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Olivia sat with her mouth open. Words left her. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Devon was NaptownRider! Her face flushed, and her eyes lowered. She wished for the ground to open up and swallow her.

“Olivia? Come on now, look at me.” He took her hand in his. “I’m your friend. This isn’t a judgment. I was just shocked, is all. We’ve known each other all these years, and well…you’re rather reserved.”

“But you’ve seen me doing things.” She couldn’t bring her eyes to his.

“Yes, and I must say you were very good at it.” He laughed. “But seriously, I understand that is business.”

“Yes, but it’s more so I can come out my shell. I was never allowed to do much with Travis. I just wanted to express myself.” She took another sip off her drink and allowed herself to glance up and see his smiling face.

“You mean all that freaky stuff you do on the site, you never did with him? Is he insane?”

“It was all about Travis.”

He stood with his arms out. “Give me a hug. If you weren’t my best friend, I would marry you right now.”

“Shut up, fool.” She gave him a playful swat. He had a way of making her feel better. It was good to have someone to share her secret with.

“Is there anything else I need to know?”

Yes, I have been meeting men online and having sex with them.
“No.”

“Good, because I don’t think I can take much more. This one almost gave me a heart attack. I was scared to tell you that I knew, but it wouldn’t have been right.”

Devon paid the tab, and he dropped her off in front of her office building.

“And who was that?” Anita was on her the second she made it up to their floor.

“Don’t you have some work to do, Miss Dunn?”

“Oh no. You’re not getting off with trying to pull the boss card. I still have five more minutes for lunch, and I’m going to spend them up in your face. Spill the info, woman.” Anita followed Olivia to her office.

Olivia sighed, knowing Anita wasn’t going to give in. “That’s Devon.”

“Your best friend, Devon?” Her eyes grew big. You did not tell me he was gorgeous. From the way you talked about him I thought he was ugly or gay.” She poked out her lip.

“Stop the pretend pouting. Gay?”

“You know a male best friend?” She raised her eyebrows for emphasis and lowered her voice. “Someone you used to spend the night with. He takes you out to eat, never tries anything with you. That sounds like a gay man to me, but what I saw outside was all man. I would love to show him a thing or two.”

Cutting her eyes, Olivia said, “I bet you would. Devon loves women of all nationalities. You could be the green alien female off of
Star Trek,
and he wouldn’t care.”

“Are you going to hook me up or what?”

“Or what. I am not playing matchmaker for you. You have to do your own dirt and damage. I won’t be the one you blame when things don’t go your way.”

Anita placed a hand on her hip. “I’m not asking to marry the man. I just want to see what he’s like in the bedroom.”

“Even more reason for me to say no. He is not a one-night-stand type of guy.” Olivia had chosen her words carefully. She wasn’t trying to offend her, but Anita would never be the person she set her best friend up with. Anita used men and behaved like a groupie.

Olivia logged back into her computer. Anita took the hint and left. Moments later, Olivia received an interoffice email from Anita. Inside was a smiley face with the tongue sticking out. She laughed and pulled up her next assignment.

Her stomach was a little queasy at Devon’s admission, but he promised to never watch her again. The more she concentrated on work, the less she thought about it. Though she wasn’t going to the Atlanta conference, she still was tasked with a lot of work because of it.

Hours later, she managed to complete the report right before it was time to head out. She clicked send on the email to her boss and was about to log off.

“Olivia, do you have a minute?” Steve Hanley, the assistant regional director and her boss, said.

“Sure.”
Why did you wait until it was time to go?

“I know I told you the D.C. conference was the last one, but I need you to do the Atlanta one as well.”

She held back a sigh. “Mr. Hanley, do you realize that when I go to these conferences I’m the only HR manager there? Everyone else is either the assistant director, a coordinator or higher.”

“I understand that. The rest of us are swamped, and…you’ve been requested.” He sounded like he was choking on the words as they came out his mouth. “By the managing director. It seems if you’ve made quite the impression on some people. The conference is in two weeks. I’ll email you all the details that were sent to me.”

Olivia knew he wasn’t happy with the decision. Mr. Hanley was from Atlanta and had planned on turning the trip into a vacation.

“I will be looking forward to it.” She smiled. “Have a nice evening.”

He said nothing as he turned and walked away from her office. On the other hand, Olivia was all smiles. She couldn’t wait to see Richard again. Having his body next to hers was long overdue.

Chapter Seventeen

Olivia sat on the plane with her mouth wide open as she stared at her check for over six thousand dollars from
The Playhouse.
Before heading out to the airport, she grabbed the mail and shoved it in her purse. With the plane comfortably in the air, she pulled out the mail, expecting it to be her normally mix of monthly bills.

Noticing the question mark look on the woman’s face next to her, she closed her mouth and slid the check back in her purse. The woman’s eyes went back to her eReader. Olivia never expected the money to be so much. Outside of the weekends, she was only able to log on for two to three hours a day.  She could only imagine what type of checks the full-time girls were getting.

The amount was almost what she made as a Human Resources Manager, more once taxes were factored in. Her day job was more than enough to cover the bills and save, but now Olivia could do whatever she wanted, without feeling guilty about putting away for the future. She was going on a shopping spree as soon as she had a free moment.

Olivia relaxed in her seat until the plane landed. She collected her bags and rented a Lincoln Town car to take her to the hotel instead of taking a cab. The driver was friendly and didn’t ask a million questions, or try to scare her with his driving. Sitting back, she took in the tall buildings and colorful landscaping as it passed by. Atlanta was a beautiful city.

The chime on her cell phone pulled her eyes from the window. A text from Richard. She smiled while reading it.

What time does your flight land?

Already here. On way to hotel.

Delayed. Storms. May not leave until morning.

Her smile faded a little
.
Okay, see you then.

The car came to a rest, and she realized she was in front of the hotel. Once again, her employ
ers had chosen a five-star establishment. Inside, there were several lounge areas and escalators leading up to three levels filled with restaurants, bars, and clubs. Even from the lobby, she could see part of the large flat screen TV on the bar on the second floor.

Olivia checked in with one of the pleasant hotel personnel. When she finished, an attendant packed her luggage on a cart and wheeled it to her suite. She made herself comfortable. Her living space was way more than what she needed. The room was divided. On one side lay a modern living room and the other the bedroom. If she wanted company, she could let them in and close the door to the sleeping area. A desk was set up in the living room behind a bar-sized wall, a mini office. There was also a kitchen area. She was impressed.

She stood in front of the window for a moment, gazing over the Atlanta skyline. Dark clouds in the distance indicated rain was imminent. The rain would put a damper on her shopping spree. Olivia decided to freshen up and look around the hotel.

They had three restaurants. One was an upscale specializing in steak and seafood. Another was a sports bar and grill, and the last served Italian cuisine. The main bar resembled a small club. It was out in the open. The big screen she’d noticed earlier was actually a projector located on the back wall of the dance floor.

Her growling stomach lured her into the steak and seafood restaurant. A bright-eyed hosted guided Olivia to a table and took her drink order.

“Your waiter will be with you soon,” the woman said before leaving Olivia to read over the menu.

Everything looked delicious, but the roasted duck in strawberry sauce caught her attention. It came with mixed vegetables and garlic mashed potatoes.

“Will there be anything else?” the waiter said, setting the plate in front of her.

“No thank you,” she said.

The first bite made her want to do the happy dance. It was tender and seasoned to perfection. She’d had duck prepared different ways, but this was by far the best.

“From the smile on your face, I can see you are enjoying the food.” Her waiter refilled her glass of mango tea.

With a mouth full of food, Olivia nodded.

Jet lag was kicking in, and she need to relax. From experience and reading numerous books on the topic, she had found that having an orgasm did the trick. When she was finished, she paid the hefty tab and went to her room to log in some time on
The Playhouse
. Once Richard arrived, she doubted if she’d get in many hours, plus she wanted to get out and see the city.

With a swift movement of the hand, Olivia was logged in with a private chat in no time.

“You want to see how wet you have me?” she asked her client.

Ye
s
, he typed back.

She pulled both of her fingers out her hole. Holding the up to the camera, she flashed him the juices running down them.

Suck on them.

Olivia stuck a finger in her mouth and pulled it out slowly.

Now turned around, bend over, and play with it.

She faced the back of the couch.

“You like what you see, baby?” she asked.

Knock, knock, knock
.

Someone’s at your door
. I want them to see you cum.

Olivia moaned, feigning an orgasm. “Too late.” She smiled.

Session ended.

“Just a minute,” she hollered while putting on her robe. She went to the door. “Richard? I thought your plane wasn’t leaving until the morning.”

His solemn face greeted her. “I thought so too, but the weather broke. Do you have company or something?” She caught him looking past her as he gave her a hug.

“No. Come in.”

Richard’s eyes went to her open laptop monitor. She closed it and took a seat, patting the space next to her.

“You were in a chat room?”

She nodded.

“Oh, I thought I had a bit of competition going on.”

“Do I sense some jealousy?” She smirked.

“A little. I’d like to think this was our thing.” He moved in closer to her, kissing her neck.

Holding her hands in her lap and shrugging her shoulders, she said. “Well, as you can see, no one is here.”

“Were you getting ready for bed?” He untied her robe.

“Not yet, but soon. Why?”

“You’re in a bathrobe.”

“I was just relaxing.”

“No, love you were doing more than relaxing.” He slid his hand between her legs. “You’re already wet. I can smell your scent. It was driving me crazy from the moment you opened the door.”

He pulled her from the couch and guided her to the counter with the small sink. Richard removed her robe and hosted her up. Putting his head between her thighs, he slurped at her flowing juices. Olivia’s body involuntarily arched up, making his tongue go in deeper. No more pretending, she cried out, releasing her long-awaited orgasm.

Her body still quivering, Richard leaned her back on the counter and slid his rod inside. It was a tight fit, but it loosened up, allowing her to take in his full girth. He started moving inside her, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

Olivia wrapped her arms around him. She matched him stroke for stroke. He picked her up, still thrusting, and carried her across the room. Once at the bed, he sat down. Olivia took charge, riding him. She braced her hands on his chest, balanced on her toes, and bounced on him.

“That’s feels so good,” he whispered.

Looking deep into his eyes, she smiled while letting out moans. Adjusting her position, she turned around and rode him backwards. His rod curved perfectly inside her. With each thrust, she felt herself slipping over the edge as he stroked her G-spot.

“Oh, baby! I’m about to cum!” she cried.

Richard grabbed the back of her neck, arching her back further. “Cum for me. Let it go.”

“Argh. Here it comes, baby!”

Her vaginal walls tensed up, capturing his rod, and then releasing it. Richard rolled forward and pushed her on flat on the bed. He laid his body on her and pumped her from behind. She squeezed her ass cheeks and vaginal walls, practicing kegel movements.