The Big O (An OTT Insta-love STANDALONE) by Nelle L'Amour Page A

know,” I spluttered. “It’s something about that song.” And the way you sang it.
    Keeping one hand on the wheel, he clasped my hand and put it on the stick shift, entwining his long fingers with mine. A melancholy smile formed on his lips.
    “Olive, that was my mother’s favorite song. It embodied the relationship between her and my father. When my father passed away, she played it over and over. She would tell me he was watching over her from heaven.”
    “How did your father die?”
    “A heart attack. He died in his sleep. He was a lot older than my mother, fifty-five to her forty.”
    “I’m sorry,” I said softly as I calculated his parents’ age difference in my head. His father was fifteen years older than his mother. Probably the same difference in age between the two of us. A sudden pang of fear stabbed at my heart. I couldn’t bear to lose this man. Though I’d only known him for day, it felt like an eternity and the love I felt for him was immeasurable. Beyond anything I’d ever known.
    “Owen, I’m scared.”
    “What are you scared of, my Olive?”
    “Of…of losing you.”
    He squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry, my princess. I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours forever.”
    His words comforted me a little. But there was something else weighing on my mind.
    “Owen…”
    Taking his eyes off the road, he glanced at me. “What now, my love?”
    “I’ve been thinking…” My voice trailed off.
    “About what?”
    I gulped a breath. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to have sex in the office or even let it be known there’s something between us. It’ll raise eyebrows and rumors will circulate. I’m especially worried about Mallory. She’s a troublemaker and really seems to have it in for me.”
    Owen furrowed his thick bushy eyebrows and pinched his lips together. He was deep in thought. I kept my eyes on him as we shared a short but tense silence.
    “Fine,” he said at last. “But just know it’s going to be very hard for me to keep my hands off you. If you hear me growling in my office or barking at employees, it’ll be because I can’t have you. I may have to kidnap you at lunch, take you to a deserted lot, and fuck you senseless in the backseat.”
    My body heated at his words. I squirmed in my cushy leather seat from the rush of flutters that clustered between my thighs. Lunch sounded so good.
    A saucy smile curved up his lips. “Don’t worry, my princess, we’ll stop for a bite afterward. I plan to keep you well fed for the rest of your life.”
    I returned the smile as he turned off the freeway. Somehow, the distance from his office to his house seemed longer last night.
    “Is this the exit to your headquarters?” I asked, taking in my surroundings.
    He smiled. “We’re taking a little detour. I want to take you somewhere first.”
    Anticipation coursed through me. Was he already taking me to a deserted lot? I craned my neck and took a quick peek at the backseat. It was definitely big enough for the two of us. The thought of making love with my Donut King on the leather banquette was enough to give me a mental orgasm. My pussy was still vibrating from the earth-shattering pleasure he’d given me this morning. I faced forward again and looked out the window. We were on a busy street that was filled with strip malls. It seemed unlikely that we’d be coming to a vacant lot anytime soon. And then my eyes grew as round as donuts as he pulled into the parking lot of the next strip mall. The familiar sign with the big pink “O” glared in my eyes. We were at a Donut King! Parking in a spot that was marked “Reserved,” Owen hopped out of the SUV and came around to help me out.
    Stepping on my tippy-toes, I flung my arms around his broad shoulders, jumping up and down like a kid in a candy shop. Donut King was my candy shop. I so loved Donut King donuts and couldn’t get my fill of them. I felt the same way about the Donut King himself. I loved him and