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forty-three

Olive

After all the drama at the park, Lane and I decide to call it a night. We’re silent on the way back to his penthouse.

But I’m not silent because I’m upset about running into him.

I’m silent because, holy shit, I actually gave him a piece of my mind.

Shy Olive Finch stood her ground and didn’t let him gaslight me into thinking what happened was “just sex.”

And I hope my words haunt him for the remainder of his life. It’s the least he deserves.

Lane pulls into his underground garage, and we start the slow ride up the elevator. It dings a few minutes later, and we finally step into his penthouse.

When I turn to look at Lane, he’s scrubbing his hands over his face. “Olive, I’m sor—”

I move his hands out of the way and cut him off with a kiss. He’s surprised at first but kisses me back and relaxes into me. “Thank you for standing up for me, Lane.”

“You’re not upset?”

“No,” I smile, cupping his jaw with my palm. “I know why you reacted the way you did, and it means so much to me that you were willing to fight for me.”

Lane lets out a breath and lets his shoulders fall, letting the tension go. “I will always fight for you, Ballerina. I promise, though, that’s not how I normally act. I was just so angry when I saw him, and then he was trying to be all buddy-buddy with you. It pissed me off.”

“Pissed me off, too,” I chuckle.

“You, though,” he states, a look of awe on his face.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, Olive. It wasn’t me that had him cowering in fear—that was you.

You told him everything he did and everything you were thinking.

You didn’t cower when you had every right to do so.

You are so goddamn strong, and I’m proud to even know you. ”

I smile at him brightly before resting my hand on the back of his head and pulling him to me for a kiss. “I still had a great night,” I admit. “Even after all of that.”

“So did I,” Lane smiles softly.

“You know,” I say, playing with the ends of his hair. “You called me your girlfriend earlier.”

He gives me a sheepish look. “Yeah… that was a slip of the tongue… but it is still something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”

“Is that so?” I look up at him in reverence. This man oozes confidence, but I can see how nervous he is to have this conversation. It’s endearing.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “I don’t want to pressure you, but… I don’t want to do this no-label thing anymore. I want to be with you. Really be with you.”

I press my forehead against his and capture his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you, too.”

“You have?”

I nod. “I just didn’t find the right time to do it.”

Lane pulls me closer, my body flush against his chest. “Are you saying you want a label, Ballerina?”

“Yes, Hotshot,” I smile. “We’re already together—why not make it official?”

“I haven’t had a girlfriend in close to a decade,” he admits nervously. “I can’t promise I’ll always get it right.”

“Just be you. That’s all I need.”

In an instant, Lane’s lips are on mine in a fierce and passionate kiss. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us to his bedroom.

We break our kiss when he gently places me down on the mattress.

“Bedroom, huh?” I tease.

“This is where I plan to spend the rest of the night, baby,” he smirks. “Be it for fun or sleep, I don’t care. I just want to be here with my girlfriend.”

I can’t help but smile. “I’ve never been somebody’s girlfriend before.”

“Happy to have you first then, Liv,” Lane smiles, stroking his thumb over my cheek.

Have me last, too, I think to myself, and those simple words tell me how hard I’m falling for him. He’s my first boyfriend, and I’m already hoping he’ll be my last.

I love the thought of it.

“So,” I say, trailing my finger slowly up his crisp, white shirt. “You said you don’t care if we’re in here for fun or for sleep, but do you have a preference?”

His smirk is devilish. “Well, I can’t say I’m all that tired, but you make the calls here, baby.” Lane leans closer to me, brushing his lips over mine. “So what do you want, Liv?”

I look right into his eyes as I reply, “I want to have fun.”

He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Good girl. I’ll make sure you have plenty of fun tonight.”

Lane takes a step back and unbuttons his shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders and onto the floor. He saunters back over to me, and I don’t take my eyes off him. “A little eye candy for you.”

“Not too bad for an old man,” I tease, and he gently pushes me back on the bed, lowering his body on top of mine.

“I’m starting to think you’re a brat, baby.”

“I thought I was a good girl,” I breathe.

“You’re a goddamn tease is what you are. You’ve been teasing me in this dress all damn night.”

I place my hand on the back of his head and bring his face closer. “But you like it when I tease you, baby.”

Lane’s smile is devious, and I have to clench my thighs together at the sight. “Yes, I fucking do,” he growls before his mouth is on mine, and his hand slips under the hem of my dress. He spreads his palm out over my thigh and lets his thumb graze closer to my core. “Maybe I should tease you, too.”

I look at him aghast. “You wouldn’t.”

He lets his thumb run over the lace between my legs. “I could never deny you when you’re so pretty when you come.”

Without warning, he pushes my panties to the side and slides his middle finger inside me. “Lane…”

“Does that feel good, Livvy?” His ring finger slides inside to join the first. “You like being full of me?”

“Yes,” I moan. “You’re so good.”

“Fuck, I love burying my fingers inside you.”

I catch his eyes, and the specks of green reflect through the hazel. “What about your tongue?”

The words stop Lane in his tracks, and he looks at me nervously.

“Liv…”

I let my hand drift over his bare chest, taking in each ridge and curve of his defined muscles. “I want it, Lane.”

“I haven’t seen that part of you yet,” he breathes.

“Then I think it’s time you do.” My eyes flutter closed as I wait for his reply.

“Are you sure about this, Olive?”

“I’m sure,” I promise him. “I want you to see all of me, Lane. Let me show you all of me.”

Lane kisses me eagerly, every bit of desire he feels with what I’m asking clear with every swipe of his tongue against mine.

He places several kisses down my neck before he helps me stand up.

He reaches behind my back for the zipper of my dress before slowly lowering it.

When he’s finished unzipping me, I push the dress off my arms and down my body, letting it pool at my feet.

“Liv…” His eyes rake over my mostly naked body as I stand before him in only a lace thong and heels. I lift my leg to undo the straps of my shoes, but he stops me. “Leave the heels on. Please.”

I grab his hands and bring them to the waistband of my panties. “I want you to take these off, Lane.”

He complies, slowly peeling the lace down my legs until it rests at my feet, and I’m standing naked before him. His gaze is heavy as it leers over me, and though I’ve never been more exposed, I’m not at all uncomfortable.

I’m safe with Lane.

I lean up and kiss him as he helps me back onto the mattress, sitting me on the edge. He plants chaste kisses down my neck and across my collarbone before kissing lower, paying attention to my nipples before slowly falling to his knees in front of me.

“Will you let me see you?” Lane asks softly, eyes gentle.

I nod before I slowly let my legs fall open, completely baring myself to him.

His throat bobs as he licks his bottom lip.

“I want you to lean back, Olive, and brace your hands on the bed for support. Then I want you to throw these sexy legs over my shoulders so I can lick that perfect pussy.” I quickly do as he asks, all too eager to comply. “That’s my good girl.”

He leans forward and takes a long swipe at me, back to front. “Oh my God!”

“God’s not down here, baby.” His eyes are molten when they meet mine. “You’ll call out my name when I’m between your legs.”

“Lane!” I cry when he flicks his tongue over my clit.

“You taste even better when I’m not licking you from my fingers,” he groans, burying his tongue inside me again. “Your pussy is mine, baby. You’re mine.”

“Yours,” I moan. “I’m yours, Lane. All yours.”

I throw my head back and get lost in the sensation.

Lane is expertly skilled with his tongue. The way it feels when he presses it inside me, when he flicks it over my clit, when he lightly teases it over my center—it’s all perfection.

He’s perfection, and there’s no one else I’d rather have take this part of me.

He presses two fingers inside me as he works me over with his tongue. My hips buck off the bed, and he laughs against me. “There you go. Smother me with that cunt, Olive.”

“Lane, this feels so good.”

“Good,” he coos. “I want this to be so good for you, baby. I want you to learn how great sex can be.”

I’m having trouble staying still as I feel pressure low in my abdomen. “Ohhh… I’m getting close.”

“Fuck yes,” he growls. “I want to feel you come on my tongue, Olive. Let me fucking taste you.”

He keeps his pace, thrusting his fingers into me as his tongue circles my clit, and he quickly has me ready to tip over. “Lane!” I scream as I fall over the edge, crushing his head between my thighs as he licks me through my orgasm.

When I finally come down, Lane licks his lips of the arousal coating them and stands himself up. “You did so well with that, baby.”

“That was amazing,” I say, still breathing heavily. “I really like your tongue.”

He barks out a laugh. “I’m pretty sure you like every part of me.”

“Yes,” I reply, letting my heart rate normalize before pushing him back and standing in front of him in nothing but my heels.

Lane looks at me in surprise when I reach for the button on his slacks. “What are you doing?”

I look at him in determination. “I’m going to take care of you. Teach me.” I finish unbuttoning his pants and slide the zipper down before I fall to my knees. “Teach me how you like to be sucked, Lane.”

“You won’t be able to suck anything at all if you keep talking like that,” he chuckles. “Fuck, that’s so hot, Liv. But you know you don’t have to do this.”

“I don’t have to do anything. I want to do this. Please let me.”

Lane groans and throws his head back before looking down at me. “You want to suck my cock, Livvy?” I nod eagerly. “You got me really worked up, so this won’t last long, but I’ll tell you what to do, okay?”

“Okay.”

He lets out a breath before pushing his slacks to the floor. “Take my cock out, Olive, and wrap your hand around me.” I do as he asks, pulling his boxer briefs down his legs and taking hold of his hard shaft as it juts out from his body. “Fuck…”

I start pumping him. “Like this?”

“That’s a good start,” he breathes, “but if you want to use your mouth at all, I need you to do it now, or you won’t get the chance to.

Take your tongue and run it over my head.

” My tongue darts out between my lips, and I lick up his tip, taking in the liquid I believe to be precum.

I then swirl my tongue around his head, teasing the underside.

“Oh, goddamn…” Lane moans, wrapping my hair around his wrist. “Now, open your mouth. You’re going to suck me in and drag your tongue down my dick, but be careful not to bite. I’m quite fond of this appendage.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I promise not to bite your dick off.”

I lean forward now, opening my mouth and sucking the first several inches of his long length inside.

I keep one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft as I start bobbing my head, letting my tongue run along the bottom.

“Oh fucking fuck!” he cries. “Yes, baby, just like that. Shit, your mouth feels incredible.”

Pride surges through me. I’ve never done this, but I love being able to please him.

I swallow him down again, and Lane loudly groans above me.

“You look so pretty on your knees, Liv, wearing nothing but those sexy heels and sucking my cock into your throat. You’re perfect.

You’re so fucking perfect.” I bob my head faster for a few seconds before he stops me.

“That’s really good. But I want to try something else now. Can you keep your head still for me?”

I let him out of my mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting us. “Yes, I can do that.”

“If it’s too much, just squeeze my thigh.

” I open my mouth, and Lane lines himself up before pushing inside.

I gag as he hits deeper than before, but I don’t tell him to stop.

And when he realizes I’m not going to, his thrusts become punishing, fast and erratic as I place my hands on his hips to steady myself.

“Fuck, you’re good, baby. So good.” He throws his head back and moans, tightening his grip on my head. “Shit, fuck, I’m going to come.”

Lane tries to pull himself out, but I dig my hands tighter into his hips to keep him right where he is. He looks down at me in surprise but soon resigns himself to his fate.

“Olive!” he cries as I feel him pulse in my mouth, filling me with every bit of his release. It’s salty and bitter, but I swallow it down anyway.

When he has nothing left in him, I lick down his shaft one more time before standing up, and Lane immediately wraps his arms around me.

“So good I earned a hug?” I ask teasingly.

He laughs with his face pressed against my neck. “A hug is the least you deserve after that, Liv. You were so good.”

“So I did the right things?” I ask as he moves his face to meet my eyes.

“You did all the right things. Fuck. You really are a quick learner.”

I drape my arms around his neck. “Your girlfriend just wants to be good for you.”

He smiles against my lips. “And your boyfriend isn’t mad about that at all.”

We both laugh before he kisses me, wrapping ourselves up in each other and enjoying our closeness.

Three months ago, I never would have pictured myself here, not just with a man, but standing naked in front of a man and feeling completely at ease.

But Lane has taught me so much. I’ve learned what I enjoy. I’ve learned what he enjoys.

Most importantly, though, I learned that I don’t need to live my life in the shadow of my trauma. I can overcome it and take the sexuality back that was taken away.

I appreciate that we’re moving everything at my pace, and he’s never made me feel rushed. But I know the moment is inevitable.

The moment when I fully give Lane all of me.

I can’t think of anybody I’d want to share that with more.