This chapter contains mature content.
Ethan held up the lacy garment, his voice low and teasing. "I was hoping you could join me for some dessert."
Olivia's lips curved into a slow smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I thought you might appreciate a little something extra with your lunch."
Ethan took a step closer, the air between them crackling with tension. "You have no idea how much I appreciate it," he murmured, his voice husky. "But I think we need to discuss the implications of this particular dessert."
Olivia's smile widened. "Oh? And what would those implications be, Mr. Jameson?"
He reached out, tracing a finger along the delicate lace. "It means that you've been very naughty, and we might need to address that."
She bit her lip, feigning innocence. "Address it? How do you propose we do that?"
Ethan's eyes darkened with desire. "I have a few ideas," he said, his voice a low rumble. He pulled her closer, his hands resting on her hips. "Starting with showing you exactly how much I missed you this morning."
Olivia's breath hitched as he leaned in, their lips almost touching. "I think I'd like that," she whispered.
He closed the remaining distance, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Their surroundings melted away as they lost themselves in each other, the office door locked and the world outside forgotten.
As he deepened the kiss, she felt her body respond, arousal pooling between her legs. She knew there was no turning back now.
Breaking away, Ethan's gaze was heated as he looked down at her. "Are you ready to be truly naughty, Olivia?"
She couldn't help the smile that played on her lips. "More than ever."
He took her hand and led her to the couch. As he pulled her onto his lap, she could feel his erection pressing against her. I've been thinking about this all day, he growled in her ear. This will be hot and fast, Olivia, because I'm dying to be inside of you. You will sit here and take it like the naughty girl you are.
Olivia moaned softly, feeling a sudden surge of desire. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt him unbutton his pants, revealing his rigid erection. With a shaking hand, she reached back and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking him gently.
"Oh God, Olivia," Ethan groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he relished the sensation of her touch. "You're going to make me lose control."
She leaned back and whispered, "That's the point, Ethan."
He chuckled, his hands moving to her hair, keeping her close as he began thrusting into her hand. Her grip tightened, matching his rhythm perfectly.
"You know I can't resist this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But we need to be careful. We don't want anyone walking in on us."
Olivia nodded, her eyes fixated on the door. The excitement of potentially getting caught added to the intensity of the moment. Ethan reached for her hands and held them in front of her while using his other hand to lift her skirt. He wasn't shocked to feel her bare skin against his hand. She shifted on top of him, causing his already hard penis to throb even more. "So that's how you want to play?" Ethan teased.
He lifted Olivia and smoothly inserted her on top of his erection. She arched her back in ecstasy as he forcefully entered her. He held onto her mouth and neck, controlling their movements as he continued to thrust inside her.
She felt amazing, hot and wet for him. They both reached their peak quickly. Olivia was flushed and felt completely possessed by Ethan. He kissed her ear and declared it the best dessert he'd ever had. "Feel free to serve it up anytime," he smirked.
There was a sudden knock at the door as they lay intertwined in the aftermath of their hot makeout session. Olivia's face paled as she quickly straightened the dishes on the nearby table, trying to appear occupied and innocent. Ethan let out an exasperated groan as he got up to answer the door. He was not surprised to see Logan standing on the other side with a smug expression on his face.
Trying to shut him out, Ethan muttered, "Go away." But Logan used his foot to prevent the door from closing and pushed his way inside.
With a sly grin, he said, "Well, well, brother. What do we have here?"
Logan flashed a sly grin at Ethan and Olivia as they sat down for their meal. "What's on the menu, folks?" he teased.
From the expression on Olivia's face, Logan could tell that they had skipped straight to dessert.
Ethan let out a frustrated sigh. "What do you want, Logan? We're in the middle of something here."
"Hey, brother," Logan spoke up, "I came to find you because the director of Mercy General has been waiting in the board room for about five minutes. It's not like our CEO to keep someone waiting."
"Shit," Ethan exclaimed as he quickly stood up. "But you haven't had lunch yet," Olivia reminded him.
"Oh, I've already made a meal out of something else," Ethan replied with a playful wink.
"See you later," Logan said, giving Olivia a thumbs up before following Ethan out of the door.