Olivia's POV
I looked out the window as the New York skyline sparkled beneath us, the city lights twinkling like diamonds in the early morning hours. My thighs still trembled from our earlier activities, and Christopher's hand rested possessively on my knee.
"Welcome to New York." He squeezed my thigh. "It's about 4 AM."
"I need coffee." I stretched, feeling deliciously sore. "And maybe an ice pack."
"Did I wear you out already?"
"You wish." I stuck my tongue out at him. "I'm just getting started."
The jet touched down smoothly at a private airstrip. A sleek black car awaited us on the tarmac, the driver loading our bags.
"The Plaza?" I guessed as we slid into the backseat.
"I have standards. I own the penthouse suite at The Wallace Grand."
"Of course you do. Let me guess - you probably own the whole floor?"
"Actually, I own the entire building."
"Wait, what?" I blinked at him. "The whole building?"
"The Wallace Grand. Notice the name?"