You Distract Me - Chapter 45: Chapter 45
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Shayne
I was livid, mostly horrified but it was easier to convert my fear to anger.
I had a fairly good day at work. Even Sasha had asked about the absence of my usual scowls. Of course she'd immediately known the cause.
But then I come home and Olivia looks like she doesn't want me anywhere near her. The moment I give her some space and head back to our room, I find it unoccupied.
I was angry then, but that anger doubled the moment I saw her in the kitchen, surrounded by people that were ridiculously loyal and wouldn't dare cross me.
But it didn't mean they were saints. If I was going to let anyone dangerous near the center of my existence, it would be someone I knew through and through. Like Freya, Laura or Byron.
I myself was the pure opposite of a saint of course, but Olivia was mine. Even though I didn't have the balls to say it to her, she meant everything to me. I'd have to shoot myself first before I'd ever lay a hand on her.
Which was why I had to check my temper right then.
"Olivia, I can't leave for work and have to worry about your safety all at once. I thought I made myself clear when I said you weren't supposed to be with anyone other than who I've instructed to you. And I know damn well Byron couldn't have defied my orders without your help."
She ignored me, going about the kitchen like I'd never even stepped in the room. Her back was turned to me and I had to fight the urge not to smack her lush and round ass as she wiped down the counter.
The image of her thong clad backside attacked my hormones just then, riling in the rest of what took place in my office the previous night. Christ, I had barely gone through the day without nearly drooling from remembering her taste and watching her cum all over me.
I wanted—scratch that—needed more.
But for now I wanted her to talk to me. I wanted to know what had been going through her head ever since she found out about her dad.
First we had to check the attitude though.
I approached her from behind and watched her body tense significantly. She slowly turned as I reached her, her big beautiful eyes etching up to mine.
I gently brushed off the flour that had gotten on her cheek, failing to keep my gaze from dropping to her soft, plump and pliant mouth.
"It's not polite to ignore me, Olivia," I said, gripping her chin and lifting her face to mine.
To my surprise, she recoiled from my touch, pulling away from me and moving around the counter to place it between us. That was the second time tonight that she'd refused my touch.
What the fuck was going on?
She seemed to be having a tough time holding my gaze. "Neither is it polite to treat people like you just did them."
I folded my arms, scowling for the first time today. "They'll get over it. They know too well I don't want them interacting with you."
She met my eyes. "It was pretty clear when I stepped in. I felt like some sort of infectious disease, Shayne. Did you even care to ask how I feel about all of this? How lonely I feel when there's no one to talk to?"
"Look, Olivia, I understand what you mean, I swear. But it's my job to protect you, and that means cautioning off anyone who can be a threat to—fucking look at me, will you?" I ordered softly and icily.
Her eyes immediately came back to mine, and I stopped short. She really was upset.
I sighed out my frustration, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Fine. Fine, okay?" Oh fuck, Shay, you've turned into a total weak-ass smitten fool. "I'll introduce you to everyone, if that's what you want."
Her eyes went wide, a stunning smile that could have been everything I'd have killed for, filling her face. "Yes it is!"
"Okay, but only under two conditions."
"Anything," she said, barely containing her excitement.
I ignored the alarming fluttering of my heart and focused on the topic at hand. "One... only, and only when you're right next to me will you interact with anyone other than the usual. Two... I want you to be able to protect yourself."
"How?"
"I'll show you later. But why don't we go upstairs first?" I rounded the counter and watched her neck, ears and cheeks turn to a deep shade of pink.
"I have cupcakes in the oven, and I'm not done cleaning," she said, completely flustered, her sparkling green eyes rising to meet mine as I reached her.
I swiftly untied the apron's knot at the small of her back, allowing my fingers to brush the top of her ass. Her hard swallow was audible.
"Jeffrey will take care of it." Discarding of the apron completely, I got her hand and led us to our room, noticing how she had nervously glanced at my office as we passed it.
It then clicked. She wasn't just shy about the previous night, but she was also embarrassed, extremely embarrassed.
I had to relieve her of that.
"I'll go grab a quick shower, okay?" I said to her as she took a seat in our private lounge.
She hardly spared me a glance. "Okay."
After a quick and cool shower, I pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tee.
I found her with her feet raised onto the couch as she hugged her knees. On the big flat screen TV that had her full attention was a documentary on the survival of rodents in the wild.
At the moment, the mating process of the armadillo was taking place and I failed to hold back my grin at the look of her stunning face tilted to the side in curiosity.
Out of the blues, I remembered how she'd grinded onto my mouth as she'd come against my office desk. I'd never seen anything so obscene and incredibly arousing as that, until she'd squirted all over me.
My mouth drooled.
After a second of getting my shit together, I spoke up. "Whattchu watching?"
She jerked upright in her seat and turned to me. "Uhm, just some wild life stuff." The TV went off. "I'm done now."
Her eyes did the quickest glide down my body before looking away and I immediately tensed. If she had looked at me like that for a second more, talking would be far from what we'd be doing. And I really needed her to talk to me.
I walked to the black leather couch and sat right beside her. She barely moved a muscle, her staggeringly beautiful profile in view as she looked straight ahead.
My eyes zeroed in on the turtleneck covering what I hundred percent knew was the evidence of what we did. I could understand if she wore it merely to swat away any questions, but if it was because she was ashamed of what happened in my office, then I wasn't having it.
"You've got every right to your sexuality, Olivia. I don't want you getting embarrassed after every time I make you come."
She gasped and snapped her head at me, her cheeks red. "You can't say that."
"Yes I can. Because you gave me the right the moment you let me spread your thighs wide for my mouth."
"Oh my God! Shayne!" She started to stand, but I grabbed her hip and pulled her back down.
Quickly and effortlessly, I lifted her onto my lap and forced her body into straddling me. She immediately tried to escape but my grip on her small shapely waist wasn't going to loosen.
She paused, distress overwhelming her facial features. "Shayne, please let me go."
I raised one hand to her breathtaking face and pressed a kiss to her mouth. Almost instantly, she melted in my arms, her hands sliding up and squeezing my biceps.
Before I could allow myself to lose control of the kiss, I pulled away, my eyes traveling all over her. Although a fierce blush graced her cheeks, she looked calmer and a little more comfortable.
"Look, I'm not trying to embarrass you. I'm trying to let you know that you've let me see and witness the extent of your sexuality—" She shifted uncomfortably in my lap. "—and that it is between me and you, and no one else. I want you to express yourself when you're around me, never feel embarrassed."
She looked at me then, a gentle smile on her lips. "Okay." She brushed back the strands of dark hair that had escaped the back of her ear, the said ear turning impressively red. "B-but I just wanted to let you know that I've never done that before. It won't happen again."
"What won't happen again?" I really had no idea what she was getting to.
"The thing I did with my... when I... on your desk... nearly making you drown."
Her eyes fell just before a bark of laughter left my mouth.
She hit my shoulder, a strange sparkle brightening her eyes. "Shayne! I'm serious."
I gathered her in my arms and gave her a hard and swift kiss, yet again going against the need to deepen it.
"I know, I'm sorry. It's just really cute how you phrased the words." I pecked her pretty nose, grazing her soft cheek with the back of my hand. "If it were up to me, I'd spend an entire century drowning, because your response to the pleasure I give you is what I live for. I wouldn't have it any other way, you hear me?"
She bit her lip in a pretty little smile as she nodded her head.
"However, you could be a little less loud."
She clasped a hand over her mouth. "Oh god, I knew it. They must think I'm such a slut."
Right then, I wanted her naked just so I could hear those hot, racy and sensuous sounds again.
I swallowed hard. Now wasn't the time.
"Trust me, they couldn't hear you." They probably could. "These walls and floors are thick and sound absorbing, it's all good. I'm not even complaining on my end."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure. Did you get my note?"
She grinned widely. "I did, and I just need to clarify something for you, buster." She poked my shoulder with every word. "I. Do. Not. Snore."
"Yeah you do. Have you ever recorded yourself sleeping?"
"No, but—"
"Exactly, so you wouldn't know if you snore or not, which you do."
"Shayne, I think I'd know if I snore." She paused, uncertainty entering her eyes. "Or would I?"
I was having a field day teasing her, but I figured she'd had enough. "I'm joking, you don't snore, you're actually a silent sleeper."
"Shayne, you jerk! I nearly believed you." She laughed that sexy laugh of hers right before suddenly going quiet, waves of anxiety bouncing off of her body.
"What's wrong?" I asked, automatically worried.
"Nothing, it's just that... I'm not yet ready to talk about my parents. Would it be okay if we didn't talk about it, for now at least?"
I snaked an arm around her and pulled her into my chest. "Absolutely, whenever you're ready, baby."
She inhaled deeply as her face pressed into my neck. "Thanks. You smell amazing, Shayne." Then she lifted her face and looked right at me. "I know it's unfair and hypocritical of me, but we haven't talked about your grandmother ever since that day. I wish you'd let me come to the funeral with you."
Dammnit.
I wanted to get angry, any cowardly way out of the conversation. But I couldn't seem to find the rage. And if I wasn't mistaken, my heart yearned to find the balming necessary for the wound there.
Every single time, it led me right back to Olivia.
When I took too long to say anything, she smiled softly. "It's okay. When we're both ready, we can talk about—"
"I want to talk." I picked up her elegant slender hand and kissed her knuckles. "But this position is a hell of a distraction, I can hardly think straight with your thighs pressing up against me like that."
I was livid, mostly horrified but it was easier to convert my fear to anger.
I had a fairly good day at work. Even Sasha had asked about the absence of my usual scowls. Of course she'd immediately known the cause.
But then I come home and Olivia looks like she doesn't want me anywhere near her. The moment I give her some space and head back to our room, I find it unoccupied.
I was angry then, but that anger doubled the moment I saw her in the kitchen, surrounded by people that were ridiculously loyal and wouldn't dare cross me.
But it didn't mean they were saints. If I was going to let anyone dangerous near the center of my existence, it would be someone I knew through and through. Like Freya, Laura or Byron.
I myself was the pure opposite of a saint of course, but Olivia was mine. Even though I didn't have the balls to say it to her, she meant everything to me. I'd have to shoot myself first before I'd ever lay a hand on her.
Which was why I had to check my temper right then.
"Olivia, I can't leave for work and have to worry about your safety all at once. I thought I made myself clear when I said you weren't supposed to be with anyone other than who I've instructed to you. And I know damn well Byron couldn't have defied my orders without your help."
She ignored me, going about the kitchen like I'd never even stepped in the room. Her back was turned to me and I had to fight the urge not to smack her lush and round ass as she wiped down the counter.
The image of her thong clad backside attacked my hormones just then, riling in the rest of what took place in my office the previous night. Christ, I had barely gone through the day without nearly drooling from remembering her taste and watching her cum all over me.
I wanted—scratch that—needed more.
But for now I wanted her to talk to me. I wanted to know what had been going through her head ever since she found out about her dad.
First we had to check the attitude though.
I approached her from behind and watched her body tense significantly. She slowly turned as I reached her, her big beautiful eyes etching up to mine.
I gently brushed off the flour that had gotten on her cheek, failing to keep my gaze from dropping to her soft, plump and pliant mouth.
"It's not polite to ignore me, Olivia," I said, gripping her chin and lifting her face to mine.
To my surprise, she recoiled from my touch, pulling away from me and moving around the counter to place it between us. That was the second time tonight that she'd refused my touch.
What the fuck was going on?
She seemed to be having a tough time holding my gaze. "Neither is it polite to treat people like you just did them."
I folded my arms, scowling for the first time today. "They'll get over it. They know too well I don't want them interacting with you."
She met my eyes. "It was pretty clear when I stepped in. I felt like some sort of infectious disease, Shayne. Did you even care to ask how I feel about all of this? How lonely I feel when there's no one to talk to?"
"Look, Olivia, I understand what you mean, I swear. But it's my job to protect you, and that means cautioning off anyone who can be a threat to—fucking look at me, will you?" I ordered softly and icily.
Her eyes immediately came back to mine, and I stopped short. She really was upset.
I sighed out my frustration, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Fine. Fine, okay?" Oh fuck, Shay, you've turned into a total weak-ass smitten fool. "I'll introduce you to everyone, if that's what you want."
Her eyes went wide, a stunning smile that could have been everything I'd have killed for, filling her face. "Yes it is!"
"Okay, but only under two conditions."
"Anything," she said, barely containing her excitement.
I ignored the alarming fluttering of my heart and focused on the topic at hand. "One... only, and only when you're right next to me will you interact with anyone other than the usual. Two... I want you to be able to protect yourself."
"How?"
"I'll show you later. But why don't we go upstairs first?" I rounded the counter and watched her neck, ears and cheeks turn to a deep shade of pink.
"I have cupcakes in the oven, and I'm not done cleaning," she said, completely flustered, her sparkling green eyes rising to meet mine as I reached her.
I swiftly untied the apron's knot at the small of her back, allowing my fingers to brush the top of her ass. Her hard swallow was audible.
"Jeffrey will take care of it." Discarding of the apron completely, I got her hand and led us to our room, noticing how she had nervously glanced at my office as we passed it.
It then clicked. She wasn't just shy about the previous night, but she was also embarrassed, extremely embarrassed.
I had to relieve her of that.
"I'll go grab a quick shower, okay?" I said to her as she took a seat in our private lounge.
She hardly spared me a glance. "Okay."
After a quick and cool shower, I pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tee.
I found her with her feet raised onto the couch as she hugged her knees. On the big flat screen TV that had her full attention was a documentary on the survival of rodents in the wild.
At the moment, the mating process of the armadillo was taking place and I failed to hold back my grin at the look of her stunning face tilted to the side in curiosity.
Out of the blues, I remembered how she'd grinded onto my mouth as she'd come against my office desk. I'd never seen anything so obscene and incredibly arousing as that, until she'd squirted all over me.
My mouth drooled.
After a second of getting my shit together, I spoke up. "Whattchu watching?"
She jerked upright in her seat and turned to me. "Uhm, just some wild life stuff." The TV went off. "I'm done now."
Her eyes did the quickest glide down my body before looking away and I immediately tensed. If she had looked at me like that for a second more, talking would be far from what we'd be doing. And I really needed her to talk to me.
I walked to the black leather couch and sat right beside her. She barely moved a muscle, her staggeringly beautiful profile in view as she looked straight ahead.
My eyes zeroed in on the turtleneck covering what I hundred percent knew was the evidence of what we did. I could understand if she wore it merely to swat away any questions, but if it was because she was ashamed of what happened in my office, then I wasn't having it.
"You've got every right to your sexuality, Olivia. I don't want you getting embarrassed after every time I make you come."
She gasped and snapped her head at me, her cheeks red. "You can't say that."
"Yes I can. Because you gave me the right the moment you let me spread your thighs wide for my mouth."
"Oh my God! Shayne!" She started to stand, but I grabbed her hip and pulled her back down.
Quickly and effortlessly, I lifted her onto my lap and forced her body into straddling me. She immediately tried to escape but my grip on her small shapely waist wasn't going to loosen.
She paused, distress overwhelming her facial features. "Shayne, please let me go."
I raised one hand to her breathtaking face and pressed a kiss to her mouth. Almost instantly, she melted in my arms, her hands sliding up and squeezing my biceps.
Before I could allow myself to lose control of the kiss, I pulled away, my eyes traveling all over her. Although a fierce blush graced her cheeks, she looked calmer and a little more comfortable.
"Look, I'm not trying to embarrass you. I'm trying to let you know that you've let me see and witness the extent of your sexuality—" She shifted uncomfortably in my lap. "—and that it is between me and you, and no one else. I want you to express yourself when you're around me, never feel embarrassed."
She looked at me then, a gentle smile on her lips. "Okay." She brushed back the strands of dark hair that had escaped the back of her ear, the said ear turning impressively red. "B-but I just wanted to let you know that I've never done that before. It won't happen again."
"What won't happen again?" I really had no idea what she was getting to.
"The thing I did with my... when I... on your desk... nearly making you drown."
Her eyes fell just before a bark of laughter left my mouth.
She hit my shoulder, a strange sparkle brightening her eyes. "Shayne! I'm serious."
I gathered her in my arms and gave her a hard and swift kiss, yet again going against the need to deepen it.
"I know, I'm sorry. It's just really cute how you phrased the words." I pecked her pretty nose, grazing her soft cheek with the back of my hand. "If it were up to me, I'd spend an entire century drowning, because your response to the pleasure I give you is what I live for. I wouldn't have it any other way, you hear me?"
She bit her lip in a pretty little smile as she nodded her head.
"However, you could be a little less loud."
She clasped a hand over her mouth. "Oh god, I knew it. They must think I'm such a slut."
Right then, I wanted her naked just so I could hear those hot, racy and sensuous sounds again.
I swallowed hard. Now wasn't the time.
"Trust me, they couldn't hear you." They probably could. "These walls and floors are thick and sound absorbing, it's all good. I'm not even complaining on my end."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure. Did you get my note?"
She grinned widely. "I did, and I just need to clarify something for you, buster." She poked my shoulder with every word. "I. Do. Not. Snore."
"Yeah you do. Have you ever recorded yourself sleeping?"
"No, but—"
"Exactly, so you wouldn't know if you snore or not, which you do."
"Shayne, I think I'd know if I snore." She paused, uncertainty entering her eyes. "Or would I?"
I was having a field day teasing her, but I figured she'd had enough. "I'm joking, you don't snore, you're actually a silent sleeper."
"Shayne, you jerk! I nearly believed you." She laughed that sexy laugh of hers right before suddenly going quiet, waves of anxiety bouncing off of her body.
"What's wrong?" I asked, automatically worried.
"Nothing, it's just that... I'm not yet ready to talk about my parents. Would it be okay if we didn't talk about it, for now at least?"
I snaked an arm around her and pulled her into my chest. "Absolutely, whenever you're ready, baby."
She inhaled deeply as her face pressed into my neck. "Thanks. You smell amazing, Shayne." Then she lifted her face and looked right at me. "I know it's unfair and hypocritical of me, but we haven't talked about your grandmother ever since that day. I wish you'd let me come to the funeral with you."
Dammnit.
I wanted to get angry, any cowardly way out of the conversation. But I couldn't seem to find the rage. And if I wasn't mistaken, my heart yearned to find the balming necessary for the wound there.
Every single time, it led me right back to Olivia.
When I took too long to say anything, she smiled softly. "It's okay. When we're both ready, we can talk about—"
"I want to talk." I picked up her elegant slender hand and kissed her knuckles. "But this position is a hell of a distraction, I can hardly think straight with your thighs pressing up against me like that."
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