Chapter 8
I’ve been dating Oliver officially for two weeks. I still hate my job and I’ve seriously been considering a position at Fox Asset Corporation. We haven’t slept together yet, and it’s killing me to be so near him without having sex. I’ve spent evenings in his bed and he in mine, but it’s never gone farther than Oliver getting me off with his fingers. He has incredible control and, frankly, some set of blue balls.
We’ll spend the Fourth of July holiday at Oliver’s house in Southampton since Sadie is going away with Dan to Rhode Island. His home is huge, and I wonder why someone who has no family needs a house with seven bedrooms.
My boss gave us a reprieve, letting us leave at 2 p.m. I’m glad because any time I can escape her is a plus. She still treats me like I’m an idiot, and my biggest tasks are filing and entering data.
My plan is to go home, get changed, and take a nap before Oliver arrives with Chinese food for dinner. Since he hates driving in traffic, we won’t leave until 11 p.m. By the time he arrived, looking delicious in khaki shorts and a blue polo shirt, I’m starving.
“I come bearing gifts, and I get no kiss,” he said as he sat down at the table.
I put down the glass I’m washing and kiss him hard on the lips. Oliver pressed his body to mine, running his hand down my back to cup my ass. He caressed my tongue with his own, and my core started to flood. I’m getting sick of changing my wet panties and wiggled out of his grasp.
His expression is one of humor. “What’s the matter?”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get me started. Let’s just eat and relax before we leave.”
Oliver rose from the chair. “Let’s go.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Go where? I thought you didn’t want to leave now.”
“I don’t want to leave right now. I want to make love to you.”
I gasped. “Don’t tease me.”
Oliver took my hand, leading me into my bedroom.
I pulled back on his hand. “No. Seriously? Why now?”
He shook his head. “I can’t win with you. You want sex, and now you don’t?”
I bit my bottom lip. “It’s just that you get me so heated sometimes. Why are we waiting?”
“We’re not. I want to make love to you.”
My stomach twisted with anxiety. This was so unexpected. “Suppose I’m not in the mood?”
He chuckled. “I don’t believe it. I get you off almost every night.”
I crossed my arms. “I want your cock, not your fingers.”
Oliver smirked. He was so fucking smug that I wanted to slap him.
“How about my mouth?”
“Huh?”
He licked his lips for emphasis. “I’m going to use my mouth on you. I know you want me to.”
I was speechless, which for me was rare.
“Oliver, I…”
“Stop giving me a hard time. I want to taste you.”
I just stood there as he came to me, kneeled, and opened my shorts, pulling them down with my panties. I still hadn’t said anything when he backed me to the bed, spread my legs, and got between them. This was the first time my most intimate part had been exposed to Oliver. He bent my knees, pushing my heels against my ass so I was opened wide. I heard him suck in his breath.
“You have such a pretty pussy, pink and wet.”
I was so aroused that I had a feeling the minute he touched me with his tongue, I would explode. Oliver bent down, and instead of going for the kill, he teased me by kissing my inner thighs, belly, and mound. He moved on top of me and kissed me hard, tweaking my budded nipples as he slid off.
“Are you ready for this?”
I groaned. “I’ve been ready for three weeks.”
I closed my eyes and felt his fingers spread me wide before his tongue darted inside me. He lapped at me like I was an ice cream cone and joined in my moans as if he were enjoying a tasty treat. By the time he got to my clit, I was ready to come. He circled my swollen tissue three times, and I was falling apart as my orgasm tore through me while I screamed his name. My body quaked and shook as he sucked and lapped me until I stopped.
Olive moved alongside me, planting kisses on my face and neck. If this is what he could do with his tongue, I would probably pass out when he fucked me. If there was any doubt I was in love with him before, this sealed the deal. I had fallen so deep for him that I would need a ladder to get me out.
“How was that sweetheart?”
I kept my eyes closed when I answered. “I can’t move. I want to go to sleep.”
He pressed a kiss to my neck. “You need to have dinner, and then you can take a nap.”
“I don’t have the energy to get up,” I whispered.
He climbed off the bed and picked up my shorts and panties from the floor.
“Do you need help getting dressed?”
I opened my eyes and grinned at him. “I think I’ll just walk around bottomless.”
“You absolutely will not. Get dressed and I’ll set the table.”
I grumbled as he retreated into the kitchen. I felt weak but I willed myself to get up and dress. When I came out, Oliver had the table set and a small black velvet box sat on my dinner plate. My heart rate doubled. I knew we were moving fast but what was in the box worried me.
“What’s this?”
“A gift. Don’t hurt my feelings by saying no.”
Oliver’s dark blue eyes were shining as he watched me sit down and open the box. Inside was a pair of teardrop diamond earrings. They were beautiful and I bet expensive since the diamonds were at least a carat apiece.
“Thank you. These are gorgeous,” I said as I ran my finger over the stones.
“When we make love, I want you wearing nothing but these.”
“Oh? You’re finally giving in?”
He smirked, revealing his pearly whites. “I have several surprises this weekend.”
I regained my strength and ate a good amount of food. The only problem was that it made me sleepy, and I took a nap on the couch after we cleaned the kitchen. I woke up just before 10:45 p.m. to Oliver stroking my face. I give him a smile as I looked up.
“Almost time to go.”
I’m so ready to spend a quiet weekend with him. Even though it’s a holiday, I’m sure his office will contact him with some headache. I’ve gotten used to the interruptions. Oliver has so many things going on, and was very hands-on in his business. I’ve accepted it because it’s part of him and kept my opinions to myself.
“I want to brush my teeth before we go.”
He nuzzled my cheek with his nose before I headed to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, we were on our way. Vlad is following us, and I wonder if the man ever sleeps.
”Will we be alone for the weekend?” I ventured, a flicker of uncertainty dancing in my eyes.
Oliver”s gaze met mine, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. ”Yes. Why would you think otherwise?”
I swallowed, the nerves fluttering in my stomach. ”Is Vlad staying in the house with us, or will he return to the city?”
Oliver reached for my hand, his touch grounding me in his presence. ”Vlad”s job is to protect me. He”ll be in the guest house if he”s needed.”
My curiosity piqued. ”You have a guest house?”
He nodded, a small smile gracing his features. ”Yes. Three bedrooms.”
”Lucky guests,” I quipped, a hint of mischief in my tone.
Oliver chuckled softly. ”There have been. I don”t often have visitors at my home.”
”Matthew is in Southampton this weekend. Maybe we can meet him for drinks,” I suggested tentatively, the prospect of him meeting my brother adding another layer of excitement to our weekend.
Oliver”s expression softened, his focus unwavering on me. ”If you would like, though I”d prefer us to be alone.”
A surge of warmth filled me at his words. ”I want you to meet my family.”
“I want you to meet my family.”
“There will be plenty of time for introductions. I have no plans to let you go.”
I smiled to myself, fingers tracing the delicate sparkle of the diamond earrings adorning my ears. Anticipation twisted in my stomach, a potent mix of nerves and desire as I replayed Oliver”s earlier touch in my mind. His skillful tongue had left me reeling, a memory I couldn”t shake.
Lost in thought, I watched the expressway lights blur past, casting fleeting shadows across the car”s interior. Despite the light traffic, the journey to Oliver”s home stretched ahead, a silent countdown to the moment I”d been yearning for.
We arrived just shy of 1 a.m., the night heavy with the scent of salt and anticipation. Oliver”s strong arms guided me from the SUV, Vlad trailing behind with our luggage. Exhaustion weighed on me despite the nap I”d stolen earlier, my attention drifting as we approached Oliver”s imposing mansion.
Before I could protest, Oliver scooped me up effortlessly, cradling me against his chest. I nestled into his warmth, clinging to him as we ascended the staircase to his sanctuary. The plush bed welcomed me, its softness a comforting embrace as Oliver tenderly removed my sneakers.
In the hazy blur of sleep, I drifted off quickly, cocooned in the tranquility of Oliver”s presence.
Waking to darkness, the room enveloped in the silvery glow of moonlight, I reached out and found Oliver beside me, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. Fingertips trailed over his bare skin, drawing a soft sigh from him.
”Are you okay?” His voice, a gentle murmur, broke the silence.
”Yes, fine. Sorry, I fell asleep,” I murmured, my words muffled against his chest.
”You were tired. Didn”t you sleep last night?” His concern was palpable.
”Not much. I was excited,” I admitted, shifting slightly.
”You should”ve woken me,” he insisted.
”Oliver, you already get so little sleep. You didn”t need to be up with me,” I protested softly.
”I wanted to,” he countered, his sincerity touching.
Uncomfortable in my shorts, I shifted to remove them, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washing over me.
”What are you doing?” His voice held a hint of surprise.
”Taking off my shorts. Why didn”t you?” I questioned, unsure.
”I didn”t want you to think I was taking advantage,” he confessed, his vulnerability echoing my own.
“You had your mouth on me a few hours ago, and you were worried about taking advantage?”
“That was consensual. I wouldn’t touch you without your say so.”
I giggled. “What about now?”
“Do you want me to touch you now?” he said, his voice thick with seduction.
“I want you to fuck me. I had an arousing dream.”
He chuckled. “Oh? Tell me about it.”
“I’d rather show you.”
“Now I’m intrigued.” His voice was full of mischief.
I slipped from the bed and removed all my clothing. I wanted Oliver.
“Should I show you with your boxers on?”
“You want them off?”
In the moonlight, I saw him staring at me, and when I moved to the bed, he told me to stop.
“Why?”
“You look so beautiful in the moonlight. You’re gorgeous, Ryleigh,” he said.
A hot flush heated my face. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not.”
He pushed the covers off, lifted his hips, and stripped off his boxers. I noticed his cock was sticking straight up, and I smiled.
“That didn’t take long.”
“You have my mind going. Now show me.”
I crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips, moving his penis so that it was flat against his belly. He gasped when I positioned it between the soaked lips of my pussy and began to slide back and forth. My dream had me wet and wanting.
“Oh fuck,” he growled.
“I want you inside.”
“Then stop what you’re doing before you make me come.”
I leaned forward, placing my hands on Oliver’s shoulders. My long mahogany hair brushed his face as I moved back and forth. With each stroke, cock tip hit my clit in just the right way. I wanted to come, and I was reaching the point of no return.
“Stop, Ryleigh,” Oliver panted.
I didn’t, and he moaned, placing his hands on my thighs. He murmured for me to stop again, but I ignored him. I sped up my hips, and he dug his nails into my skin as I started to come. I didn’t stop moving, wanting him to climax. A few seconds later, jets of cum spurted up his stomach and chest as he grunted. I continued to move until we both finished, and then I folded my body onto his. Oliver held me tightly with his arms around my back.
“I thought you wanted me to make love to you,” he whispered.
“You’ve been giving me pleasure for weeks and ask nothing in return. I wanted to give you this.”
“We made a mess.”
“I don’t care.”
His cum was sticky and warm against my belly and chest, but I didn’t care. It was part of Oliver, and I loved him. He held me for a few minutes, planting kisses on my cheek.
“We should shower.”
“I agree.”
He let me go, and I rose off him. The scent of sex was thick in the air as I moved from the bed. Oliver followed, taking my hand to lead me into the bathroom. He flicked the light on, and I squinted. The room was huge and white. The shower stall was the size of a small bedroom with two large white tiled benches and three shower heads.
He reached into the glass enclosure to turn on all three shower heads, and when he turned back, I got a good look at his body. His dick was still semi-erect, glistening in the bright lights with my juices. He had come a lot, and our bodies were coated.
“We never discussed birth control,” he said quietly.
I searched his face for traces of anger, but there were none.
“I take birth control, and you know we’ve both been tested.”
“I just wanted to be sure.”
”I wouldn”t trap you with a baby,” I blurted out, the words tinged with a hint of desperation.
”That was the furthest from my mind. I want children,” Oliver responded, his tone soft but resolute.
My heart skipped a beat. ”That”s not the point. The point is that we barely know each other.”
”Don”t you want children?” he pressed, his gaze searching mine.
I wondered if I answered differently if it would be a game changer in our relationship.
”Yes, but not this soon. I”m only twenty-two,” I confessed, the weight of our conversation settling heavily between us.
“Our children would be beautiful. The water is warm; let’s shower.”
He held the thick glass door open for me, and I stepped into the stall. Oliver lovingly washed me with his hands and vanilla-scented body wash. I let him because I wanted him to touch me. He paid particularly close attention to my breasts, taking each of my nipples in his mouth to suck.
I, in turn, washed him while he watched as my fingers stroked over his body. We spent over twenty minutes in the shower, and by the time he wrapped me in a thick white terry towel, I was ready for sex. I reached for him, stroking his shaft, which was thick with arousal from our shower. Even at thirty-six, he had a low refractory rate, and he got hard quickly.
Oliver pulled the towel from my body and turned me to face the large white granite vanity.
“Spread your legs,” he growled.
I did and his hand slipped between my folds as he inserted a finger inside me.
“You’re soaked.”
He removed his finger just as fast as he stuck it in and replaced it with his cock, pressing his wide head against my opening.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice choked with emotion.
“I’ve been ready for three weeks.”
“Put your hands on the counter.”
I wasn’t fast enough with his request, and he gently bit my shoulder then licked the spot where he sank his teeth. He roughly pulled me back and then thrust into me. It was so much all at once that I gasped loudly.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Oliver said.
“Just give me a few seconds before you move.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed the back of my neck as he waited for me to acclimate to his size. I was sure I would be sore when we woke up later this morning. He pulsed inside me, and I tightened my slick walls against him.
“No fair,” he growled.
I did it again and heard him hiss. “Behave. I’m giving you what you want.”
“You wanted this too, or we wouldn’t be here.”
“Duly noted.”
He was gentle when he started to move his hips until he got into a methodical rhythm. His hand moved his hand to my cleft and began to rub my clit. I didn’t need the extra stimulation because after only a few strokes, I was at the cusp of my second orgasm.
“Oh God, Oliver, you’re going to make me come.”
He thrust harder, and I exploded, squeezing his shaft as I cycled through one of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. He continued to gently rub my clit, and I clawed at his hand so he would stop. My sensitivity was making me shudder with each touch, and my legs were so weak I braced my hands on the counter to hold me up.
“It will go away in a few seconds. You know how good that felt when you came? I want you to do it again.”
“I don’t think I can,” I whined.
“Shh, you can. I know you can.”
I leaned forward on the smooth counter and tried to steady my shaky legs as Oliver continued. He pumped inside me and applied more pressure to my swollen tissue with his finger. Within two minutes, I could feel another orgasm building. I rippled against him as his dick massaged my walls, and he pounded harder into me, pushing my hips against the counter and sandwiching his hand.
“Oliver,” I moaned as I started to come again. This time, he joined me, and I felt a hot spurt after hot spurt of semen deep inside me as he continued to thrust through our orgasms. When we finished, I was numb and weak. Oliver leaned over my back to support me before he pulled out and scooped me into his arms.
He took me back into the shower and sat down on one of the tiled benches while he held me.
“I don’t want to scare you,” he whispered.
“Scare me how?” I mumbled as I rested in his arms with my eyes closed.
“I love you, Ryleigh. I can’t help it, and I don’t want to hold it in anymore.”
“So soon?” I wasn’t surprised because I had been in love with him since the first few days we spent together. I’m glad he said it first.
“You’re who I want.”
“How long, Oliver?” I asked.
I raised my head and opened my eyes to look into his.
“Since graduation. I saw you in line, and this feeling came over me.”
God, it was like a fucking fairytale. He fell in love with me at first sight. I always thought it was so stupid when people talked about that kind of love, but he was proof it could happen. And I had to admit I wasn’t far behind when it came to loving him.
“Suppose I didn’t work in the same building as you? Would you have looked for me?” I asked.
”I had your name, and that’s all I needed,” he declared, my voice edged with determination.
”So you would have stalked me?”
Oliver”s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
”Of course not. I would’ve had Vlad do it,” he replied casually as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I narrowed my eyes. ”That sounds creepy.”
”Tell me you don’t feel the same,” he challenged, daring me to deny the undeniable connection between us.
My gaze softened. ”I don’t yet.”
”I think you’re lying. I know when a woman is in love with me,” he countered, his confidence unwavering.
”I thought you said you didn’t have girlfriends?” My tone was laced with skepticism.
”I don’t, but that doesn’t mean women don’t fall in love with me,” he shrugged.
”That sounds pretty arrogant,” I remarked, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips.
”It’s true. I can’t help if women fall in love with what they see in front of them. It’s not real because they don’t know me. You know me,” he admitted, a flicker of vulnerability beneath his confident exterior.
”I do know you and love you,” I confessed.
A smirk tugged at Oliver’s lips. ”See, I knew it.”
“Ass.”
I eased off him, feeling a twinge of reluctance as he rose to turn on the shower. The warm water cascaded over us once again, cleansing away the remnants of our passion. Side by side, we lathered and rinsed, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around us like a comforting embrace.
As we stepped out, Oliver took the towel, his touch gentle as he dried my body, each stroke igniting a trail of warmth. Returning to bed, we cocooned ourselves in the sheets just as dawn”s soft light filtered through the window, painting the room in hues of gold.
Hours slipped by unnoticed as we slept, lost in the tranquility of each other”s arms. When the sun reached its zenith, its rays streaming through the French doors with unrelenting intensity, I buried my face into the pillow, seeking refuge from its brightness.
A gentle kiss on my forehead stirred me from my drowsiness, and I turned to meet Oliver”s gaze, his eyes soft with affection. At that moment, bathed in the warmth of the morning sun and the tenderness of his touch, I knew that this was where I belonged.
“I love you,” he murmured.
“I know,” I know, I mumbled.
Oliver snorted. “Now who’s being arrogant?”
I elbowed his ribs. “Hey, I said I loved you. Give me a break.”
“I said it first.”
“You win.”
I circled the tip of my tongue over his nipple and heard him suck in his breath.
“Don’t do that because right now I’m ready for round two.”
I kissed his neck, running my tongue down the thick column of muscle. “Don’t you mean round three?”
“Whatever. Don’t tease.”
I gently sank my teeth into his nipple this time, sawing my teeth over it. Oliver sprang up and was on top of me with his erection trapped in between us.
“You want to play?” he growled.
I leveled my gaze at him. “I want you to fuck me, if that’s what you mean.”
“Oh, I definitely will, but you’ll have to wait for it.”
“This place is magnificent,” I said as I gazed out to the ocean view beyond the pool. Oliver had taken his time with me this morning, deliberate in his actions as he made love to me. I was soaked and begging for him to fuck me when he finally did. We made it out to the pool just before noon.
I lounged back on the cushioned lounger, the sun kissing my skin, as I surveyed the sprawling estate around me. Dressed in a silver bikini that left little to the imagination, I felt a surge of confidence wash over me. Oliver, sporting nothing but a pair of sleek black swim trunks, reclined beside me, the epitome of casual elegance.
Despite the opulence surrounding us, I couldn”t help but feel a pang of curiosity about the rest of Oliver”s home. From what little I had seen; it was clear that luxury was the name of the game.
The kitchen alone could rival that of a five-star restaurant, with its gleaming stainless steel appliances, pristine white cabinets, and an island of white granite that practically begged to be danced upon. It seemed Oliver had a penchant for white, evident even in the modern contemporary living room with its panoramic views of the rolling green lawn and ocean beyond.
As I soaked in the sights, Oliver rose from his lounger with easy grace, tossing his sunglasses aside before striding purposefully toward the pool. With a practiced ease, he bounced lightly on the diving board before executing a flawless swan dive, slicing through the water with effortless grace. My eyes followed him as he swam leisurely laps, each stroke a testament to his strength and athleticism.
When he finally emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his sculpted physique, I found myself captivated by the sight. His sandy hair tousled, and his skin glistened in the sunlight, he was a vision of raw masculinity. A primal desire stirred within me, an urge to reach out and pull him close, to taste the salt of his skin and lose myself in the heat of the moment.
”See something you like?” Oliver”s playful voice cut through the air.
I shook my head, a smirk playing on my lips. ”No.”
His brow furrowed in mock offense. ”You don’t?”
A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. ”I see something I love. You’re beautiful, Oliver.”
”You”re the one that”s beautiful. Swim with me,” he suggested, extending his hand towards me.
”I want to work on my tan,” I protested, settling back onto the lounger.
But Oliver had other plans. Before I could react, he scooped me up effortlessly, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I pounded on his back as he strode purposefully towards the edge of the pool.
”NO! Don’t you dare,” I warned, my voice tinged with laughter and alarm.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Oliver leaned forward and plunged into the pool, taking me with him. I resurfaced with a sputter, splashing him playfully despite the distance between us.
”I can’t believe you just did that,” I exclaimed, a mixture of amusement and indignation in my tone.
”You’re sexy when you’re angry. I should do it more often,” Oliver teased.
”Upset me?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow.
”Yes. I love the look on your face,” he admitted.
”You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry,” I warned, though the threat lacked any real conviction.
”I would, because we have makeup sex to look forward to,” he countered, his voice husky with desire.
”You don’t need to make me angry to have sex,” I murmured, swimming towards him and pressing my body against his, my hand trailing teasingly to his crotch. I leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, my fingers dancing over his growing arousal.
”You”re making me hard,” Oliver groaned, his desire evident in his voice.
“Get used to it because I plan to do that a lot.”
We were interrupted when Vlad came across the lawn from the large guest house on the other side of the property. Oliver let me go to swim to the stairs. This was the first time I’d seen Vlad in casual attire. He was wearing a red polo shirt and gray slacks. I couldn’t hear their conversation, but it seemed serious. Oliver nodded, and Vlad went back toward the guest house.
”Everything all right?” I inquired, concern lacing my tone as I watched Oliver retreat to make a call.
”Yes, fine. I have to make a call,” he replied briskly, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
”We were interrupted,” I pointed out, a hint of disappointment coloring my voice.
”I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you after I get off the phone. We should make a decision on lunch,” Oliver deflected, his tone apologetic yet distracted.
”I guess,” I murmured, unable to shake off the feeling of being brushed aside.
”Ryleigh, don’t be upset. You know this is my business,” Oliver reassured me, his words tinged with genuine concern.
”It’s a holiday weekend. I thought they would leave you alone,” I countered, my frustration bubbling to the surface.
”It’s never a holiday for me. I’ll try to limit my time away from you,” Oliver promised, though his tone lacked conviction.
With a sigh, he grabbed a towel and disappeared inside to make his call. Left alone by the pool, I swam to the stairs and emerged from the water, feeling a chill as the cool air conditioning hit my damp skin.
As I dried myself off, I couldn”t shake the sense of unease that lingered in the air. Oliver”s absence gnawed at me, and I couldn”t resist the urge to tease him. With a mischievous grin, I untied the bottom of my bikini top, flashing him a playful glance as I did so. His reaction was fleeting, his gaze flickering away, but I knew I had succeeded in distracting him, if only for a moment.
Tying my top back in place, I glanced around but found Oliver gone. With a shrug, I dried myself off and headed inside, the enticing aroma of food drawing me to the kitchen. The sight of the fully stocked refrigerator lifted my spirits, and I quickly set about fixing myself a meal, hungry after our earlier exertions.
His huge refrigerator was stocked with everything. I hunted around until I found some grapes and a container of crab salad. I loved crab and opened the container then hunted for a fork. By the time Oliver came back, I was enjoying my lunch.
”Eating without me?” Oliver”s voice, rich with amusement, interrupted my meal.
”We haven’t had anything since dinner last night,” I defended, fork poised mid-air.
”I did,” he countered with a playful smirk.
”When?” I challenged, curiosity piqued.
”I feasted on you this morning,” he replied, his tone low and suggestive.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as Oliver brushed my wet hair away from my neck, planting a trail of soft kisses along my skin. My body responded eagerly to his touch, a familiar heat building within me. Oliver had a way of igniting a fire that I couldn”t resist.
”Was I filling?” I teased, though the truth was far from a joke.
”More than filling. I’d like another meal of you later,” he murmured, his words sending a delicious thrill through me.
”I’ll see what I can do,” I replied, unable to hide the anticipation in my voice.
He leaned forward as I lifted a forkful of crab to my lips, and I held it out for him to take, relishing the intimacy of the gesture.
”How did your refrigerator get stocked?” I asked, changing the subject.
”Henri. He always takes care of my more personal errands,” Oliver explained, his gaze never leaving mine.
”Did he buy me the earrings?” I questioned, a hint of curiosity in my tone.
”No. That was all me. I don’t need my assistants to find gifts for you,” he replied, sincerity shining in his eyes.
”I love them. Thank you so much,” I said, genuine gratitude coloring my words.
”I want to give you more, so much more,” Oliver confessed, his voice soft with emotion.
”You said you had surprises for me,” I reminded him, anticipation bubbling within me.
”One of them was sex. Surprise,” Oliver quipped, a mischievous glint in his eye.
”What else do you have planned?” I pressed, curiosity lacing my voice.
”I thought you wanted to stay here alone all weekend?” Oliver countered, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.
”I do, but if you keep getting interrupted by phone calls…” I trailed off, a note of frustration creeping into my tone.
I didn’t want to start an argument, but I was possessive of Oliver. I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, and constant interruptions took his limited time away from me.
”I told my attorney to put it on hold until Tuesday,” Oliver reassured me, his gaze softening.
”Put what on hold?” I prodded.
”I’m purchasing another business. We’re negotiating right now. It can wait,” he explained, his voice tinged with determination.
”I don’t want to take you away from anything important,” I admitted, a pang of guilt tugging at my heart.
”Right now, you’re the most important thing in my life. Nothing else can divert my attention like you can,” Oliver confessed, sincerity shining in his eyes.
Setting aside the crab salad and fork, I wrapped my arms around him, pressing a kiss to his chest. I reached up to brush his hair off his forehead.
”I like your hair like this,” I murmured, a fond smile gracing my lips.
”I don’t. I can’t work with my hair in my eyes,” he grumbled, though a hint of amusement danced in his eyes.
”It makes you look young,” I teased gently.
”Excuse me, I am young. Thirty-six is hardly old,” Oliver retorted, a playful glint in his eye.
”To me, it is,” I admitted with a smirk.
”Would you like to see how old I am? I bet you’ll tire before me,” Oliver challenged, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
Before I could respond, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me upstairs, the promise of passion hanging between us like a shimmering veil.