He groaned, nipping Olivia’s neck as he slowly slid her shorts down, tossing them to the side before taking off his own boxer briefs. Running his hands up and down her body, he positioned himself between her legs.

“Please, Alex. Make me feel again,” she sobbed out, the closeness of his erection to her apex was overwhelming. Slowly, he entered her, filling her.

“Do you feel that?” Alexander asked sweetly as he lowered his body on top of her, leaning on his elbows, worried that he would crush her.

“Yes, Alex,” Olivia cried out. “I feel it. Don’t stop.” Running her hands up and down his back, she gasped at the absolutely complete feeling she had as Alexander slowly moved in and out of her.

“Don’t ever leave me again, love,” he grunted. “There’s no one else for me. Only you. You’re my Eve. Always and forever.”

Olivia sobbed at his sweet words, wrapping her legs around his waist, not wanting any space between their bodies. His motions were slow and deliberate, and for the first time that she could remember, that’s what she wanted and needed.

“God, I missed you, Olivia,” he said, his eyes searing holes into hers. She reached up and grabbed his head, forcing his lips against hers. She thrust her tongue inside his mouth as she continued moving her hips with the tempo that he set.

“Alex,” she whimpered into his mouth as her body climbed higher and higher.

“Yes, love,” he exhaled.

Olivia’s body was on fire. She had never felt so much pleasure from Alexander before. There was something so different about having sex with him at that moment. For the first time, it was so much more than sex, and it didn’t scare her anymore because Alexander was someone worth facing her fears for.

She closed her eyes, fighting against her impending orgasm, not wanting to finish so quickly. She was feeling, and she wanted to keep feeling. She never wanted to turn it off again.

“Open your eyes, Olivia,” he demanded.

She smiled, following his command. She relished the dominating side of Alexander.

He leaned down and feathered kisses against her neck. “I want to see your eyes when I make you come,” he said, reminding Olivia of the very first orgasm she ever had at his hands. The happy memory was all too much and she exploded around him, her orgasm shaking her entire body, surprising her.

“Olivia,” Alexander moaned out as she continued convulsing underneath him. A big smile spread across his face. He loved watching her as she shuddered from an orgasm that only he could give her. Maintaining a steady rhythm, he released into her seconds later, savoring the feel of her body so close to his once again. This was right. This was home.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

HOME

“PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS,” Alexander said a week later as they flew north in his Gulfstream. They had spent the last week locked in a suite at the Ritz, neither one wanting to leave the other’s side for too long. Over that week, they made up for lost time. Alexander was happy to keep Olivia in Florida a little bit longer. He was worried about taking her back to Boston. There were still unanswered questions and unknown threats to her safety, but they couldn’t stay in Florida forever.

“I just feel bad that I didn’t get to thank Cam for…” She stopped short, wondering how much Alexander knew about what had gone on.

He reached across the seat and clutched Olivia’s hand. “It’s probably best this way.” There was a loud silence in the air. “He told me everything,” Alexander said quietly.

Olivia looked up. “You mean…” She trailed off.

He nodded his head slowly, a tear falling down his cheek. “I could have lost you. That will never happen again, Olivia. I will always look out for you. You don’t ever have to worry about me leaving you because it will not happen. I swear to you.”

She looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to numb everything, turn it all off because it hurt too much. I didn’t want to feel anymore, and it was the only way I knew how.”

Alexander wrapped his arms around her, bringing her body close to his. “Don’t ever do that again,” he said forcefully, gently nipping on her neck. “I want you to feel. I want you to feel me every fucking day.”

She moaned from his words and his tongue drawing circles against her warm skin.

“I can’t get enough of you, Olivia,” he said before bringing his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She pressed her body against his, but no matter how close she was to him, it wasn’t close enough. Running her fingers through his hair, she deepened the kiss, not caring that Alexander’s flight attendant could walk in at any moment.

He pulled out of the kiss, panting. “Jesus, Olivia. You drive me fucking wild.” He stood up, pulling her up with him, and walked toward the back of his plane, opening a door.

Her jaw dropped, shocked to see a bedroom. She glanced at Alexander. “Is there a reason you have a bedroom on your plane, Mr. Burnham?” she asked sweetly, grabbing his tie and dragging him flush with her body.

“No reason,” he replied nonchalantly. “But I’m pretty fucking glad I have it now.” He pressed his lips against hers, picking her up and wrapping her long legs around his midsection, pressing her back against the door. “But I’m not so sure I want to fuck you in that bed. I want you here, and I want it rough. Do you want that?” he asked forcefully.

Olivia moaned, loving the feeling of Alexander’s erection between her legs again. She didn’t think she would ever tire of feeling his body so close to hers.

“Tell me you want that, Olivia. Tell me right now that you want me to fuck you against the wall.” He continued thrusting against her, nuzzling her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. “Say it,” he ordered.

“Yes, Alexander,” she responded finally. “I want you to fuck me against this wall.”

A smile spread across his face as he looked down at her, panting. “I love it when you say shit like that. Do you have any idea what a turn on that is?”

She lowered her legs to the floor and glanced down at his pants. “I have a pretty good idea, Mr. Burnham,” she replied coyly.

He glared at her, her heart racing from the intense stare he was giving her. “Are you trying to be funny, Olivia?”

She swallowed hard, thinking how every time she was with him, she never knew which version of him would be present in the bedroom. And she loved it. “No, Mr. Burnham,” she replied quietly.