Chapter 5

• Justin’s POV
• The conference was over, Olivia and I returned to our suite. We were in another city and so we had gotten accommodation for the night at a five star hotel.
• The two of us haven’t spoken much in the past week. It had been over a week since we kissed, the awkwardness hasn’t gotten any easier. But it wasn’t the kiss that was the problem, it was the aftermath.
• We stepped out of the elevator and went into the suite; it had a sitting room with a sofa and two bedrooms on each side. It also had a mini kitchen and an outside balcony.
• I immediately took off my tuxedo jacket, tossing it on the couch, then I set my cufflinks down on a side table. I loosened my bowtie and took it off as well.
• I noticed Olivia watching from the sofa, every move I made.
• “You don’t have to wait up,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “I know you have had a long night.”
• “I am not tired,” she replied.
• I sighed and shook my head, she was just as stubborn as her mother. I needed to be away from her as I couldn’t think straight with her here.
• I lit a cigarette and then poured myself a drink, before walking off to the balcony. It was raining, the city glowed through the wet widows.
• I undid the buttons of my shirt, I was mostly warm. As I inhaled the smoke, I closed my eyes in thoughts.
• It has been over a week and I still couldn’t get thoughts of the kiss out of my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I thought about her.
• Her cold lips, they tasted like chocolate butter. The way she lay her head on my chest, and everything after that. My obsession with my stepdaughter grew every day we worked together.
• I couldn’t handle the tension anymore; we needed to deal with this once and for all.
• I walked back into the sitting room. Olivia was sitting on the couch, her legs bare under my oversized blazer she had borrowed. Her heels were off, her hair slightly damp from the rain, and her cheeks still flushed from the champagne, I guess.
• After a minute of silence, she looked at me with those seductive green eyes. “I thought you were avoiding me,” she said softly.
• I chuckled. “Well I was.” I replied, setting the empty glass carefully down on the center table.
• I took a step closer to her. “Olivia… I have been trying to be the version of me who does the right thing, but he is exhausted now.”
• She stood up and we stared at each other in silence. “So…” she muttered.
• “So, maybe there is no harm in listening to our hearts, maybe we should forget what society thinks, maybe we should put ourselves first. You are what I want, Olivia. And just like you, it didn’t start with the kiss, it was always there. Every time you walk into a room, every time you smile, I yearn for you and it scares the hell out of me.”
• Once again there was silence between us, then Olivia unfastened the last button of the blazer, letting it slip off her shoulders. She stood there in the soft satin slip dress beneath, leaving little to imagination.
• “Are you still scared, Justin?” she muttered.
• I swallowed hard, my eyes stuck on her beautiful body. “You were right about one thing, you are no longer a child.” I whispered. “I am no more scared, and I want you just like you want me.”
• “Then come get me.” She said in a seductive voice.
• I didn’t waste any more time, I claimed her lips in a fierce kiss, a hungry one. I had been dying to taste those lips again ever since that night. I pulled her by the waist, pinning her to my body.
• The kiss deepened, she was kissing me back with just as much energy, the both of us breathing hard, finally letting ourselves feel what we had buried for too long.
• One of her hands was fisting my shirt, the other tangling in my hair. I immediately carried her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the couch without breaking the kiss, and laying on top of her, I kissed her like my life depended on it.
• I raised my body to pull off my shirt and she helped me, her hands caressing my chest and my stomach. I lowered my body and kissed her neck, she let out a moan, turning her face away to further expose her neck
• Her fingers dug into my back as I pressed my lips against her neckline, gently kissing down to her exposed collarbones. My hands grabbed her thigh and she trembled under my body.
• I gently slipped my hand into her gown from beneath, I firmly grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me. Her body responded to all of my touches.
• “Olivia… If we do this, there is no going back.” I whispered into her ears.
• She immediately pressed her thumb against my lips and kissed me, telling me that she didn’t care about what happened next, all that mattered to her was this moment.
• Her hands moved swiftly to my waist, unhooking my belt. It was like she feared I would change my mind, but I was too far gone to stop now.
• I got off her quickly to pull down my pants, then I carried her to the bed and laid her down. I pulled the straps of her gown down, exposing her plump breasts.
• They were young and firm, her nipples cold and hard. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and she massaged my head, letting out soft moans.
• I put my right hand into her panties and gently rubbed around her entrance.
• “Uhmm…” she moaned, pulling my hair with her eyes closed.
• I used my fingers on her while kissing her down to her abdomen and slowly down to her waist. With years of experience, I knew just the right spots to play with.
• Seconds later, all our clothes were off and I had her under me. She squealed in pleasure as we exchanged body fluids, heat rolling down our body.
• We made love all night long.
• When she finally fell asleep, I sat there staring at her. She was beautiful, and sex with her was the most memorable I ever had.
• I knew I was going to keep her; I couldn’t afford to lose her. I was in love with my stepdaughter and I could not help it.
• T. B. C!