Page 54 of Puck Your Charity

The silence in the courtyard stretches. The bubbles in the hot tub hiss against the stone.

Olive looks at me, her chest heaves a little as she processes the sheer scale of the vengeance. The playboy facade is gone. She sees the ruthless, terrifying Alpha who just laid the entire corporate and legal world at her feet.

Olive stays frozen in the hot tub. The harsh reality of what I did settles over her.

Instead of shrinking away in terror, her chest heaves with a ragged breath. The sour panic in her apple pie scent vanishes. A thick wave of sweet arousal rolls off her wet skin.

She pushes off the tiled edge of the tub and launches herself at me.

Her arms wrap around my neck as she collides with my chest. The hot water sloshes over the stone rim. She tangles her fingers in my damp hair and crashes her lips against my mouth. The kiss is fierce, demanding, and desperate.

I catch her thighs, pulling her hips flush against mine in the water. My cock throbs hard against her stomach through my swim trunks.

I break the kiss to look into her flushed, wild eyes.

"You're a ruthless bastard, Lawrence." She bites her lower lip.

"Only for you." I flash a grin.

I guide her backward a few inches until my knees hit the wide stone bench built into the side of the tub. Sitting down, I pull her with me so she straddles my lap.

Her wet bikini bottom presses against my aching length. The friction makes a low growl rip from my throat.

"Do you want me?" I trace a thumb down her collarbone, trailing over the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Yes." She grinds her hips down against my hard cock. "Fuck me, Lawrence. Please."

"Ah." I catch her wrists, pulling her hands up and pinning them against my chest. I slow her frantic movements with a gentle, unyielding grip. "Patience, sweetheart. It’s a virtue."

She glares at me. Her brown eyes flash with frustration. "I want you inside me."

"You get me when I say so." I lean down, pressing my mouth against her ear. "Trust me, you’ll like this."

I slide one hand down her wet back. Keeping my palm against the small of her spine, my other hand tracks down to her hip. I ease her up an inch, shifting our position so she straddles my thigh.

I hook my fingers into the sides of her wet bikini bottoms and shove the fabric down her legs. She kicks it away into the water. I part her thighs, exposing her swollen folds to the warm water and the cool night air.

"Look how wet you are for me." My voice stays a low rumble. I drag a thick finger through the slick pooling between her folds.

She gasps and presses her forehead to my shoulder.

I lean down and capture her nipple in my mouth. I swirl my tongue over the tight bud while I flick her clit with my thumb. She arches her back. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. The frantic need in her scent drives me wild, but I keep my pace slow. I refuse to rush her.

I slide two fingers deep inside her tight, dripping canal. She clenches my fingers. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

I pump in and out with steady, rhythmic strokes.

"Lawrence. Please. I'm right there." Her hips stutter against my hand.

"Not yet." I pull my fingers out of her pussy.

A whimper leaves her throat. She tries to grind down against my thigh, but I hold her hips in place.

I position myself right at her entrance. My cock throbs. The base of my shaft swells with my thick knot. I ease her down onto me, forcing her to take it slow and not impale herself. Her heat encompasses me until she hits my knot. I groan. She makes me feel like a virgin every timeI get to be with her; she feels so good.

"So tight." I grit my teeth, holding my hips still while she adjusts to my size.

My knot stays outside her opening and I can’t wait to bury it in her.