her clothes. She jerked her underwear on and stepped into her skirt as she turned her back to me.

  “You already did, sweetheart,” I reminded her.

  She stilled for a moment, then continued to pull on her bra and blouse. She shook out her jacket and put it on, refusing to look at me. She slipped on her heels and headed towards the door. I thought about saying something—maybe thanks for the great fuck—but let her leave without a word. As I buttoned my shirt, alone in the room, I couldn’t help but think how empty the room was now that she was no longer in it. Fleetingly, I acknowledged that I’d been an ass to her. More than an ass, really. That would have to wait for contemplation some other time.

  I had patients coming in to see me and business to handle. That’s what I was best at. I didn’t hold it against her that she came here to propose her idea to me. I liked her boldness. Olivia seemed to be a woman who lived for her job. That was definitely a life choice I understood.

  But I didn’t have time to waste on her. The sex was great, but I'd learned that women—even independent, bold women like Olivia—wanted more than that. More than I could give. That’s why I’d learned to cut it off after one fuck. No phone numbers, no second encounters, no dates. It was better all around.

  Olivia was no different. A great lay, maybe a little smarter than the rest, but still someone I wouldn’t see again. I walked into the attached bathroom to check my appearance. I looked a little rough around the edges. I smiled at my reflection and combed my hair. It was time to do what I did best. It was time to work.

  7

  Olivia

  The nerve of him. I’d walked into Adam’s office with my head held high, full of profitable ideas. A business proposal that would be good for his patients and probably make him more money. I’d been charged with an energy that transformed into hot, pure lust within moments. The feeling had been uncontrollable, and I lost myself with him. I acted like a tramp. A street whore. The only think that separated me from a prostitute was that I hadn’t gotten paid for what I’d just done.

  “Oh, God. What have I done? I’m such an idiot.” I murmured under my breath as I walked out the front door to my car.

  This wasn’t me. I kept all my emotions inside. I held it together around everyone, keeping my walls high and impossible to get through. What had just happened in that small office bedroom had never happened to me before—the total loss of control.

  I glanced back at the building as I opened the door to my car to see if anyone was watching. I don’t know what I would have done if someone had been staring after me.

  I got in and drove away, still feeling the tingling of receding pleasure between my legs. I hadn’t felt that much pleasure in years. Maybe ever. It was far and away the best thing I’d ever felt compared to competitive skiing. I debated whether I should shower before I went to the lodge and decided yes—I couldn’t very well show up to work with messy hair and reeking of sex. I turned right to head back to my wilderness, to my safe place. I needed to wash Adam from my body. And my mind.

  Adam didn’t seem to want me in his life on any level, not personally nor professionally, so avoiding him wouldn’t be an issue. Adam obviously didn’t invite women into his life for more than a hookup, much less a second date. I laughed aloud as I parked and got out of my car. How can you have a second date if there hasn’t been a first?

  I glanced around the stillness of the trees around
my inviting little home, smiling as I unlocked the door. My haven. My refuge. I needed to be here now.

  I stepped into the hot water of the shower, washing off the smeared makeup from my face. I’d gotten a few looks as I left the clinic with my head down, which was embarrassing. I definitely hadn’t planned on a walk of shame after that business meeting. Even though I’d tidied up the best I could in the hallway, I knew I had looked rough.

  I closed my eyes and let the water fall over my hair and slide down my skin. There were parts of me that ached from his mouth on me. I moaned as I thought about the way his teeth grazed me, cursing my body for heating up all over again.

  When I got out of the shower I looked in the mirror with no makeup, and I looked more like myself again as I brushed my hair slowly. To save time—I was already late to the office—I chose to braid it over my shoulder. I ran some balm over my lips, feeling the tingle that remained from his kisses.

  Adam had kissed me like he owned me. But he'd made it clear, when he talked to me after sex like I was just some random slut, that he had no desire to own me, to even see me again. He just wanted to use me.

  I shuddered and thought about my parents’ relationship. My father had controlled every aspect of my mother's life, and then mine. My mother had shared some details of their relationship to help me make better choices than she had. He’d been protective and made her feel safe, at first, but after a few years she realized that to him, she was nothing more than his property. He wanted someone to keep his bed warm and clean house and he got that in my mom. I didn't want a relationship like theirs. I didn’t want to give up control of my life, the control I'd fought so hard to have.

  My father hadn’t liked skiing and hadn’t supported me when I told him I wanted to do it full-time. He refused to pay for my equipment and slope time any longer. I was almost sixteen, and with the support of my coaches, I went through the process of legal emancipation, moved out, and raised money for my training on my own. I was talented and excelled quickly, and while I regretted leaving my mother behind with my father, I had to get out of that house. Years later, I went back to visit my mom and saw the familiar look of hatred, misery, and fear on her face. I offered her a chance to walk away, but she was too weak by that time to accept it.

  I wiped away tears as I remembered leaving my childhood home. I chose freedom but had lost my family. I didn't have them around to celebrate when I was so close to achieving my Olympic dream, and I didn’t have them around to comfort me when that dream shattered when I hurt my knee. I used to want a family of my own one day, but never with a man like my father. I never wanted to feel used like my mother felt. Then that desire slowly faded.

  Work. That’s where I’d go. I hurried to get dressed in my black slacks and simple blouse. I slipped on a jacket and more comfortable shoes and practiced my smile. Back to work, back to normal, where I controlled things, where my emotions were kept in check, and where I didn't get pulled into secret office bedrooms for a rounds of hot, demeaning sex. I didn’t have time for any of that. I didn’t want any part of Dr. Adam Hampton’s world. Staying single was my future.

  The first project on my agenda was right in my sweet spot. I needed to set up a birthday party for a Hollywood actress, ensuring everything from event space to rooms for her personal guests was organized perfectly. The whole affair was to remain completely confidential since there was a bit of scandal surrounding her after another marriage of hers had failed. The details of her life and loves didn’t matter to me. I really just needed to do my job and make sure she got what she needed with all the bells and whistles to make her sing our praises.

  The thought of briefly bringing happiness into the life of someone who could use some sunshine made me smile. But then I thought of Adam. Dr. Hampton. His sexy smile drifted through my mind and pushed out the good feeling I got from helping someone. I briefly felt attraction flutter in my stomach but forced myself to remember the detached look on his face as he watched me leave that morning, not saying a word. The good feelings vanished.

  I called Selena when my day was over. She immediately heard in my voice that something was wrong and invited me over for dinner and wine, telling me that Colton was locked in his office working. I accepted with a sigh. I knew she’d listen to me even though her reaction would not be quite what I wanted.

  I shut my computer down and forced myself to run through what remained on my to-do list for the big birthday party. I needed to focus on something else. Something that had nothing to do with Adam or his smile or his stupid, egotistical face. I had to.

  I left myself a note of what I had to do tomorrow and bundled up against the frosty air I knew would hit me when I stepped out the door. I walked to my ten-year-old SUV and felt in my comfort zone. The car was familiar. Safe. Mine.

  I had a fleeting thought that Adam probably drove something obnoxious, like a sports car. Probably red, too. I chuckled at the idea of him cursing a useless car in this kind of weather, just for a second. Then I backed out and drove towards Selena’s new house with Colton. Their place was tucked away into an established and cute little neighborhood that was full of families. The house was a single story and much of the front was light gray painted brick and dark wood. Seeing the house nestled in a neighborhood of near identical houses, I craved my little cabin in the woods.

  Stepping out of the car, I approached the front door and knocked lightly. Selena opened it with a huge smile on her face, pulling me into a hug. She closed the door, and I took in the fire that was blazing in the center of the room along with the smell of something Italian. My house faded in my memory as I remembered how much Selena’s cooking had improved since high school.

  “How are you?” she asked as she made her way to the kitchen, “I haven’t seen you for what… a few weeks now?”

  Rolling my eyes, I followed her.

  “Yes, but you know the drill. I work a lot and live on the other side of town. Most nights, I just want to go home and sleep.” My reminder was gentle as she filled two glasses with Chianti. Selena turned back to me with a raised eyebrow and curiosity in her dark green eyes.

  “Something brought you here tonight, though,” she prodded, drawing circles on the counter with her index finger, a classic sign she was thinking hard about something. Selena turned back around and pulled plates from the cabinet. She put generous helpings of lasagna on each one and headed to the dining room.

  I followed, not answering her comment, though I figured she’d eventually dig for information. “You spoil the hell out of that husband of yours,” I joked, trying to divert her attention. She turned around with a dreamy smile on her face.

  “He deserves every bit of it.” She handed me my plate, and we each took a seat at the table. She’d lit the candles. I sighed, relaxed into the welcoming feeling my best friend was so good at creating, and cut into my lasagna. I was starving.

  Selena took a bite of her pasta and then looked directly at me. “Okay, so what’s on your mind? I know something’s going on. Spill.”

  Seeing no way out—and needing to get it all off my chest, anyway—I told Selena about Adam. I started from the beginning. I walked her though how arrogant and domineering he was, how rude he'd been, and only very briefly mentioned his smoking hotness. Her eyes flashed with excitement.

  I realized Selena wasn’t going to be on my side with this and reluctantly moved to the part of the story where we had sex in his office. Her smile was huge, and I took another sip of my wine. Then I drained the glass.

  8

  Adam

  I walked towards my office, hearing my brother on the phone with his fiancée. I always knew when he was on the phone with her. His adoration for her was evident in his voice.

  No matter. I’d had a long day, full of patients, and my mind kept returning to thoughts of Olivia. Of her naked body. Of her blonde hair spread out across my pillow as I thrust into her. I shook my head and started to walk to my car.

  “Hey, Adam. Wait,” Eric’s voice
echoed behind me and I closed my eyes for a moment. I came back and leaned against his door. “Rumor has it you had an appointment in your office today. With a woman. A pretty one, so the tale goes. What’s the story with that?”

  I drew an inward sigh. Eric knew I never saw patients in my office. Exam rooms, consultation rooms, procedure rooms, sure. Never my office. He had an innocent look on his face, but he was digging into my business and he’d have something to say that I didn’t want to hear.

  “She was a pretty blonde. It looked like your brother offended her in some way by the way she looked when she left,” said Lila, walking up to stand beside me. She shook her head with a frown towards Eric. I turned to scoff at her reckless remark, wondering what else she and my brother knew. Eric was out of his office while Olivia was here, but gossip traveled fast in our little clinic.

  “She was here to ask me to partner with her on a marketing idea,” I answered, looking at Eric. He stared back at me, not blinking.

  “An idea? Hmm. Interesting. What was it?”

  I glared at him as I saw the dollar signs in his eyes. He was always interested in ideas that would increase revenue. Watching revenue was his job, though. And I reminded myself that I was also interested in increasing revenue. Maybe this would take his mind off the fact that I’d had an attractive blonde in my office earlier today.

  “The idea would put the privacy of our patients at risk. We don’t do partnerships, Eric. Remember?” I met his eyes and held his gaze, confident I’d shake this conversation and be free to go home.

  “Would it help us out?” Lila asked me as I turned to look at her and frowned.

  “Let’s get drinks. We’ll discuss it,” I said over my shoulder to Eric, suddenly realizing I needed him right now. Lila cared about me, but she was too nosy and she wouldn’t understand this situation at all. I needed to talk with Eric.