Heirs To The City: The Quartet

Chapter Three

Adrian Winters

Sitting in my living room with a coaster of Gordon & MacPhail Private Collection Milton 1949, with one large round bar style ice cubes in the three sided spiral glass in my right hand, while I stared out the window over the city and Winters Group Tower that glowed with the ambient red light that looked like cabernet through the two hundred twenty floors of my company's headquarters.

It looked like it belonged to a bond supervision and considering I was half British, drove Aston Martin's, and wore Italian tailored suits, it likely made me a perfect candidate for the glamorous and mysterious lifestyle of one.

Then I heard heels and fuck me did I know I was in trouble. If I teased Olivia which I had, she would tease me back. I'd hoped me kissing her back would alleviate that.

Apparently not.

Reaching up I undid another button knowing I'd need breathing ability when she came into view of me either by rounding the sofa or the reflective surface of the window.

I wasn't disappointed when she did either stopping directly behind me, face clear of makeup and still fucking perfect, more so then any other woman I'd seen. Supermodels couldn't match my girlfriend in beauty, or in the flare she gave my life.

"You teased me earlier Adrian," she purred, her nimble hands sliding down my shoulders and chest, all while I watched her smile like no angel should.

I'd corrupted her purity.

At least I'd thought that for over a year, but she was as sinfully delighted as me, yet she would go to heaven while I burned in hell for my sins. Thousands of sins, Olivia Thorne however; was my only salvation.

Other then she could get me to do things I never though I'd allow a woman to convince me of.

"Olivia," I warn my voice a controlled growl. If she started something with me, when I'd gone months without touching her, we have a hard time explaining why I was tired, and she walked funny at work tomorrow.

"Adrian," she cooed back before pulling her hands away and staring at me in the glass as she dropped the robe covering her body, and fuck me was I going to hell. The problem was Olivia would insist on coming with me, or I'd fight my way to heaven to bring her back with me.

Clear olive skin, slim features, an hourglass frame, perky breasts hidden behind dark green lace that made my heart triple its rate.

I would die of a heart attack if she kept this up. A very pleasant one.

"Angel's don't fall for devils, bellissima," I whispered taking in the parts of her I could see as i set my glass down on the coffee table. I'd bought out a beach once and a section of a harbour so that Olivia and I could spend two weeks at a Mediterranean villa, and I wouldn't have to fucking kill anyone who saw her in a bathing suit.

"This angel does," she whispered in my ear, and before she could pull back I pulled her over the couch with one arm and had her laying on her back with her arms above her head with one of my knees between her perfect little thighs.

"And this devil, has all kinds of things he'd like to do to you, but I shouldn't," I say with a sigh and keeping myself from thinking about her proximity to me and the fact she smelled like vanilla and like citrus, two of my favourite smells.

Olivia smirk still plastered on that gorgeous face, leaned up and seductively whispered in my ear.

"Like what, fucking me. You know I haven't been touched by anyone but you".

Fuck. Me.

I knew my eyes darkened, not that it would be easy to see in my dark penthouse. But I was sure she could feel the brick in my pants that I was shocked hadn't torn a hole through the leg as she rubbed her fucking leg against it.