forthcoming, they each ordered and waited for their first course. The meal was fabulous, and wine was delivered for each course from the admiring gentlemen.
"I think someone wants us a little drunk."
"Or a lot drunk," Lucy added with a giggle.
"You're cut off," Olivia decided, grabbing Lucy’s glass away.
"Yes, Mom," she said with a mock salute and another giggle.
"Come on, we're going to the lounge to do some dancing and find someone to take us home," Samantha decided.
"Sounds like a plan."
They motioned to the waiter who informed them their check had already been taken care of. By whom, he didn't say.
"Probably your owner friend," Rachel suggested.
"I'll ask him later," she informed them and headed toward a very distinguished gentleman, who smiled broadly.
"That leaves the three of us, let's dance and girls, no more liquor tonight," Olivia insisted.
They moved through the lounge and all eyes seemed to follow the enticing threesome. The music pounded around them and it wasn't long before they were surrounded by men. Men of every size, shape, and color. They laughed, changing partners often, always denying offers to move off with just one. Each would take their time choosing. The chemistry needed to be right.
Olivia was just thinking that it had been way too long since she’d taken time out for any fun, and right then made a vow to get out more frequently. She was focusing on how good it felt, when she noticed a man coming toward them, the man they'd seen speaking with the waiter earlier. He was even better looking than she thought before, maybe it was the wine, but she didn't think so. He locked his magnetic gaze to hers. The music faded into the background, the pounding of her heartbeat was all that filled her head now. He stopped in front of her and simply reached for her. The look in his eye said everything. He wanted her, and she wanted him just as much.
Her heart fluttered as their eyes met. It was like a scene from a romance novel. Not a word had been exchanged as he'd reached out his hand and she'd taken it, squeezing tight. He pulled her to him and she placed her arms around his neck. They swayed to the music, never breaking the intensity of their stare. Gripping her small waist he drew closer, dipping his head to kiss the blush of Olivia's cheek. Her lips parted in a low moan and she closed her eyes, shivering as he worked his lips down her neck while his hands roamed over her back and down to the cheeks of her firm butt and up again to her waist.
She let her hands slide over his broad shoulders and down his arms, still moving to the music. When he worked his mouth up her neck, he hungrily took her lips with his soft, supple ones. Before releasing the kiss, he lingered, continuing to pull on her bottom lip. She could feel the hard length of him push into her thigh, his arousal evident, and all she could think of was how much she wanted him, and by the look in his eyes, he was thinking the exact same thing.
"Let's get out of here," he whispered. "Your place or mine?"
"Yours."
Chapter Two
He kissed her roughly, cupping her breast, rubbing his thumb over her hardening nipple. She glanced over to Rachel who mouthed, "See you tomorrow."
Olivia retrieved her purse, and the mystery man led her back through the parting crowd with purpose, out of the building and around the corner toward the parking garage. Once inside he pushed her up against the exposed brick wall and kissed her again, exploring her mouth with his tongue, grinding his hardness against her, all the while using his hand to knead her breast. It was driving Olivia half mad with lust. At this rate, there was no way they were going to make it back to his apartment. Reaching down, Olivia undid his belt and then his slacks, grasping the hard member tenting his briefs. He moaned and thrust into her hand.
She pushed away, reaching into her bra, retrieving one of her specially made condoms. With a raised eyebrow he watched as