Busy streets soon turned into lines of palm trees as the envoy sn.a.k.e.d along the highway which led to Notios Estate.

The sun glowed orange, and the ocean sparkled like glitter dust beneath it. However, no matter how picturesque the view was, to Maxen, nothing compared to the image of her kneeling in between his t.h.i.g.hs.

By the time Olivia freed Maxen''s c.o.c.k from the confines of his underpants, he was already thick and hard.

Wrapping her mouth around his erection, Olivia s.u.c.k.e.d with much eagerness, enough to make her cheeks hollow.

She could feel his pulse against her tongue. On top of that, his p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e-filled sighs thrilled Olivia.

The thought of bringing Maxen to his release sent a buzzing feeling under her skin.

For a split second, their gazes met, and Olivia released his c.o.c.k with a pop. As if hypnotized, Maxen bent ever so slightly and seized Olivia''s face with his hand, planting his lips on hers.

His tongue delved inside her mouth, stroking against her tongue, and Olivia mewled in response.

Their kiss deepened, and with every swirl of his tongue against hers, she felt the same sensation between her legs.

To say her position was uncomfortable was an understatement. Olivia was kneeling in the backseat cabin, and it felt cramped. But she had a show to finish, and the reward at the end was all that mattered to her.

She wanted him to fall and come apart, weakened and spent under her hands the same way he loved doing to her whenever they made love.

Bunching Olivia''s hair with his hand in a ponytail, Maxen tugged it backwards, breaking their kiss.

He wanted to kiss her more, but they were almost near their destination and he didn''t want to step out of the car with a bulging erection under his pants.

So he gently guided her back, feeding her mouth with his length. He felt omnipotent seeing his wife''s mouth stuffed with his c.o.c.k and hearing her tiny choking sounds as she took him deeper until its tip hit the back of her throat.

Air knocked out of Maxen''s lungs. His eyes burned with carnal d.e.s.i.r.e as he watched Olivia''s ruby red lips wrap around the girth of his thickness whilst her hand tightly fisted on his shaft.

"Yes, baby," he breathed out. His c.h.e.s.t heaved and his breathing seemed to shorten with Olivia''s every stroke.

Maxen gritted his teeth as p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e consumed him everytime Olivia''s tongue travelled from the tip of his c.o.c.k down to the base and then back up again at an intermittent pace like waves lapping on the shore. "F.u.c.k. That feels incredible, baby."

Maxen rested his head on the backrest of the coffee-colored leather seat, and his eyes closed as his face tipped up to the ceiling. Veins adorned the length of his neck, a testament that he was on the verge of losing his control.

"Olivia. Olivia. Olivia," Maxen chanted his wife''s name in exaltation when she flattened her tongue against the skin of his c.o.c.k, then swirling it as she reached the bulbous head of his erection.

Maxen''s eyes popped wide-open, and his hand tensed and tightened on her hair. Without a word of notice, his h.i.p.s jerked upwards, f.u.c.k.i.n.g Olivia''s face with his hardened length.

He felt her nails digging on his t.h.i.g.hs at his forceful penetration, but Maxen didn''t stop. He didn''t pause. He wasn''t even sorry.

He looked Olivia straight into the eye, and his eyes, clear as the blue sky, darkened with l.u.s.t and burned with d.e.s.i.r.e as he drank in the image before him.

Olivia Lin, a woman with so much power at the tip of her hands, was on her knees between his spread t.h.i.g.hs.

She was breathing through her nose and a tear pooled in the corners of her eyes as she welcomed with enthusiasm his every rabid thrust.

One. Two. Three more pumps. Olivia gagged yet she took all of Maxen''s thick and throbbing length. Her saliving dripped down the corner of her mouth, soaking her shirt wet as Maxen seesawed his c.o.c.k.

Suddenly, she felt a weight grow heavy between her t.h.i.g.hs, she had to clench it together as though if she wouldn''t, juice would stream down to her knees.

Olivia braced herself. She could feel it. She could feel her body heat at the onslaught of Maxen''s domination of her being.

"Touch yourself, baby," Maxen coaxed. With that, Olivia slipped her hand under her shirt and pinched her pebbled n.i.p.p.l.e.

It felt wrong and dirty. Olivia didn''t want to come just by touching her b.r.e.a.s.t, but she couldn''t deny it.

Jolts of electricity coursed through her vein, pooling in her belly with every pinch and tug of her hardened buds.

Her eyes closed. She rolled her pebbled n.i.p.p.l.e between her fingers, and her t.h.i.g.hs shook as a wave of o.r.g.a.s.m hit her whilst Maxen assaulted her mouth.

Surrendering herself to Maxen as she came down from her high, she finally heard him grunt his release. But what gave her the satisfaction was the sensation of his c.u.m coating her mouth and throat.

Maxen''s Adam''s apple bobbed. He pinched Olivia''s chin, angling it up so he could see her swallow down every single drop of his c.u.m.

With the pad of his thumb, he wiped the white stain on the corner of Olivia''s mouth and smeared it on her lips.

For a second, time stood still as their gazes met. He loved how he could see his reflection in her eyes, and he knew she was seeing herself in his as well.

Dipping in for a kiss, he hooked Olivia''s arm around his neck and pulled her up, perching her on his l.a.p as the car zipped up the hill towards Notios Estate.

It didn''t take long before the car halted to a stop, signaling them they had arrived in their destination.

Peeling themselves from each other''s embrace, Maxen cursed under his breath when Olivia gave him a sweet smile as she zipped his trousers closed.

He hated it, how her eyes gleamed with arrogance, a statement that even when she was the one kneeling, she still held the power over him.

The two alighted the car as if nothing happened in the backseat the entire ride.

Maxen ushered Olivia inside the mansion in silence, walking a step behind her whilst his hand rested at the small of her back.

They were in the middle of the flight of stairs when instead of taking another step, Olivia took a step back, surprising Maxen.

"Fiona''s the host in the Hope Gala," she deadpanned. Her fingers tapped on the sling bag hanging on her shoulder.

"Okay? Is there a problem with that?"

"We''ll see about that."

"Baby, that was a one-time thing."

"I''m not talking about that, but thanks for reminding me." Olivia scrunched her nose, and she let out a huff to release her exasperation.

She had forgotten about that for months, tucking it in a folder hidden in another folder inside the recycle bin in her brain, hoping it wouldn''t see another light of the day.

Thinking about it now, a smile painted her lips. She should be angry, but the image of Maxen''s shaken form that fateful day flashed in her head in high-definition.

As if her smile wasn''t enough, Olivia broke out into a fit of laughter, clutching her belly and shaking her head to erase the portrait in her memory, but ultimately failed, so she laughed some more much to Maxen''s chagrin.

"What''s so funny?" Maxen scratched the skin above his eyebrows. How crazy could his wife get?

One second she was cold as ice, and without blinking she turned warm as summer. This part of Olivia confused the heck out of him although he still loved her all the same.

"Nothiiiing," Olivia snorted, shaking her hand over her face. "I just remembered how funny you looked that day."

"Why? How did I look?" He raised a single brow.

"Like you were about to shit your pants." She grinned.

"What''s so funny about that? Besides, I don''t remember you laughing that day," Maxen deadpanned and turned his back, leaving a giggling Olivia behind his track.

Sometimes he didn''t know if it was a gender thing or cultural difference between him and Olivia, but their type of humor, rarely or perhaps, never matched.

Looking over his shoulders, a corner of Maxen''s lips tipped in a small smile. He was partly thankful that the incident in the elevator with Fiona was a thing of the past, especially now that Olivia could make fun out of it.

Arriving by the second floor, Maxen waited for Olivia to catch up on him, his hands dipped inside his pants pocket.

When she was a step away from him, he pulled his hand out of his pocket and offered it to Olivia.

"Don''t get me wrong, Max. You''re not the problem. She is," she spoke as she accepted his hand with a smile on her face. "She could have denied that it wasn''t her in the photo, but she didn''t. That''s annoying."

Lacing their fingers together, Maxen brought it up to his lips so he could plant a kiss on her knuckles.

He then wrapped Olivia''s hand behind his back and planted her palm on his stomach.

Linked by the h.i.p.s, they walked side by side along the hallway which led to their bedroom.

"Fiona''s an actress, baby. Maybe she just wanted a brighter spotlight on her."

"Fine. Fine. As long as she doesn''t get on my nerves, then I won''t give her the spotlight she was asking for."