I Hired a Love Coach, He Held Me Close

Chapter 3

My boyfriend's voice came through the phone speaker.

"Olivia? How's it going? Are you done with work yet?"

I opened my mouth to reply.

But Adrian decided to be a total tease right then. His long, slender fingers pushed right past my last line of defense.

The rhythm he set was so relentless that even breathing would make me slip up and let out humiliating, unmentionable sounds without meaning to.

I clamped my jaw, forcing two words out through gritted teeth.

"Still working."

My boyfriend's voice dropped, clearly disappointed on the other end of the line.

"Okay then. I'll let you get back to it."

I was just about to end the video call when it was like he sensed something was off.

"Just... don't do anything behind my back that would break my heart, okay?"

"Mhm."

I dragged out the hummed response, then hung up immediately before he could say another word.

If we talked any longer, I was definitely going to get caught red-handed.

By this point, Adrian had stripped completely naked. His ripped, muscular build lit a white-hot, ravenous desire in me, and I was desperate for the wild, rough round we were about to have.

Barely a second after the call went dead, those strong, clever fingers alone sent me flying right over the edge.

My whole body seized up in shivery, tingling waves, and a cry burst straight from the deepest part of my soul, so loud it hit the highest pitch I could possibly make.

That was way too close. If my boyfriend had heard that...

Our relationship, which we hadn't even had the chance to meet up for in person yet, would have ended right then and there.

Adrian couldn't wait another second. He pressed both hands firmly to my shoulders, pressing his whole body flush against mine.

He spread my legs apart, his dark eyes raking over me hungrily.

But of course he had to mess with me on purpose. His hard, rigid length stood at attention, but he dragged his feet, refusing to push inside just yet.

"Didn't you say you didn't want this earlier? Our agreed-upon time is up, actually. If you hope to back out now, you still can."

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, a cocky, I've-got-you-right-where-I-want-you smirk spreading across his face.

By that point, my brain was completely fried by raw, burning lust.

"I want it! I need it!"

Throwing every last scrap of shame out the window, I rubbed against the couch, squirming my body lower and lower inch by inch.

I even reached out, wrapped my hand around him, and lined him up right where I ached for him most.

"Please! Hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

But Adrian was eating this up, relishing every second of my shameless begging.

The more desperate and needy I got, the more he held completely still, not giving an inch.

"Louder, I can't hear you!"

He ate up the view of me writhing against him like a slick water snake, grinding my body all over his.

I didn't even care that this rickety old apartment had garbage-thin walls.

I yelled at the top of my lungs, begging.

"Please... satisfy me!"

I heard footsteps coming up the stairwell outside come to a dead stop.

Even with that, I didn't give a damn if all the neighbors were pressed up against their doors listening to me carry on. My string of filthy, greedy pleas finally satisfied Adrian.

The next second, he snapped his hips forward hard...