with sleek lines and expansive windows that seemed to stretch on forever. The grounds were immaculately manicured, with lush greenery and vibrant flowers that a

rior of the house was ablaze with lights, making it seem like a beacon of warmth and hospitality

above a whisper. She felt a sense of trepidation mixe

voice low and smooth. He stepped out of the car, offering Olivia his hand. S

l alone?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. She felt a pang of surprise, wonder

his voice neutral. But Olivia detected a hint of sadness i

ailed behind Crowley, She couldn't help but admire the lavish decor of the mansion. As they en

d to wander, picturing what it would be like to be with this stranger, whom she doesn't even know his name-- his lips gently grazing hers, his h

e could see right through her, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. She felt

aling a spacious living room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtak

yes never leaving hers. Olivia felt a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement, her heart pounding in

ent living room. "Wow, this place is amazing,

sement, but he didn't respond. Instead, he

taking in the opulent

tarted brewing a fresh pot like a pro. Olivia couldn't help but

elf wanting the touch of a man, and specifically, Crowley's hands on her. The a

"You have something right here," he said, his voice low

ainst her skin. And then, without warning, Crowley's li

k a sip, feeling the rich flavors dance on her tongue. She stood there, sipp

r, and Olivia raised an eyebrow.

ly foul pickle. "Bitter isn't a flavor, it's a punishmen

Crowley's preferences. She took another sip of her

st. A flutter of excitement surged in her chest, making her heart race. Their eyes locked for a bri

elf wanting the touch of a man, and specifically, Crowley's hands on her. The a

"You have something right here," he said, his voice low

ainst her skin. And then, without warning, Crowley's li

agined his strong hands exploring her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her skin.

her neck, his breath hot against her skin. She imagined the feel of

the sound of Crowley's voice, low and husky, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Sh

grew more frenzied, her desire for Cro

o become reality. His fingers danced across her skin, sending shivers down her sp

e kissed her with increasing urgency. His hands were everywhere, pulling off he

erate to feel his skin against hers. Their lips were still locked to

hreshold as if she weighed nothing. He laid her down on the b

sending shivers down her spine. His hands cupped her breasts,

wley's touch ignited her. She felt the room sp

eking more of Crowley's touch. She was aware of nothing except the feel of his

**

t to the outside world. Laughter mingled with ki

sting golden hues on rumpled sheets and discarded clothes. Olivia

avoid waking him. On the desk, she found a notepad and s

, giving him a final look over