Chapter 14

Carter

Pete and I rounded the final block back to my house. The morning felt off without Olivia here—a fact I didn’t care to examine too closely. So I took her dog for a walk. He was incredibly well-trained. I wasn’t sure who I had to thank for that. Perhaps it was just inherent to the breed.

When we reached the fenced-in backyard, I let Pete off his leash to do his business and headed for the door. Pausing in the kitchen to grab a glass of water, I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard what could only be described as moaning.

I followed the noises to the half bathroom just past mine and Olivia’s respective workspaces. There was only one person who could be the source of those sounds. A glance at my security system confirmed that Olivia had entered the house ten minutes ago, and she wasn’t at her desk.

What is she doing in there?

I stood stock still, straining to hear. Then I caught another muffled sound that sent a jolt straight to my dick.

Jesus Christ. Is she...? Here? Now?

The sounds were unmistakable now, growing more desperate with each passing second. Fuck. The moaning became louder, and I heard her panting. I should leave. Yet I couldn’t tear myself away.

I palmed my hardening cock through my slacks, trying to ease the rapidly building ache. This was way beyond inappropriate. I had no business standing here with my dick in my hand, listening to her get herself off.

But God help me, I wanted to do more than that. I wanted to barge in there, push her up against the wall and fuck her until she screamed. Wanted to feel her tight heat clenching around me as I buried myself inside her over and over again. I wanted...

A choked cry pierced the air, followed by a drawn-out moan that made my balls tighten and my vision blur. She was coming. Holy hell.

My cock throbbed against my zipper as I listened to her come down from the high of her orgasm. Reluctantly, I pulled away from the door and hurried to sit behind my desk where I could hide the evidence of my arousal.

A few minutes later, while I was pretending to check emails, Olivia returned to her desk. I was at a crossroads. I could confront her, or I could pretend it never happened. But, if nothing else, I was curious.

Erection secured beneath my waistband and only visible if you were really looking, I rose from my desk and made my way to her workstation. Her face was flushed and her hair mussed. She looked thoroughly fucked. By her own hand. In my bathroom. Jesus.

Her eyes met mine and widened in horror, a crimson blush staining her cheeks. “Carter! You're here. I...I didn't—I mean, I thought you were...” she stammered, wringing her hands.

“At a meeting? I finished early, so I took Pete for a walk.”

“Did you—”

“Hear you? Yes.”

“Oh God,” she whispered. “I'm so sorry. I never would have—I mean, I didn't think anyone would...” She trailed off, looking like she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

I should’ve let her off the hook, told her it was fine, no big deal. But I couldn't seem to find the words. My mind was still reeling with the knowledge of what she'd been doing in there. What I'd heard.

“Olivia,” I started, not even sure what I intended to say.

But she cut me off, the words tumbling out in a frantic rush. “I know how it must have looked—sounded. But I swear, it's not what you think. It wasn't just...you know, for fun.”

I arched a brow. “No?”

 

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