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Chapter 26.


“Are you okay, Olivia?” Michael looked concerned. “Did your food go down the wrong way again?”

Jason turned to look at me. “Yes, Olivia. You’re confusing the two of us...Do you not like the water plates?”

“I’m okay...” I murmured and attempted to pick up a fork. “I’m just...” I felt his fingers punishing me again. “Feeling a bit weak...”

Michael shrugged and took another bite of his food.

The waitress stopped by and cleared away the empty glasses, providing us with freshly filled ones.

Before she walked away, Jason grabbed her by the arm. “I’m sorry, but could you bring some more hot water for our friend here?” He looked at me. “I think she likes her tier plate extra wet. Maybe that will help you better, Olivia.”

“Could I get some too?” Michael spooned butter onto a slice of bread. “Via, you’ve been quiet all afternoon. How’s your day going so far?”

“It’s going...” I was on the verge of an orgasm—I could feel my clit throbbing, my insides clenching together tightly. Since Jason knew exactly what spot to hit and how to hit it, I knew I was only seconds away from a sweet release. “It’s...”

Jason turned to face me and smirked. “It’s going well? Is that what you’re trying to say? Do you need help spitting it out, or are you almost there?”

Fuck you, Jason...

I nodded and tucked my lips in, trying to remain as still as possible as wave after wave of pulsing pleasure rippled through my body.

“Via? You sure you don’t want to get that checked out?” Michael sipped his wine. “I know a specialist you can use.”

“No...” I caught my breath. “I’m okay and my day is going very well...”

He suddenly stood up from the table. “This is an emergency page from one of my nurses. I’m sorry, but I have to take this.” He walked out of the room.

“You should try the steak strips, Via.” Jason smiled and removed his fingers. “They’re very succulent.”

He IS insane! “I can’t believe you! You are so—I don’t even know what you are! Why would you do that in front of him?”

“Would you prefer if I did it behind him? When he comes back, we can move the table around and try it. Maybe then I won’t have to deal with him eye-fucking you.”

“He was not! He was being extremely polite! Was that the only reason you invited him? So you could further inflate your ego?”

“No, I did that because you lied to me about the directors’ meeting a few weeks ago.” He laughed. “You didn’t think I forgot about that did you?”

I rolled my eyes. “So you’re really not mad about today?”

“Mad? About today? About the guy I told you to get rid of showing up to your office with flowers because he thinks he still has a chance? Or about this same guy kissing you on your lips right in front of me? Which part?”

“I told you it wasn’t—”

“Tell him you’re not interested or I will.” He planted a kiss on my neck and stood up. “I’ll go talk to the chef and see you back at corporate later...Oh and Via?”

“Yes?”

“I am the jealous type.”

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“I am the jealous type...” “I am the jealous type...”

I replayed Jason’s last words in my head over and over, knowing that if I was sane I would walk away. No, run away. Far away.

I would stop answering his calls and text messages, ignore him in all of our meetings, and act as if we’d never crossed paths. But I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried to resist him, every move he made and every word he said only drew me in deeper.

I’d finally admitted to myself that I liked him. A lot. But I didn’t want to dig myself into a relationship that I knew would never work out for the long term. So, starting this week, I did the only thing I could do to prevent him from getting too close too soon: put a little distance between us.

I went home early on Monday and Tuesday, skipped the directors’ meeting on Wednesday, and on Thursday—after he asked me to meet him in an emergency stairwell, I told him I had a headache.

There was no way I was getting out of our “first real date” tonight though—not that I’d been thinking about canceling it anyway. I’d been looking forward to it all week.

“See you in a few minutes.” Jason texted me.

I adjusted my earrings and ran a brush through my hair, checking myself in the mirror. I was wearing my favorite silver strappy heels and a short emerald-green dress that perfectly complemented my eyes. Its soft satin fabric tightly hugged my hips, its V-neckline made my breasts look a full cup size bigger, and its slimming sleeves fell right below my elbow.

My phone sounded. Jason.


“Hello?”

“Hello, Via. I’m outside your door.”

“I’m coming.” I tossed my phone into my clutch and looked at myself in the mirror one last time before heading downstairs.

You’re just “dating” him, Via...I know you two agreed to be “exclusive” but it’s not serious and it never will be....You’re just “dating”...

I opened my front door and tried not to gasp once I laid eyes on him. To say that he was “perfect” would be an absolute understatement—an insult. Everything about the way he looked tonight was impeccable, flawless.

He was wearing a tailored black tuxedo and his sleek dark hair was slicked back in smooth waves that I wanted to run my fingers through. His beautiful blue eyes were twinkling against the night, regarding me with glances that made me think he was going to rip my dress off right then and there.

We both lingered in the doorway, staring at one another, not saying a word.

“Are you ready?” He smiled and reached for my hand, leading me down to a waiting limousine. He opened the back door and ushered for me to step inside first.


“We’re ready, Greg.” He hit the button that divided the driver’s section from our section and looked over at me. “Do you honestly expect me to believe that no one at corporate ever asked you out on a date before I did?”

“It’s true...People flirted with me every now and then, but I think the ‘divorcée with two kids’ rumor warded a lot of people off. It’s not like I was the most approachable person either...I wasn’t trying to date anyone.”

“Hmmm...”

“Where are we going?”

“On a date.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m aware that it’s a date. I’m just wondering why I needed to wear a dress and why you’re wearing a tuxedo.”

“You’ll find out.” He moved closer and pressed his lips against mine. “I didn’t see you after work yesterday...”

“I had a headache, remember? I decided to leave early.”

“Are you feeling better now?” He started trailing tender kisses against the base of my neck.

“Yes...” I suppressed a moan. “Much better...”

“Will Doctor Clarkson be joining us on our date tonight? Did you tell him you were sick again or did you tell him the truth?”

“I told him I was seeing an extremely jealous and possessive man who would keep fingering me in public if I didn’t break things off with him immediately.”

“Sounds great.” He pulled me into his lap.

“You’re ridiculous...I told him I was seeing someone else and gave him Sandra’s number. They’re going out this weekend.”

“Even better.” He pushed the speaker button on the door. “Greg, could you take the scenic route please?”

“Yes sir.”

“I haven’t seen you at all this week...” He ran his hands across my thighs. “My days have been completely thrown off.”

“Flattery doesn’t work well with your persona, Jason. I prefer your inappropriate comments and your not-so-subtle threats.”

“You haven’t missed me?”

“No. Should I?”

He sighed and repositioned me in his lap. “You’re going to stop lying to me one of these days.”

“Jason...” I felt him slowly hiking my dress up and tried to move. “Your driver is in here!”

“What’s your point?” He touched between my thighs and reached for my panties but I wasn’t wearing any.

“I don’t want to have sex while he’s—”

“You clearly wanted to have sex at some point tonight.” He pinched my clit.

“No, I clearly didn’t want a visible panty line. I’m not...” I tried my best to act unaffected by the warm kisses he was placing on my neck, on my shoulders, on my back. “I’m not...I’m not having sex with you right now.”

He let out a low sexy laugh and began unbuckling his pants, un-wrapping a condom.

“I’m serious Jason,” I murmured unconvincingly as he slid my dress up even further. “I don’t...I don’t want to have sex in a limo.”

“Then you should’ve worn a different dress.” He pushed me up and out of his lap and before I could lunge towards the side seats, he pulled me back down by my shoulders.

He slowly lowered me onto him—my back was facing his chest, and I tried my best not to cry out, but it was no use. I screamed as he filled me with every inch of him, as he flexed his hips and moved me up and down.

Jesus...

“Jason—”

“Yes?” He kneaded my breasts with his hands.

“I...”

“You want me to stop? You want me to let you go?”

No...

He pinched my nipples. Hard. “I can’t hear you.”

“I said...I said no...”

“Ride me.” He let my sides go and leaned back, letting me take full control.

I gripped his knees and arched my back, using my balance to swivel around in circles. I started off slow, but I wanted more of him—needed more of him, so I thrust myself onto him harder and harder, riding him with wild abandon.

He reached around and rubbed my swollen clit with his fingers, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh godddd, Jasonnnn...”

“You feel so good, Via.” He groaned. “So good...Tell me when you’re almost there...”

He locked me in his arms and slowed my pace down, pressing his head against the back of my shoulder.

“Are you close?”

“Yes...” I moaned. “I...I—” My body was quivering, shuddering—getting ready to explode, but before I could let go, Jason pushed me off of him.

He turned me around and positioned me across the seat’s bench, straddling me—not re-entering me.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’ve been doing?” He hissed.

What the! “What? What the hell are you talking about?” I thrust my hips up to meet him, but he pinned them down.

“Going home early? Skipping directors’ meetings? Sudden headaches? You think I haven’t noticed?”

“I...” I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to reach my orgasm right now and him denying me one was beginning to hurt. “Can you please—”

“You think I’m going to put up with that shit?”

“Jason, I—”

“I don’t like mixed signals and I don’t half-ass anything, Via—especially things like this. Do you understand me?”

I felt my eyes widening, felt a mix of shock and frustration ripping through me.

“Yes...” I panted. “Now, please—”

“Please what?”

I could barely speak. My clit was pulsating in pleasurable pain; my body was in desperate need of a release.

“You don’t like the way this feels? Being denied something just because someone wants to take a step back all of a sudden? For no good reason?”

“No...” I murmured.

“I don’t either.” He kept my hips pinned to the seat and began kissing the inside of my thighs, driving my need to cum even more. “Let’s see what happens when it’s completely held back though. Let’s see how the aftermath really feels.”

Damn him! “I’m sorry for doing all those things, Jason. I wasn’t trying to send you mixed signals. Now, please...” I was practically begging, writhing underneath him.