Olivia Sparks

At exactly five in the morning, Maxen's leg jerked, reminding him to wake up. It was still dark outside, and the sun was barely peeking on the horizon. 

Feeling the heat beside him, he crawled his hand on her silk pajama that he was itching to shred into pieces. 

Gingerly, afraid to wake her up, he kissed her shoulders and inhaled her scent, indulging in her asleep state.

As if on automatic, Olivia's hand reached for the side of his face, feathering his ear with her fingertips.

"Mmmm," she g.r.o.a.n.e.d when she felt his warm touch of his palm on her skin that wormed its way from her belly up to her b.r.e.a.s.t, stopping at her n.i.p.p.l.es that are now erect at his stimulation.

She smiled, amazed at how big his hand was to cover two n.i.p.p.l.es at the same time. And she also knew what's coming for her because they only had a round last night after her short meltdown. Of course, the little prince who was fondling her b.r.e.a.s.t was insatiable.

Turning to face Maxen with half-hooded eyes, a chuckle escaped her lips when it didn't take a second for him to peel off her satin top, pulling it overhead and throwing it god knows where.

Holding her wrist captive above her head, Maxen ravaged the length of her neck and peppered it with kisses.

"Good morning, my Olivia."

"Mmmm. What's for breakfast, Max?"

"You." He chuckled. She could feel the rumble of his c.h.e.s.t above her. 

Reaching her achy b.r.e.a.s.t that heaved with d.e.s.i.r.e to be touched and worshipped, Maxen dipped his head, rolling his tongue, one pebbled n.i.p.p.l.e at a time.

Olivia's back arched from euphoria, her toes scr.a.p.ed on the sheets.

Releasing her n.i.p.p.l.e with a pop, Maxen pulled himself up and breathed in her mouth, "God, you're so perfect, Olivia."

Maxen dipped his head, kissing a panting mess called Olivia.

Hard. Unapologetic. Possessive.

He pulled down her silk shorts and knickers while his mouth never left hers, and rubbed two digits on her slit, spreading the moist that pooled in her core.

Settling between her legs, Maxen lowered his body and spoke between kisses, "I want to hear you m.o.a.n my name, baby."

Smirking, Olivia protested, her eyes locking with his flaming blue ones, "You're so confident you can… oh my god, Max."

Olivia palmed his c.h.e.s.t, tethering herself from drifting fast into an abyss of carnal bliss. She softly mewled with each of his punishing pumps that sent electric zaps in her body.

And with his every stroke, her walls clamped, begging for more. 

"Nnngh," Olivia stifled her m.o.a.n, her ankles locked on Maxen's back, pulling him to sink so deep in her, she'll probably feel him for the rest of the day.

Maxen saw that as his green light, picking up his thrusts into piston pace. The bed rocked and hit against the wall as Maxen withdrew and plunged over and over again in Olivia, knocking the air out of her lungs.

"Not hard enough?" Maxen asked when Olivia trained her eyes on him as if challenging him. A slow, s.e.xy smile curved on his lips as he dragged and slammed his length in her.

But it didn't take long before his smile slipped. Closing his eyes, Maxen cursed, "Oh, f.u.c.k me." His jaw clenched as Olivia tightened her walls, gripping his hardened length. Her warm, slick walls pushed him to his edge.

Beneath him, Olivia commanded in a shaky breath, "Open your eyes, Max." Her b.r.e.a.s.t deliciously bounced as Maxen showed no mercy on pounding her.

Dipping his head to dust his lips on hers, the two reached their peak, ending it with a kiss so intimate and beautiful that they lost track of time.

…

On the other side of the building, inside what used to be Olivia's penthouse, the tres marias—Secretary Gail, Yana and Shadow—snapped their heads to the newly built sliding door that served as a portal between the two penthouse suites.

Stopping by the doors, Jack flicked it with his fingers, remembering the day Olivia bought Maxen's side for $1.

So now the whole penthouse floor belonged to her; and his master, the country's prince, was happily freeloading on his partner's property.

The three stifled their laughter as they watched a grey cloud hovered Jack's head.

"Kuya Jack, it's too early to be wearing a scowl on your face," Yana commented, walking towards the coffee nook in the kitchen. She busted out her newly purchased coffee grinder and showcased it to the rest. "Look what I bought yesterday," she singsang.

Jack's face contorted upon seeing Yana's contraption. He could not help but show how unimpressed he was by it. "I don't think their coffee would taste the same if you use that, Yana."

Yana tutted, "My hands are aching from grinding coffee every morning!" So instead of listening to his advice, she snatched an innocent banana on the counter and handed it to Jack to pacify him.

"Don't blame me if one of the bosses would call you out later," Jack warned, dusting his hands after chomping down the banana in record time.

"We'll see about that," she challenged, pressing the button on the coffee grinder with her chin jutted upward.  

The morning team busied themselves, each minding their own task. Jack was in charge of the dining table, while Yana neatly arranged two sets of broadsheets in a tray. 

Inside what used to be Olivia's bedroom, which was magically turned into a study overnight, Secretary Gail lined up the doc.u.ments that her president would be using that day.

While the rest of the assistants were busy, Shadow stood guard on the private elevator, occasionally checking the cameras, just in case. 

Camaraderie filled the air in the room until two stinky men intruded their space—unannounced.

"What are you doing here?" Yana growled at MIB2 who was grinning like a meerkat. "We don't need extra security inside, go back to the fire exit."

"His Highness's orders, little lass," MIB1 stonily replied, his arm blocking MIB2's c.h.e.s.t, keeping the latter in his rightful place. 

He had to play the part of the big brother and keep the two youngest members of their team from clawing each other every time they meet.

"Go," he mouthed to MIB2, urging his junior to make a quick sweep. He then stood beside Shadow, his lips tugging a corner of his lip in a faint attempt to smile.

Rolling her eyes, she steeled her back when she heard the familiar footsteps coming closer to their direction.

"How's the sweep?" Maxen fired a question upon seeing MIB1. 

Last night Maxen and Olivia were about to sleep when the alarm on the penthouse floor went off.

"Third and final check, Your Highness." MIB1 kept his answer short although in his head he wanted to say that maybe… just maybe, the loose alarm lies in Olivia's side of the penthouse suite because they never encountered such a security nightmare before. 

But of course he wanted to keep his head and his job in place so he just had to ignore the high-end security system of the floor and physically check the place to make sure that the entire floor is secured and safe for their VVIP bosses.

After helping Olivia in her seat, Maxen rounded the table and was about to take his position when he heard Olivia speak.

"Jack, would you mind making me a fresh cup of coffee? Your batch today doesn't taste good."