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Even though I enjoyed the show, I was ready to go, it had been a long day, and I wanted to go back to the comfort of the hotel. I needed to talk to Cecily and work through what I was feeling.

“Can we go Jack? I’m not in the mood for dancing tonight.”

Jack’s face dropped for a second, and he changed his composure just as quick. I didn’t want to disappoint him, but I needed to get away from the temptation to go back to Jack’s place. If I had a drink with him, the temptation would be even worse.

“Sure, do you want to go for a drink somewhere else, it’s still early.”

“Do you mind if I went back to the hotel? I’m in the mood to write and when I get the motivation I need to take advantage.”

“Of course, let’s go, I’ll walk you back.”

We strolled back through the streets of the city, hand in hand. I didn’t have a word to say, so I maintained the compatible silence between us rather than fill it with inane waffle. I had a hundred questions I wanted to pepper Jack with about his life and how he leads it.

I wondered if he had ever been in love or had any desire to marry and have children, but this was none of my business. These were not innocent questions, and I cared very much how he answered them. I would be leaving in a few days back to my lonely life and him to his party lifestyle. Perhaps it was better that I didn’t get my hopes up.

The wind had picked up since we were in the club, and I shivered in my leather jacket as we marched up the hill. Jack dropped my hand and wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me into his side. I smiled and snuggled in closer pushing the flat of my hand into his back pocket to help balance me.

His arse felt firm and muscled as he walked by my side. It felt naughty to covertly feel his bum but playful at the same time.

“I wish I could walk you the long way round to the hotel so you can keep squeezing my arse like that.” He said and smirked.

I whipped my hand away like it was on fire and blushed furiously.

“I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me.”

I tried to step away, but he caught me around the waist and pulled me flush against his body, my breasts squashed against his hard chest.

“Never apologise for touching me, I want nothing more than to have your tiny warm hands touch every part of me.”

I stood in his arms speechless and overjoyed. I wanted the same but would not allow myself the pleasure.

“We are here, do you want me to walk you to your room Olivia.” He purred the words out softly and quietly.

“Um, no, I can take it from here. Thank you for taking me to the club tonight, I enjoyed it. What delights have you got planned for me tomorrow night?”

“I’ll discuss that with you tomorrow morning, same time?” He asked.

“Yes, I shall meet you here at nine o’clock, sharp and don’t be late stud.”

“Sleep well, beautiful.” He said and kissed my forehead and walked back into the night.

I watched his retreating back until it had disappeared and wandered through the lobby to the lifts to take me to my room. It had been a long day, and I felt lighter for telling him about my marriage. I still couldn’t have sex with him whilst he still thought I was in a marriage. I had one more thing I needed to tell him and then we would see what he would do with that information.

I was nervous and excited, romantically hoping that he would sweep me off my feet and take me to bed. As I opened the door to my hotel room, I promised myself that I would tell him first thing in the morning and see where the cards fell.

I wanted him, and I was in love with him, I was now sure of it. Tomorrow was already going to be an emotional day. Telling him would be perfect timing, the ending of one part of my life and the start, hopefully, of another.

I poured myself a bath and sank into the warmth and picked up my phone and called Cecily.

“I told him about the accident and then I threw up.” I said

“Well done, did he hold your hair back, because if he did, he’s a keeper.” Cecily answered. “Oh and hello, where have your manners disappeared to?”

“Sorry, I just needed to blurt it out, forgot about pleasantries.” I said and chuckled.

“So, well, and? When are you getting married?”

“Oh, hush about marriage, I didn’t tell him everything, I’ll tell him the rest tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Are you sure? Why not wait until Saturday when you’re leaving.”

“I think tomorrow will be appropriate. He was so lovely when I told him, very supportive.”

“I said he would be, I don’t know why you waited so long. You’re going to have to learn to trust people other than me. You can’t go wrong with starting with Jack. Have you had sex with him yet?”

“No, I have not, I won’t until he knows everything.”

“Well, hurry up and tell him because I want a happily ever after.”

“Read one of my books then, because this is just a hook up, nothing else.”

“I see right through you Olivia, you’re in love with him and don’t try and deny it.”

“I’m not, he is lovely though.”

“Whatever Olivia, goodnight and don’t forget to tell him as soon as you see him tomorrow.”

“I promise, goodnight.”

I was excited after I hung up the phone and wanted to go and see him straight away. Talking to Cecily gave me the courage I needed to do it. As I climbed out of the bath and into bed, I went through how I would tell him the last little bit of my story.

Shaking the sleep from my head, I dragged myself to the bathroom for a shower. The alarm had gone off way too early, but I had to get to Belfast. I spent most of the night thinking about Olivia, she was a puzzle to me, and I had yet to figure her out completely. She was different from the other women I had met, and I craved her company.

It was incredibly hard to leave Olivia last night, walking away was the hardest thing that I have had to do in a long while. It took all my willpower not to push her up against the wall and kiss the hell out of her. Her plump lips were so inviting, and I wanted them wrapped around my cock as I watch her take my whole length in her mouth. It made me twitch at the thought of it.

Getting that phone call as I walked away was a blessing and a curse.

There was still something she wasn’t telling me, and I was determined to create enough trust between us that she could tell me what it was. I knew that she wanted me, she’d told me and I had believed her. I could see it in her eyes and her body’s reaction whenever I was near her. My cock jumped at the mere thought of her, so much so that when I was near her it strained to be set free. It behaved like a fucking homing beacon the nearer I got to her.

On Monday night, Elijah and I stood by the window waiting for Olivia to arrive at the bar. I fully intended to go outside and meet her but was struck dumb and immovable. She was more beautiful than her picture, her vulnerability as she fidgeted outside the building was endearing. Before I could go and get her, she was on her way in and had gone straight to the bar. It took a few choice words from Elijah to get me to go over to her. I was a teenager again, all sweaty palms and tongue-tied. Elijah’s threat, if I didn’t go to her he would, had got me moving.

She’d only seen a photograph of my face, and I was nervous that she wouldn’t find me attractive. I don’t know where my insecurity came from. I had always had the confidence to believe in the philosophy, I am who I am, accept me or move on. Until now.

Elijah could see she wasn’t getting served and told me he would meet me at the bar, and I edged my way towards her. I needed my arms around her and did exactly that but got a little carried away.

On the first night when I tied her up and she was so trusting I wanted to violate that trust and tip the chair back so that I could thrust into her. The things I could have done to her while she was tied to that chair, she looked fantastic. On the second night when she was sitting on my lap watching the girls have sex, I tried to control my desire. I was overjoyed that she sat down on my legs. I was convinced that she would shake her head and stand next to me. I wanted to lift her by the waist and push her knickers to one side and sit her back down. I wanted her impaled on my hard length so that I could then reach around to stroke her clit until she felt apart all over my cock.

These thoughts were driving me insane, and there was no sign that they were going to go away. Getting her to undress me was sensual, and I loved every moment, of course, I didn’t have the patience to slowly take her clothes off, I stripped her in seconds. I regretted not taking my time.

I had to keep in mind that she was married and that she didn’t stray. Regardless of the fact that she was married to a man who couldn’t satisfy her. I had to respect the set of morals she had, morals that I had rarely found in a woman. This says more about the women I had dated than the high standards of Olivia. I held a great deal of respect for her and wondered how I would feel if I did get to fuck her. Would I lose all respect for her that she succumbed to me or would I rejoice and try to win her heart?

Taking a call last night from Chris, my PA, telling me that I had to go to Belfast to sort out an issue with a valued customer was perfect timing. I didn’t think I could go on another play date with her watching me have sex with another woman. At the same time, I wanted to spend every moment with her while I had her in my sights. She brought out confusing feelings in me. I have gotten it so bad for her, I had since the first wise crack she sent me online. She wasn’t at all taken in by my depraved sex talk or half the bullshit I spouted. I enjoyed the conversations we had and experienced profound joy when she finally caved in and agreed to meet with me.

I had a helping hand from her best friend who set the whole thing up but still I didn’t think she would say yes. I felt a little bad that she thought that it was all coincidence that Cecily snatched the phone out of her hand at that point, but it had to be done. Cecily was tight-lipped about what was going on with Olivia, and I wasn’t going to push her to break the friendship confidence. I had wrongly assumed that she was unhappy in her marriage and wanted a fling. I thought she was playing hard to get and needed me to persuade her to be in my bed.

I was shocked when she knocked me back in the pub that night, she did feel fantastic. Her plump breasts were firm and filled my large hands. When she ground her ass into my crotch as I cupped her pussy, I thought we were a sure thing. She felt heavenly, I was certain that we would have sex that night. When we lay on my bed, and I had her wrapped in my arms, I adored her being there, and I could have stayed there all night.

She was behaving like a lady but with a shit load of baggage. I couldn’t imagine going three weeks without sex let alone three years. She was a beautiful woman, she must have had offers all the time, I wondered how she avoided the temptation. A set of wedding rings doesn’t stop many men in trying to get a beautiful woman into bed.

Once I had finished dressing I needed to call Elijah to see if he would meet her instead this morning. By the time nine o'clock arrived, I would already be in Belfast in the breakfast meeting with Brian. Pacing the floor I waited for six o’clock before I called my brother. Whatever time I did call him he would be pissed at me, so I hit dial and waited for the string of expletives.

“Who the hell has died that you need to call me at six in the morning?” Elijah barked down the phone at me.

“Morning sunshine.” I replied back, upbeat and annoyingly happy, just to piss him off.

“What do you want dude?” Elijah growled down the phone.

“I need you to go and collect Olivia from the hotel and take her to your bar. I can’t meet with her today. I’ve got to go to Belfast to deal with a client, will you do that for me?”

“That would be my absolute pleasure brother, no hardship at all. Maybe I’ll take her out to dinner and then dancing. What do you think?” Elijah asked me.

I knew he was messing with my head, but all the same I was enraged at the thought of Elijah touching her, spending time with her, my envy got the better of me.

“Don’t even fucking think about it Elijah, she is mine.” I said growling through my teeth.

“Settle down kid, I was just messing with you. She’s married, so saying that she is yours is a bit wishful thinking. Have you fucked her already? Please tell me you haven’t worn her down with your unrelenting charm and made her break her wedding vows.”

“No, I haven’t fucked her, and for your information, she may be married on paper, but she is not married in any other way. If I want to fuck her, I will.”

“For fuck sake, stop being a shit, I only made one quip, and she has you in a state of angst. I won’t judge, but she has been married for three years. Do you honestly think you have a chance with her?”

“How did you know it’s three years?”

“I talked to her at the bar while you were off making millions.”

“Cut out the millions shit, I’m not that wealthy.” I huffed out. I hated it when he referred to my success so flippantly because it had come at the highest cost to me. “Well, keep your hands off her and make sure she is ok today. I feel bad that I have had to abandon her.”

“Will do, now let me get some sleep, I didn’t get in until four this morning, and I need to look beautiful for my date with Olivia.”

I hung up the phone, but not before I heard Elijah chuckling. I knew he would be hands off, he had heard me speak of Olivia for months on end and would not do anything with her. We had always been that way in the past, respecting each other, our parents had insisted on it. It didn’t stop him goading me about it.

Before I met Olivia, Elijah would insist that she was a seventy year old cat lady with no teeth. Well, he got that part fucking wrong. Having seen her in two different sets of underwear, she was smoking hot. I suspected that Elijah also thought that, and if he were not my brother, he would probably fight me for her.

I left Olivia a voicemail explaining where I was going and apologising for not being able to meet her. I hoped that I hadn’t woken her and headed to the gate to board a flight to Belfast. I spent a lot of time over in Northern Ireland and hooked up with Mel when I was in the city. I needed to get rid of my frustration, the last two nights with the girls and Laine weren’t enough. Spending time with Olivia last night, watching her get turned on by the show and not being able to relieve her of her frustration was fucking hard to watch. I could see her flushed and knew that a few flicks of my tongue on her clit and she would be coming within seconds. Mel was the perfect person for fucking, beautiful and liked to be dominated. A stunning combination and she were able to meet me later this afternoon.