Olivia—Bend over
OLIVIA
"Bend over," my brother's best friend said, motioning towards the desk in his office with his head.
I was so blown away that words failed me.
Harmon Chancellor, COO of Hunter Industries, said what now?
"Wh-what?" I eventually stammered, watching him take off his jacket and toss it onto his chair before my gaze fell on the tent in his pants.
"Do you want it, Olive?" he deadpanned, making me uncertain he meant what I thought he did as his gaze followed mine down to his dick. "Bend the fuck over so I can give you my dick," he persisted, taking his cufflinks off.
He placed them on the desk and rolled up his sleeves.
My mouth went dry and my body complied all on its own. As I laid my hands on the cool mahogany desk before me and bent over for him, flashes of last night filled my head.
Yes boys and girls, my decade long crush fucked me silly last night. And no, my forbidden obsession did not disappoint.
If I was looking for reasons why Harmon wasn't the right man to obsess over for ten more years, fucking him was the wrong call.
"This is what you want, right?" he asked again, a slight edge to his voice as his hands slid under my skirt and onto my thighs.
"Harmon," I purred, instantly going weak in the knees, a shiver going down my spine.
"Answer me, Miss Hunter," his husky voice whispered, his lips pressed up against my cheek as his arm wrapped around my middle to steady me.
"What happened to it won't happen again?" I whimpered, struggling to get the words out as his thumb hooked into the band of my thong.
He dragged the band down one thigh slowly, then moved over to the other.
"What choice do I have, Olive? If I don't fuck you, you'll never be satisfied. I rather hoped last night had done the job, but here you are, trying to ruin my life for dick." He seethed, pulling the rug out from under me with the abrupt hardening of his tone. "How many more times do you want it, baby girl? How much do I need to fuck you so you'll stop fucking with me?"
The rejection hurt like a bitch. He completely blindsided me.
Mr. Inconsequential didn't say no to me like he did to everyone else.
Except when it came to us fucking.
And cue my role: pretending not to give a shit.
I wasn't about to let him see that I was dying inside, pining for the man hovering over me like he was on the other side of the world.
So close and yet so far.
"Get over yourself, you dick. I'm not fucking going to Cupid's Cove for you," I sassed him, rage exploding out of me as tears prickled at my eyes.
I tried to spin around to face him head on despite my heart breaking, because I was a fucking Hunter and he was just a boy.
Anticipating this move, he grabbed onto me by my hair and pinned me down onto the desk face first.
My wet pussy came instantly.
Nope. Not a boy. Definitely all man.
"Wake up, Olivia." He hissed, pulling my skirt up and grasping the fabric of my thong to yank it down to my knees.
—Spank—
Fuck, did he actually just… really?
"Will would lose his mind if he knew what I was doing to you right now."
And yet… —Spank—
Yup, definitely spanking me. The sting was delicious.
"Remember Will?"
—Spank—
More, please.
"My best friend?"
—Spank—
Was his voice getting louder faster than the sounds of the smacks to my ass?
Couldn't tell. Too entranced by his intoxicating touch.
You're fucking doing this on purpose, aren't you?
"Your brother?"
—Spank—
"Our boss?"
—Spank—
"I'm Harmon Chancellor. I don't do dumb shit, baby girl," he rasped.
So he said, but the thunderous sound of one of his big hands connecting with my ass cheeks was unrelenting. He had me buzzing with excitement under him.
Chemistry and sexual tension crackled in the inches separating my cunt from his dick.
Dear fuck, how could he stand it? Was I the only idiot whose pulse rose when we were close to each other?
Explain those fucking effortless smiles and intimate bear hugs every time you see me then, Mr. Inconsequential.
"Exactly. Our boss. The trip to Cupid's Cove is for work. If you happen to pay me some special attention while we are in paradise for a month, I won't say no. There's nothing dumb about improving a girl's opinion about your performance in bed, Harmon." I taunted him, voice rising with each word as the slaps to my ass increased in intensity.
Being billionaire Will Hunter's sister meant no one expected me to have a brain. I was just a good fuck. Billy was my idol and not just because he was a self made billionaire. I just wanted to make my brother proud.
Harmon knew this shit. Until last night, he was my biggest supporter. Then we fucked and suddenly bringing me on the trip (that WE had been prepping for for months) would be a distraction? Oh fucking really?
My sass was my undoing. The burning sensation left behind by his spanking brought the dwindling orgasm roaring back to life. Before my quivering legs could give out, he spun me around, grabbed my hips, picked me up and placed me on his desk with a thud.
"Shut the fuck up. People will hear you. You've had better? Lying slut," he said with a low, menacing growl as his hulky body jammed itself in between my spread legs.
I smirked, catching a glimpse of the hunger etched into his facial muscles before his mouth came down hard on mine.
I knew me saying that to him after our one night stand would get under his skin, but it was my only defense against him telling me, "This never happened" the morning after he made my dreams come true.
My legs wrapped around his waist without a second thought. I pulled him down onto me. We claimed each other's lips readily, opening up for each other like lovers do, pulling at each other's tucked in shirts.
As his lips traveled down to my neck, his hands grabbing at my breasts through the fabric of my shirt, I bit down on my lip, willing myself to be quiet.
To obey. Indulge. Like last night.
"Please, Harmon. Don't stop. I want you. Fuck what Billy thinks because you want me too," I purred, as the world fell away for the delusions I had that we might actually happen this time.
We were four years in the making. At least, to me we were. The moment I became legal, I was hell bent on having him.
Emboldened by his frenzied movements, I slid a hand down the front of his pants, my fingers wrapping around his dick.
Blood roared in my ears. My clit throbbed with need.
But evidently, we weren't on the same page after all.
Me touching his naked cock shut the kissing and groping down instantly.
Just like that, heaven turned to hell
