Marcell's POV.
“The door…" Olivia pulled away from my lips, indicating the door behind us.
We had been attached to each other since outside the restaurant. If I were a shy man, I'd feel embarrassed by what we did in the back of my car while Hal sat in the driver's seat driving us to Olivia's apartment. I'd be embarrassed like we were practically making out like horny hormonal teenagers.
Perhaps if I was a better man, I'd be slightly ashamed about hiking up Olivia's dress, slinging her legs around my hips and pressing her against the side of her apartment building just so I could grind myself against her a little bit longer. Fully knowing that in just a short elevator ride, I'd have access to every single part of her.
Hell, if I didn't plan on dragging out every single possible moan
