myself with a throw blanket. With my arm curled under my head, I settle in and get comfortable watching the guys from Sportscenter .
And that’s just where Olivia finds me the next morning.
“Owen,” Olivia coos, kissing my temple and rocking my shoulder. “Owen, baby, you need to get up. The car service will be here in an hour.”
I slowly open my eyes, yawning long and loud as I stretch my arms out in front of me. I look around the still dark room, confused as to where I am and how I came to wake up on the couch. Recollection comes to me, albeit slowly, and I feel like I’ve only been sleeping for twenty minutes. Olivia grabs the remote from the coffee table and shuts off the TV before placing it back where she found it. She’s wearing those soft pink cheer shorts I love and a thin, white, sinfully tight tank top that is pure joy to my tired eyes. “What time is it?” I ask groggily and push myself up from the couch. The throw blanket slips off my body to reveal my bare chest.
“It’s six fifteen a.m., baby. If you want to make your flight, I strongly suggest you get moving.” She wraps her warm hands around my face, pulls me toward her chest and kisses the top of my head. As she turns to walk to the bedroom, I take hold of her wrist and tug her down onto my lap. Olivia lets out a surprised yelp and starts to giggle as I wrap her up in my arms. I nuzzle into her neck and rub my nose along her soft, warm skin. “I don’t need an hour to get ready which leaves at least thirty minutes for you and I to fool around before I need to leave.”
“You think so, huh?” She smiles and wraps an arm around my neck to kiss my forehead.
“Mmmhmm…”
“Not this morning, Eros. I have a breakfast meeting and I cannot be late.”
“Who’s leading the meeting?”
“I am, but—”
“Then they can wait until you get there,” I say moving my hand from her hip and over her tummy. I slip my hand under her t-shirt and move it up her torso before cupping her breast, her nipple hardening beneath my touch. “I’m going to be gone all weekend and I wanted you to leave me with a sexy memory. I need something to sustain me while I’m away.”
“Owen,” Olivia chides, “you’ll only be gone for sixty plus hours. You make it sound like you’ll be serving a prison sentence of thirty to life.”
“Because that’s what it feels like. Not being inside you, hearing you moan and begging me for more, has become an addiction. You’re my obsession, Olivia. You’ve ruined me,” I murmur against the skin on her neck. “Please?”
Olivia lets out a shuddering breath as I move my hand to her other breast that peaks under my touch. I know I have her.
“Brush your teeth, because your breath smells like ass. After...” she pauses and shrugs her shoulder. “We’ll see how much time we have left.”
Thirty minutes later, I’ve had her bent over our bed and up against the shower wall. I love to multi-task.
This weekend is Travis’s bachelor party and to say I am excited is a gross understatement. Time away with the guys is going to be awesome. Time away from my girl will be less awesome, but good for me and Olivia. We’ve been spending a lot of time together lately and, as much as I love the girl, I need a little break. I’m not proud of the fact that I think I need time away—not with her moving in soon and all. It crosses my mind if I’m actually ready for that level of commitment.
I take hold of my packed suitcase and roll it to the door. When I turn around, Olivia is there to see me out and say our goodbyes. She wraps her arms around my waist and presses her head against my chest in a tight hug. I throw my arms around her back and bend to give her a kiss on the top of her head.
“Have a good time, baby, but not such a good time that I’ll need to kick your ass when you get home.” Olivia pulls away from me and winks. I know she’s putting up a good front. She’s worried that playboy Owen will wreak
And that’s just where Olivia finds me the next morning.
“Owen,” Olivia coos, kissing my temple and rocking my shoulder. “Owen, baby, you need to get up. The car service will be here in an hour.”
I slowly open my eyes, yawning long and loud as I stretch my arms out in front of me. I look around the still dark room, confused as to where I am and how I came to wake up on the couch. Recollection comes to me, albeit slowly, and I feel like I’ve only been sleeping for twenty minutes. Olivia grabs the remote from the coffee table and shuts off the TV before placing it back where she found it. She’s wearing those soft pink cheer shorts I love and a thin, white, sinfully tight tank top that is pure joy to my tired eyes. “What time is it?” I ask groggily and push myself up from the couch. The throw blanket slips off my body to reveal my bare chest.
“It’s six fifteen a.m., baby. If you want to make your flight, I strongly suggest you get moving.” She wraps her warm hands around my face, pulls me toward her chest and kisses the top of my head. As she turns to walk to the bedroom, I take hold of her wrist and tug her down onto my lap. Olivia lets out a surprised yelp and starts to giggle as I wrap her up in my arms. I nuzzle into her neck and rub my nose along her soft, warm skin. “I don’t need an hour to get ready which leaves at least thirty minutes for you and I to fool around before I need to leave.”
“You think so, huh?” She smiles and wraps an arm around my neck to kiss my forehead.
“Mmmhmm…”
“Not this morning, Eros. I have a breakfast meeting and I cannot be late.”
“Who’s leading the meeting?”
“I am, but—”
“Then they can wait until you get there,” I say moving my hand from her hip and over her tummy. I slip my hand under her t-shirt and move it up her torso before cupping her breast, her nipple hardening beneath my touch. “I’m going to be gone all weekend and I wanted you to leave me with a sexy memory. I need something to sustain me while I’m away.”
“Owen,” Olivia chides, “you’ll only be gone for sixty plus hours. You make it sound like you’ll be serving a prison sentence of thirty to life.”
“Because that’s what it feels like. Not being inside you, hearing you moan and begging me for more, has become an addiction. You’re my obsession, Olivia. You’ve ruined me,” I murmur against the skin on her neck. “Please?”
Olivia lets out a shuddering breath as I move my hand to her other breast that peaks under my touch. I know I have her.
“Brush your teeth, because your breath smells like ass. After...” she pauses and shrugs her shoulder. “We’ll see how much time we have left.”
Thirty minutes later, I’ve had her bent over our bed and up against the shower wall. I love to multi-task.
This weekend is Travis’s bachelor party and to say I am excited is a gross understatement. Time away with the guys is going to be awesome. Time away from my girl will be less awesome, but good for me and Olivia. We’ve been spending a lot of time together lately and, as much as I love the girl, I need a little break. I’m not proud of the fact that I think I need time away—not with her moving in soon and all. It crosses my mind if I’m actually ready for that level of commitment.
I take hold of my packed suitcase and roll it to the door. When I turn around, Olivia is there to see me out and say our goodbyes. She wraps her arms around my waist and presses her head against my chest in a tight hug. I throw my arms around her back and bend to give her a kiss on the top of her head.
“Have a good time, baby, but not such a good time that I’ll need to kick your ass when you get home.” Olivia pulls away from me and winks. I know she’s putting up a good front. She’s worried that playboy Owen will wreak
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