Page 16 of He Is Ours (Lovers in Crossfire #2)

Chapter sixteen

Alex

Olivia

storms

back

into

the office, pissed off at the world. When she grabs Rachel’s hand, a pain of jealousy runs through me. Then she turns to me, grabs my hand, and storms right back out of the office—a woman on a mission. Everyone saw the shock on my face as I was dragged along.

I don't know what happened between Oliver and Olivia, but if this is the outcome I get, I will not complain one bit.

She practically drags us up the stairs to the master bedroom before slamming the door shut behind us.

She lets go of our hands, walks a few steps in front of us, and says, “Strip! Now! Both of you!” Her voice is sharp and powerful as she turns around towards us, looking directly at me.

“On your knees,” she commands.

I instantly dropped to my knees without a single hesitation. My knees hit the floor with an audible thud, but I don’t feel the pain. I have never been submissive to a woman. But these two women could get me to beg like a dog for just a drop of affection.

Movement to my left catches my attention, and Rachel starts to drop to the floor next to me. Olivia’s voice rings out through the room, stopping Rachel mid-squat. “Not you, Rachel,” and she crooks her finger in a come-hither motion. “You are going to stand up here with me.”

Rachel stands back up and walks up to her. I watch every move she makes, every sway of her hip, looking like a goddess. Every curve of her body is on display, and I am soaking in every minute of it.

My eyebrow arches as my eyes move to Olivia. “Are you going to strip, too, or do you get to be the only one with the view?”

A wicked smile spreads on her face as she bends down and grabs my chin, lifting it so my eyes meet hers.

“Listen here, brat! I am making the rules here tonight. So, you just sit there and look pretty while I play with my food for a little bit.” She pats my cheek before she stands back up and walks over to Rachel.

Holy fucking hell, that was sexy as fuck!

I look over at my girls as soon as Olivia gets back to Rachel, picking her up from behind her knees, and walks her to the bed, tossing her onto it. Rachel goes flying through the air and lands perfectly in the center with a fit of squeals and giggles.

The show in front of my eyes is better than anything I have ever seen. My eyes go back to Olivia, who is sashaying towards Rachel while slowly and torturously stripping out of her jeans, pushing down one side with her thumbs, and then moving to the other side.

Let the show begin.

I untuck my legs from under me and lean against the wall, my cock painfully hard. I wrap my hand around it, getting myself ready to enjoy my perfect view of my perfect girls.

As if she senses it, Olivia turns around to look at me and shakes her head, tsking at me.

“You are on a real brat streak tonight, aren’t you?

” She looks down at my knees and then back up to my face.

“I remember telling you to get on your knees, not to sit on your ass and enjoy the show.” I looked up at her to see if she was serious.

Fun fact for the day. She was indeed serious.

She then looks at my hand on my cock and tilts her head to the side, contemplating what to say next.

Before she could say anything else, I went ahead and stirred my pot a little more.

“Oh, my bad, madam. I thought I was about to watch the show and then possibly join in. Guess I’ll just sit here like a good boy and suffer in silence.

” I swear my smart ass mouth is going to get me in trouble, but that is a punishment I am willing to endure.

Olivia’s eyebrows shoot up as soon as the sass leaves my mouth, and she shakes her head.

“Hmmm. What am I going to do with you, Alex? You are interrupting my meal over there… and that just won’t do.” Olivia rubs her chin, thinking of a way to make me pay for being a brat.

Her eyes light up as a plan forms in her mischievous brain. “Get up on the bed,” she barks the order at me. I slowly rise to my feet and get up on the bed, sitting on the edge, waiting for her next command.

“Are we going to make this a quickie or leave all the men in my office to fend for themselves?” I look up at Olivia with a mischievous smile on my face.

“If you would keep your mouth shut, maybe we could get back down to the men in your office,” she says sassily back to me.

God, I love this girl more than any words can describe.

I run my fingers over my lips to symbolize zipping them and then twisting to lock the key. She smiles at me and bends down in front of me. “Good boy, keep it up, and maybe I will let you get in on the action.” She pats my cheek, then gives me a quick peck on the cheek.

When she stands back up, she points to the bed, then looks at me again.

I crawl to the headboard, the perfect spot to watch my girls play. I sit here waiting for any other words from her, hoping she lets me stay like this.

“Good, now stay,” Olivia says, and I roll my eyes.