A Tragic Wreck
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“Good. Now, take off your dress, Olivia. We’ll be starting our initial descent soon, and I want you good and fucked when you walk off this plane.”
Olivia felt moisture pool between her legs at his words, a grin spreading across her face as she quickly removed her dress, bending down to unzip the same knee-length black boots she wore that snowy day back in January when she confronted Alexander in his office. The boots that she hoped would change everything.
“Oh no, Miss Adler. The boots stay on,” he said.
Olivia straightened up, keeping her boots in place. Alexander swiftly removed his clothes and stood back to admire Olivia in her pink lace bra with matching panties and, of course, the boots.
“Fuck, Olivia…”
She grinned as she lowered her eyes to his erection, noticing it grow even harder under her intense stare.
He rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her passionately. She pressed her body against his, thrusting against his erection, savoring the closeness of him. At that moment, she knew she would never run again.
He swiftly lowered her panties down her legs and over her boots. Lifting her up, he rubbed his arousal against her swollen clit. “You’re always so wet, aren’t you?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
“Yes,” she exhaled, her heart racing as Alexander continued teasing her with his erection. She was ready to come from that contact alone.
“I’m the only one who can make you wet like this, Olivia,” he growled. “I’ve barely even fucking touched you and you’re ready to come, aren’t you?”
Olivia stared at him. How does he know that? she thought.
“I know your body better than you think I do,” he whispered against her neck, entering her. Olivia moaned as he picked up his pace. She moved against him, wanting him to just crawl inside of her and never leave.
She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Alexander’s body pressed against hers as he thrust into her, slamming her repeatedly against the wall. Her breathing became erratic as she thought how no one had ever satisfied her the way Alexander always did. She was never left wanting. “Faster, Alex,” she begged.
“You want it faster?” He leaned down, his voice husky in her ear. “You like it like this, don’t you? You like it hard…and fast…” He picked up the pace, pushing further and further into Olivia. “God, I love fucking you, Olivia.”
She moaned, throwing her head back.
“Do you love it when I fuck you like this?” He drove harder and harder into her, wanting to savor the feeling of her around his erection but knowing that he was about to explode. Olivia opened her eyes, looking at Alexander’s blazing green ones, his forehead dripping with sweat as he continued moving inside of her.
“Just fucking say it, Olivia, or I’ll pull out before you can come. I know it’s true. I know you like it hard and fast, and that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” He pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her with such passion.
Olivia’s body convulsed around his, her vision becoming fuzzy from the waves of pleasure overtaking her entire being. She screamed out Alexander’s name as her body trembled against his. “Yes, Alexander,” she said, finally finding her voice. “You’re the only one…”
A smile crept across his face as he continued pumping into her. “Damn straight I am. And you’re the only one for me, love,” he said before moaning out her name, finding his own release, relishing in the feeling of her body still shaking around his. When the last of his tremors ceased, he pulled back, staring down at Olivia. “Don’t ever leave me again,” he said, his voice pleading with her. “I don’t ever want to be the person I was without you in my life. Okay? Please. Promise me. Promise you won’t run again.”
Olivia reached up and grabbed Alexander by the neck, bringing his face to hers. Brushing her lips against his, she said, “Never again.” She felt his lips turn up into a smile.
“Good. Now get dressed. We’ll be landing soon.”
She smiled, secretly relishing in the bossy side of him. She had missed that. And the gentle side. And the dominating side. And the angry side. And the passionate side. And every side in between.
“Where are my panties?” Olivia asked, searching the bedroom for where Alexander had thrown them during their intense moment.
“You’re not getting them back, and don’t you dare go clean up, either. I want my come dripping down your leg, reminding you that I’m the only one allowed to do that.” He turned abruptly and walked to the main cabin, leaving Olivia completely speechless. And happy.
She made her way to the main cabin and sat down next to Alexander, taking the glass of bourbon he held out for her.
“Now, there’s one thing that we need to discuss before we land.”
Mr. Businessman was back. She rolled her eyes, secretly thrilled to see that side of Alexander again. “Okay. What is it?”
“As you probably recall, we had a conversation about a very serious threat to your safety back in October. That threat is still out there so, until I know you’re no longer in any danger, I want to assign a protection detail for you. Mainly Carter and a few other agents.”
“Alex, please. I was fine in Boston. I was there for over a month without an incident…” She trailed off, remembering the strange man that Alexander attacked on the snowy street back in January.
Alexander raised his eyebrows at her as she recalled exactly why she had felt safe those weeks she was in Boston. She remembered seeing an SUV parked outside her house nearly every day after the attack. He had been protecting her, even though they weren’t together. As the plane made its final approach into Logan, she realized that Alexander never stopped caring for her. And it warmed her heart.
“Welcome home, love,” Alexander said, kissing her temple as they stepped off his plane and onto the tarmac.
Olivia inhaled the crisp February air, thankful to be back with Alexander in the city that she had grown to love over the past decade. Everything was as it should be.
CHAPTER THIRTY
SELFLESS
“CHERYL, WHAT’S THE PLAN today?” Donovan shouted into the phone.
“Do you really think it’s a good idea that you do this, boss? I mean, what if you’re made?”
“I don’t care. So far, nothing has been going right. We’ve waited long enough. It’s March, for crying out loud! When you want something done, you do it yourself. Now that she’s back in town, we need to make some fucking headway. Enough time has passed that Burnham won’t be on high alert anymore. So, are we good to go this afternoon?”
Olivia felt moisture pool between her legs at his words, a grin spreading across her face as she quickly removed her dress, bending down to unzip the same knee-length black boots she wore that snowy day back in January when she confronted Alexander in his office. The boots that she hoped would change everything.
“Oh no, Miss Adler. The boots stay on,” he said.
Olivia straightened up, keeping her boots in place. Alexander swiftly removed his clothes and stood back to admire Olivia in her pink lace bra with matching panties and, of course, the boots.
“Fuck, Olivia…”
She grinned as she lowered her eyes to his erection, noticing it grow even harder under her intense stare.
He rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her passionately. She pressed her body against his, thrusting against his erection, savoring the closeness of him. At that moment, she knew she would never run again.
He swiftly lowered her panties down her legs and over her boots. Lifting her up, he rubbed his arousal against her swollen clit. “You’re always so wet, aren’t you?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
“Yes,” she exhaled, her heart racing as Alexander continued teasing her with his erection. She was ready to come from that contact alone.
“I’m the only one who can make you wet like this, Olivia,” he growled. “I’ve barely even fucking touched you and you’re ready to come, aren’t you?”
Olivia stared at him. How does he know that? she thought.
“I know your body better than you think I do,” he whispered against her neck, entering her. Olivia moaned as he picked up his pace. She moved against him, wanting him to just crawl inside of her and never leave.
She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Alexander’s body pressed against hers as he thrust into her, slamming her repeatedly against the wall. Her breathing became erratic as she thought how no one had ever satisfied her the way Alexander always did. She was never left wanting. “Faster, Alex,” she begged.
“You want it faster?” He leaned down, his voice husky in her ear. “You like it like this, don’t you? You like it hard…and fast…” He picked up the pace, pushing further and further into Olivia. “God, I love fucking you, Olivia.”
She moaned, throwing her head back.
“Do you love it when I fuck you like this?” He drove harder and harder into her, wanting to savor the feeling of her around his erection but knowing that he was about to explode. Olivia opened her eyes, looking at Alexander’s blazing green ones, his forehead dripping with sweat as he continued moving inside of her.
“Just fucking say it, Olivia, or I’ll pull out before you can come. I know it’s true. I know you like it hard and fast, and that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” He pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her with such passion.
Olivia’s body convulsed around his, her vision becoming fuzzy from the waves of pleasure overtaking her entire being. She screamed out Alexander’s name as her body trembled against his. “Yes, Alexander,” she said, finally finding her voice. “You’re the only one…”
A smile crept across his face as he continued pumping into her. “Damn straight I am. And you’re the only one for me, love,” he said before moaning out her name, finding his own release, relishing in the feeling of her body still shaking around his. When the last of his tremors ceased, he pulled back, staring down at Olivia. “Don’t ever leave me again,” he said, his voice pleading with her. “I don’t ever want to be the person I was without you in my life. Okay? Please. Promise me. Promise you won’t run again.”
Olivia reached up and grabbed Alexander by the neck, bringing his face to hers. Brushing her lips against his, she said, “Never again.” She felt his lips turn up into a smile.
“Good. Now get dressed. We’ll be landing soon.”
She smiled, secretly relishing in the bossy side of him. She had missed that. And the gentle side. And the dominating side. And the angry side. And the passionate side. And every side in between.
“Where are my panties?” Olivia asked, searching the bedroom for where Alexander had thrown them during their intense moment.
“You’re not getting them back, and don’t you dare go clean up, either. I want my come dripping down your leg, reminding you that I’m the only one allowed to do that.” He turned abruptly and walked to the main cabin, leaving Olivia completely speechless. And happy.
She made her way to the main cabin and sat down next to Alexander, taking the glass of bourbon he held out for her.
“Now, there’s one thing that we need to discuss before we land.”
Mr. Businessman was back. She rolled her eyes, secretly thrilled to see that side of Alexander again. “Okay. What is it?”
“As you probably recall, we had a conversation about a very serious threat to your safety back in October. That threat is still out there so, until I know you’re no longer in any danger, I want to assign a protection detail for you. Mainly Carter and a few other agents.”
“Alex, please. I was fine in Boston. I was there for over a month without an incident…” She trailed off, remembering the strange man that Alexander attacked on the snowy street back in January.
Alexander raised his eyebrows at her as she recalled exactly why she had felt safe those weeks she was in Boston. She remembered seeing an SUV parked outside her house nearly every day after the attack. He had been protecting her, even though they weren’t together. As the plane made its final approach into Logan, she realized that Alexander never stopped caring for her. And it warmed her heart.
“Welcome home, love,” Alexander said, kissing her temple as they stepped off his plane and onto the tarmac.
Olivia inhaled the crisp February air, thankful to be back with Alexander in the city that she had grown to love over the past decade. Everything was as it should be.
CHAPTER THIRTY
SELFLESS
“CHERYL, WHAT’S THE PLAN today?” Donovan shouted into the phone.
“Do you really think it’s a good idea that you do this, boss? I mean, what if you’re made?”
“I don’t care. So far, nothing has been going right. We’ve waited long enough. It’s March, for crying out loud! When you want something done, you do it yourself. Now that she’s back in town, we need to make some fucking headway. Enough time has passed that Burnham won’t be on high alert anymore. So, are we good to go this afternoon?”
