Free Three Way, the Novel by Olivia Hawthorne, Olivia Long Page A

deep breath, opened the bedroom door and padded downstairs to find my errant lover.
    I didn’t find him right away, but I did find the table set for breakfast. I felt like I was in a fancy hotel with an all you can eat buffet. Of course I’m sure when it was this fancy, they probably had a better name for it than all you can eat buffet .
    I picked up a plate and chose some melon, a couple pieces of toast and a yoghurt cup with a heavy silver spoon.
    I looked up and down for coffee but saw nothing. Instead I poured myself a glass of orange juice and prayed it would do the trick.
    I wondered where my clothes and purse had ended up but decided I’d tackle that problem after I ate.
    I was in the middle of devouring my meal when a housekeeper walked through.
    “Excuse me,” I said and she stopped, turned and smiled. “Do you have any idea where some clothes ended up? They were left here last night along with a purse.”
    My cheeks hurt from the fire dancing along my skin. My humiliation was now complete.
    “Oh yeah, I think they’re in the kitchen on the side counter,” she told me and kept walking.
    I finished up my breakfast and decided to look for my clothes and some coffee. Surely in a house like this they had to have something stronger than OJ in the morning.
    I found the kitchen a vast space with dark marble countertops and gorgeous French country cabinetry everywhere my eyes could see. It was something out of a high end restaurant, it seemed decedent that it belonged to a house.
    I turned the corner and saw a side table and Ryker standing in front of it with his back to me.
    His hair looked trimmed and he was wearing a well tailored suit. I loved the way it hugged his muscular legs and arms, he looked really fucking hot in a suit.
    I snuck up behind him and ran my hands along his hips. He jumped slightly and I said, “Good morning, sexy.”
    I slid my hands to the front of his body, felt the familiar bumps of his rock hard abdomen and continued down the V plunging towards my favorite part.
    His throbbing shaft.
    I gripped it and was amazed at how familiar it was to me now, how all of his body felt like going home when I touched it.
    He groaned and bucked against me. I heard a sharp intake of breath and he turned in my grasp, facing me.
    I looked up at him and said, “Oh you shaved.”
    “Do you like it smooth?” he asked, his voice lower than usual and full of amusement.
    “I do,” I said and looked up at him. “I like it rough too though, but you know that.”
    “Oh do I?” he chuckled and leaned towards me. “Let’s find out how much I know.”
    He kissed me again, this time he wasn’t as demanding or passionate and his lips felt softer and more sensual. Ryker was usually very forceful with his kisses, letting me know with each one that he was dominating me and claiming me for his own.
    This kiss felt more equal, as if Ryker was now more tactile and asking for me to meet him half way.
    I did. I stood on my tippy toes and clung to his thick arms, the fine fabric of the suit feeling soft and supple under my fingertips.
    He smelled different too, not his usual musky masculine scent tinged with leather, but like an expensive cologne. It was nice, it tickled my nostrils and made me feel even more for him.
    He overwhelmed me with sensation and I moaned against his lips. Ryker was different somehow, as if we were vibrating on a different frequency than last night, but the same feral, primal attraction was there.
    My body responded with need, I wanted to get him inside of me as soon as possible.
    “Take me back upstairs,” I exhaled with almost a cry of desire. “Make love to me again.”
    “I wish I could,” he laughed, “unfortunately duty calls and I have to get to the office this morning.”
    “Office?” I asked, stepping back a little. I looked up and scanned his face and it was then that I noticed a small crescent shaped scar above his left eyebrow and a fleck of gold amongst the green of his