Chapter 33 Marie
By the time I wake on Sunday morning, we’ve barely made it out of my apartment, despite the lovely summer weather. But Olivia seems insatiable, her appetite for me renewed with every orgasm we reach, as though she literally needs to take as much of me as she can get while she’s here, and going out would only take away from her time to accomplish that goal. I’m pretty sure that if I asked her, she would tell me something like this. Her brain may work in ways that are mysterious even to me, but I know that much about her. Besides, as she said last night before we fell asleep satiated but exhausted, she didn’t come to Brussels for Brussels, she came for the one and only Marie Dievart. It was hard to pretend I wasn’t flattered by that, so I didn’t.
Having her here has been a
