Olivia Sparks

Emily and Wyatt's Villa

Miles away from Rockaway Tower, Wyatt entered his home and immediately caught sight of Emily laying still on the dinner table. He pushed his brogue shoes off his feet one after the other and tiptoed his way to the dining area.

Rubbing his hands together, excitement painted his face as the thought of devouring his lady tonight sent a rush of adrenaline down his pants. 

However, his excitement turned into concern and the smile on his face fell once he saw Emily, who looked drop-dead gorgeous with the set of lingerie that barely covered anything, was sleeping soundly without a care in the world, shivering against the cold dinner table. 

He surveyed the area and saw scattered food on the floor and the table with some rolls squished under her.

"Honey, I'm home," Wyatt cooed, scraping the food from Emily's body, and tasting one roll that lay on her c.h.e.s.t. He gingerly scooped her up and transported her to their bedroom. After laying her down on the bed, he went to the en suite and stepped out with a washcloth to wipe down her body to clean her, covering her up to the neck with a duvet thereafter. 

He lingered for a while and watched her sleep, her little nuances like how her nose twitch now and then warmed his soul. 

He looked back to his earliest memory of her and could not help but grin. Their story was akin to that of childhood frenemies turned lovers and one would not believe that they would be the end game.

End game.

The word wrapped his heart like crawling veins. Fragrant. Inviting. He wanted them to tie the knot soon but something was holding him back.

Frisking his suit jacket, he took a black velvet box from his pocket and rolled it in his palm. Looking at her, Wyatt felt his heart pricked with pins and needles. He knew she was waiting for him to propose too. Helpless, he took a sharp breath, hiding his little box back in his pocket and went to the en suite to shower and change. 

'What's wrong, honey?' she wondered when she couldn't fit the pieces together why Wyatt looked that way.

After a few minutes, the en suite door opened and Emily shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Wyatt rounded to his side of the bed and joined Emily under the sheets and spooning her in a tight and insecure hug.

In the dark, Emily could feel Wyatt's presence yet she knew his mind was elsewhere when he huffed and started rubbing circles on her h.i.p.s. She stirred in the bed to distract him, and nuzzled her head on his c.h.e.s.t. Slowly, Wyatt's breathing changed from ragged to deep and steady, until Emily couldn't feel the rise and fall of his c.h.e.s.t – a sign that he was fast asleep.

Though tempted to see what he bought for her, what mattered to her now was if he would ever propose after seeing his hesitation. 

'But why?' she wondered.

She stayed in her spot, running her hand on Wyatt's back as she thought to herself how she would go back to sleep now.

...

Lin Ancestral House

Ava tiptoed to Oliver's study, her short and shaky breaths a telltale sign of her nervousness. Through their years together, she never initiated lovemaking with her husband for the sole reason that she was clueless. Yep, Oliver popped her cherry and was the only man she ever had her entire life and the closer she was to his study, the faster her heart pounded on her c.h.e.s.t. 

She would take control and make this night one for the books.

She entered the study and closed the door behind her. The air around her cracked and sizzled as she sauntered that Oliver was taken aback, reclining his leather chair at a safe angle. 

Without delay, Ava straddled herself on his l.a.p and took his hands.

"What the heck?" Oliver held his breath when the click of the handcuffs caught him by surprise. The fluffy fur tickled his wrist and his little man had the biggest reaction of them all. Ava successfully handcuffed his hands behind his back.

Grunts and mewls filled the study that the two didn't notice the door creaking open. They were almost at their peak when Ava bolted from her position when she heard tiny little footsteps come closer to their direction but was too late.

Crying, with snoot falling from his tiny button nose, Finn asked, "Mommy! Why are you hurting Daddy?"

…

Rockaway Tower

After five more o.r.g.a.s.ms later, steam filled the bathroom as hot water streamed down from the faucet to the bathtub. 

Olivia tied her hair into a messy bun that sat on top of her head before she turned the running water off.

They lay submerged and let the water soothe them, taking a sip of their wine straight from the bottle from time to time.

Olivia would scoop up foam, bubbles, and bath oil that floated on the water's surface, pouring it over her shoulders before Maxen would step in and gently massage her, squeezing from the length of her neck down to her arms.

The water, coupled with Maxen's massage, started to soothe Olivia's aching muscles. Now, if only he could massage her legs too that would be perfect, but after spending the night together, she knew that asking him to touch her legs had a higher chance of him spreading them apart than relieving her from her pain. 

She sent him an evil glare after he kissed the crook of her neck and started fondling her b.r.e.a.s.ts under the water. She pushed his hands off her body and reminded him of how he tossed and bent her in bed throughout the night, only taking a break to piss in the loo. However, instead of him feeling remorseful, she felt his c.h.e.s.t rumble on her back, clearly amused at how they f*cked like animals in the wild. 

"What an animal you are, Max."

"I meant what I said when I told you I'll make you come six times and before you call me an animal, look at what you did to me."

Maxen craned his neck and showed the love bite on the skin where his neck and shoulders meet. By that time, it had turned red and bruised yet Maxen flaunted it like it was his favorite trophy. 

Olivia shifted in her place to get a good look at him and instantly, her hand flew to her mouth to cover the grin on her face. Earlier, she went overboard when she bit his neck as an o.r.g.a.s.m struck her like a speeding bullet train.

"Does it hurt?" she probed, rubbing her thumb over the sore spot.

Joking, because it did hurt like a b*tch, he replied, "Not at all. I should have known that you are into that kind of kink."

She flicked the bruise and slipped a playful tongue out when Maxen winced in pain. "Hey, I'm not into those kinds of things… Whatever they are."

Maxen's eyes darkened as he gazed at Olivia blush under the soft glow of the bathroom's chandelier. He felt his throat run dry when he realized that she wasn't into bizarre role-playing in bed.

He chugged down the bottle of wine to the last drop and let it roll on the marble bathroom floor. Hoping the alcohol will drown his feral d.e.s.i.r.es.

He sighed and repeated her words. "Yes, let's stay away from those kinds of things… Whatever they are." He grasped her hand and kissed the back of it before he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, where she belongs. He kissed her temple after she rested her head on his c.h.e.s.t and slowly their breathing started to be in sync. 

"Who takes a bath at three in the morning?" she mused, wiggling her peeping toe on the water's surface.

"Us. Who else? Do you want to turn this into a tradition?" he c.o.c.ked a brow as he scanned her side profile.

"Not a chance, Little Prince. Okay, okay, shower time," she said, cutting him off from thinking further as she peeled away from him and stepped out of the tub. One more second in the tub and he might consider his idea for real.

A few minutes later, fresh from the shower, tired, and sleepy, Maxen and Olivia lay on the bed facing each other. He fixed the loose strand of hair on her face and tucked it behind her ear. 

"Olivia," his voice tapered off. "I'm not spending a night without you in my arms."

"Okay? Care to explain what you exactly mean?"

"Thirty-two years. It took thirty-two years to find you and now that you're here, I don't want to take any chances of letting you slip away from my arms. I don't care if we're going too fast. Well, do you?" He scrunched his brows, his forehead creased three lines.

"It's ok, Max. Go on," she coaxed as she smoothed the worry that showed on his forehead.

"I'm done with sleeping alone at night. From now on, we'll sleep in the same room and share the same bed every night. Will you move in with me, Olivia?"

Time slowed down and Maxen's eyes searched her face for any hint of what her reply would be.