Chapter 13
The sun was setting as I emerged from our villa, dressed in a short floral sundress with delicate spaghetti straps. Oliver's eyes lit up as he took in my appearance, his own attire a perfect complement - loose gray slacks with rolled ankles and an untucked short-sleeve dress shirt that hinted at his sculpted physique beneath.
He approached me with a bouquet of vibrant red roses, their sweet fragrance mingling with the salty sea air. As he pressed them into my hands, Oliver leaned in, his nose brushing against my cheek as he kissed me softly.
"You always smell so good," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.
I laughed lightly, a faint blush coloring my cheeks. "I just took a shower. I hope I smell good."
Oliver's eyes sparkled as he pulled back, his hands resting on my waist. "It doesn't matter. I love you any way I can have you."
Hand in hand, we made our way down to the beach where an intimate dinner setting awaited us. A round table, draped in a crisp white linen tablecloth that fluttered gently in the breeze, stood between two chairs positioned on opposite sides. Tiki torches encircled us, their flames dancing in the twilight, casting a warm, romantic glow.
Two waiters in pristine white uniforms materialized, attending to our every need with quiet efficiency. Champagne flowed from a bottle nestled in a hammered brass bucket, beads of condensation glistening in the flickering light.
Our meal was a culinary delight - a crisp endive salad followed by perfectly poached salmon accompanied by cold balsamic green beans. Despite the exquisite fare, I found myself eating sparingly, still satiated from our late lunch.
As we toasted each other, the champagne bubbles tickling my nose, Oliver reached into his pocket and produced a small blue velvet box. My heart skipped a beat as he placed it on the table between us.
"What's this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
A smile played at the corners of Oliver's mouth. "It's your birthday present."
I hesitated, remembering the extravagant gift from the day before. "I think the diamonds were enough yesterday."
"That was a wedding gift," Oliver insisted, his eyes twinkling. "This is a birthday gift. Please open it."
Under his intense gaze, illuminated by the flickering torchlight, I carefully opened the box. Inside lay a delicate gold anklet, a small 'R' charm dangling from its center.
"This is beautiful," I breathed, running my finger along the delicate chain.
Oliver's voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down my spine. "I want you wearing that tonight and nothing else when I make love to you."
With trembling fingers, I removed the anklet from its velvet nest. Oliver rose and circled the table, kneeling at my feet to fasten the clasp around my ankle. His touch lingered, sending sparks of electricity through my body.
"It doesn't do you justice," he murmured, rising to his feet and cupping my chin. His kiss was hard and passionate, full of promise for the night ahead.
As we parted, breathless, I whispered, "Are we finished?"
A mysterious smile played on Oliver's lips. "Almost. I have another surprise."
On cue, the waiters reappeared. One cleared away our dishes while the other approached with a small silver platter, its contents hidden beneath a polished lid. He placed it before me with a flourish before retreating silently.
Curiosity piqued, I looked to Oliver. "What's this?"
His eyes never left my face as he instructed, "Lift the top."
Expecting a birthday cake, I was surprised to find an array of colorful macarons nestled on the platter. They were eerily familiar, reminiscent of those from The Diamond Square. My gaze snapped up to meet Oliver's, questions swirling in my mind.
“Are these from…?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“But how did you get them down here?” I asked.
“Vlad carried them in his suitcase. My pastry chef made them special order for you.”
I wide smile broke on my face. “I don’t deserve you. You’re wonderful.
Choked with emotion, I leapt from my chair and raced around the table, throwing myself into Oliver's arms. He caught me effortlessly, pulling me close as I buried my face in his neck, my fingers threading through his hair.
"You're very deserving," Oliver murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "I wanted to make your first birthday as man and wife special, very special."
I pulled back slightly, my eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "You have," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I feel overwhelmed."
Oliver's hands cupped my face, his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks. "You shouldn't," he said softly, his eyes intense. "I plan to make you feel special for the rest of our lives."
A wave of contentment washed over me as I leaned into his touch. "I don't want this night to end," I confessed.
Oliver's eyes lit up. "It won't," he promised. "I have many other things planned."
Curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but ask, "Like what?"
Oliver chuckled, pressing a light kiss to my forehead. "Be patient, my love. Sit and have your dessert. We have to get ready."
"Ready?" I echoed, confusion coloring my tone. "For what?"
"My next surprise," he replied cryptically, guiding me back to my seat.
I shook my head, feeling exhilarated. "You don't need to give me anymore surprises. You've done enough."
Oliver's smile was both tender and determined. "Too late. I already have it planned. Finish up."
As I settled back into my chair, Oliver leaned back, sipping champagne from his flute. His eyes never left me, filled with amusement and adoration as I contemplated which macaron to try first.
I finally selected the French vanilla with cookies and cream filling, closing my eyes in bliss as the flavors exploded on my tongue. Knowing I needed to pace myself, I savored two more – a zesty lemon and a decadent raspberry with chocolate filling.
"Finished?" Oliver asked, his voice laced with anticipation.
I nodded, pushing the platter away reluctantly. "I think so. If these stay here any longer, I'm going to eat myself sick."
Oliver's rich laughter filled the air as he signaled to the nearby blond waiter to clear the table. As soon as we were alone, he stood and offered me his hand, a gesture both gallant and intimate.
We walked hand in hand back towards the house, the cooling sand beneath our feet a stark contrast to the warmth of the evening. Before we reached the deck stairs, Oliver swept me into his arms once more, his expression suddenly serious.
"I sometimes wonder if this is real," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
I couldn't help but smile. "Shouldn't that be my line?"
Oliver's eyes softened as he gazed at me. "Once I met you, you made me think about other things besides business. I thought I would be a bachelor forever."
"Plenty of women wanted you," I reminded him gently.
His grip on me tightened slightly. "But I didn't want them. I had to find you, Ryleigh." A shadow of uncertainty crossed his face. "I wonder what would've happened if I turned down the commencement speech. Would I have met you in the elevator when you went to that horrible job?"
The memory of our first encounter flashed through my mind. "Maybe," I mused. "You did that first week I was there."
As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms with the sound of the ocean in the background, I marveled at the twists of fate that had brought us together. Whatever surprise Oliver had planned next, I knew that our greatest adventure was just beginning.
“Suppose it didn’t happen like that?” he asked.
I snuggled into his warmth. “I should ask you the same thing. Why didn’t you find me?”
He grinned. “Because I’m an arrogant asshole. It turned out that I didn’t have to find you. We found each other.”
“Why didn’t you look for me before then?”
Oliver pressed his nose into the column of my neck, peppering it with kisses. “I had a very tight business negotiation before I saw you again. I didn’t have a chance to hunt for you, but I would’ve had I not seen you that day.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You mean you would’ve stalked me?”
Oliver chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No," he said, his voice warm with amusement. "I would've politely asked you to lunch, and if you said no, I would get down on my knees and beg."
I snorted, playfully nudging his shoulder. "The great Oliver Fox down on his knees? I doubt that."
His expression shifted, a hint of desire darkening his gaze. "You forget, Mrs. Fox," he murmured, pulling me closer, "I've been on my knees for you before."
Heat rushed to my cheeks as memories flooded back. "So, you have," I whispered, my voice husky.
Oliver cleared his throat, his hands sliding down to my waist. "Let's go upstairs to change," he suggested, a hint of urgency in his tone.
"Change for what?"
"You'll see."
As we made our way up the deck stairs, a thought occurred to me. "Where exactly is security? I haven't seen them all day."
Oliver's expression turned reassuring. "They're around. I've asked them to keep back, but they're still watching."
My eyes widened. "Us? I don't want them to watch us."
He shook his head, squeezing my hand. "They're watching the perimeter. Don't worry about them. We're safe, and they're doing their job."
A playful idea struck me. "They won't see us if we want to go skinny dipping?"
Oliver's eyebrows shot up, a mixture of surprise and interest on his face. "You want to go skinny dipping?"
I smiled coyly, enjoying his reaction. "Maybe. What are we doing?"
He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Stop asking so many questions."
"You never tell me what we're doing, so I have to," I countered, pouting slightly.
Oliver's voice softened, but there was an edge of exasperation. "You trust me, so just listen for once in your life."
I grumbled good-naturedly as he led me into the master bedroom. "What am I changing into?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.
"A bathing suit," he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice.
My brow furrowed. "We're swimming?"
"Yes and no. Just do as I ask," Oliver said, his patience clearly wearing thin.
An impish thought crossed my mind. “It's my birthday. Shouldn't I be the one to pick the activity?”
Oliver scrubbed his face, his exasperation evident. "If you keep talking, your birthday will be gone."
Suddenly remembering my neglected phone, I exclaimed, "That reminds me, I haven't checked my phone. I bet my parents called."
I plopped down on the bed, ignoring Oliver's exasperated sigh as I scrolled through the numerous texts from friends and family. As I fired off quick thank-you messages, I could feel Oliver's impatience radiating through the room.
Despite my curiosity about Oliver's surprise, I found myself oddly enjoying this moment of normalcy amidst our extravagant honeymoon. The tension between my desire to know what was coming next and Oliver's determination to keep it a secret only added to the evening's excitement.
Oliver changed into a pair of navy-blue swim trunks by the time I was finished hunting through my suitcase. I found a bright pink bikini that barely covered anything. It was dark out, and we were alone for the most part. No one would see that it barely contained my breasts or posterior.
As I changed into my bikini, I could feel Oliver's intense gaze on me. His eyes darkened with desire, and he ran his tongue along his sensual lips, adjusting the waistband of his trunks with a subtle movement.
"What's your problem?" I asked, a teasing lilt in my voice as I met his smoldering gaze.
Oliver's voice was husky as he replied, "You're making me hot."
I smirked, enjoying the effect I had on him. "Learn to control yourself, Mr. Fox."
He took a step closer, his presence electrifying the air between us. "You're the one making me lose control," he murmured, his fingers ghosting along my bare arm.
I shivered at his touch, fighting to maintain my composure. "I'll keep that in mind," I whispered, reaching back to tie my bikini top.
Oliver's eyes narrowed as he assessed my swimwear. "That doesn't cover you very well," he observed, a mix of appreciation and possessiveness in his tone.
I gave him a coy smile. "I got this smaller so it wouldn't cover me well."
"For me?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave.
Unable to resist teasing him, I quipped, "Duh, no—for Ty."
Oliver's expression immediately darkened, a frown marring his handsome features. "That's not funny," he growled.
I reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his chest. "It is," I insisted softly, "because I have no interest in Ty. I never did."
His jaw clenched. "Still, it's not funny. Would you like me to bring up Lara?"
The tension in the room suddenly thickened. "You want to start an argument?" I challenged, my eyes flashing.
Oliver crossed his arms, exhaling loudly. "No," he conceded after a moment.
Eager to move past the moment of tension, I smiled up at him. "Then take me to whatever you have planned."
In an instant, Oliver closed the distance between us. He cupped the back of my head, pulling me into a searing kiss that left me breathless. His tongue sought mine with urgent passion, and my body immediately responded, desire coursing through my veins.
Unable to resist, I reached down to stroke his burgeoning erection, but Oliver caught my wrist, breaking the kiss with a ragged breath.
"Plenty of time for that," he murmured against my lips, his voice strained with restrained desire.
I pouted playfully. "Why can't we have a quickie now?"
Oliver's low chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "There is no such thing as a quickie between us."
"I guess you're right," I conceded, my body still thrumming with want.
He smirked, confidence radiating from him. "I always am."
I couldn't help but scowl, mumbling under my breath, "Not always."
Oliver shook his head, a mix of exasperation and affection in his eyes as he grabbed my hand. We made our way to the elevator, descending to the patio beneath the house where several golf carts were parked.
As we settled into one of the carts, Oliver turned to me, excitement gleaming in his eyes. "Ready to go?"
I laughed, the sound tinged with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. "I don't know where that is, so I guess I have to say yes."
Oliver revved the engine. "Hold on," he warned, and with that, we sped off into the night, the promise of adventure hanging in the warm, tropical air.
I was quiet as he drove off the patio and onto the sand, driving through a grove of palms and into an area that wasn’t as clear as by the house. Oliver navigated around tropical plants and palms. Up ahead, I could see a lighted area which I remembered to be where the lagoon and small waterfall were.
“We’re going to the lagoon?” I asked excitedly.
“You said you wanted to.”
“What did you do?”
“You’ll see.”
A few minutes later we pulled up to the lagoon. It was surrounded by lit Tiki torches. A small grass hut had been erected and a double wide lounger with a white cushion sat near the water. He grinned widely as I looked at him and placed a kiss on his cheek then slipped onto the sandy ground.
“This is beautiful.”
“You said you wanted to swim here.”
I looked around. “Are we alone?”
He nodded. “Very. I told you that security is around the perimeter.”
“But you can call them?” I asked.
“Yes.”
Oliver leaned over, his muscular arm brushing against me as he opened the glove box. He retrieved a small black walkie-talkie, holding it up for me to see.
"All the agents have a radio," he explained, his voice low and reassuring. "If we need them, they'll be here in minutes."
I nodded, a mixture of relief and excitement coursing through me. I slipped out of the cart, drawn to the water's edge. The sound of gentle waves lapping at the shore filled the air as I dipped my foot in, testing the temperature.
"It’s warm," I breathed, a smile playing on my lips.
Oliver's voice came from behind me, husky with desire. "And perfect for skinny dipping."
I turned to find him already undressing, his swim trunks sliding down his hips with tantalizing slowness. He caught them with a graceful flick of his foot, the firelight from nearby torches dancing across his sculpted muscles. I found myself transfixed, unable to tear my gaze away from his Adonis-like form.
His eyes, dark with passion, locked onto mine. "You want to get undressed, or should I undress you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Heat pooled in my belly as I replied, "Undress me."
Oliver closed the distance between us in two long strides. His fingers deftly untied my bikini top, letting it flutter to the ground. He knelt before me, a reverent expression on his face as he slowly dragged my bottoms down. As I stepped out of them, he surprised me by gently biting one cheek, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine.
"You're good enough to eat," he growled. "Maybe later."
Before I could respond, Oliver scooped me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me into the warm water. This time, his touch was gentle as he lowered me until I could stand on the sandy bottom.
I swam towards a small waterfall nearby, tilting my head back to let the water cascade over my face. Oliver followed, his large hands cupping my breasts underwater. The dual sensation of the pounding water and his touch was intoxicating, and I found myself already teetering on the edge of desire.
Oliver's voice was rough with need as he leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Mrs. Fox, I would love to fuck you right now with your back against the rocks."
I lifted my head, following his gaze to the smooth rocks behind the waterfall. The idea sent a thrill through me. "I'd like that," I breathed.
"I thought you would," he replied, a knowing smirk on his face.
Unable to resist any longer, I reached for him underwater, stroking his hard length. Oliver groaned, pushing my hand away before lifting me in his strong arms. He carried me through the waterfall, the water creating a shimmering curtain around us as he pressed me against the smooth rock face.
With agonizing slowness, Oliver lowered me onto him, our bodies joining as one. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he gripped my ass, supporting my weight.
Oliver's eyes, dark with passion and something deeper, locked onto mine. "I love you, Ryleigh," he breathed, his voice husky with emotion. "Pinch me."
Confusion flickered across my face. "Why?" I asked, my fingers tracing the contours of his shoulders.
He smiled, a mixture of wonder and disbelief in his expression. "I still can't believe this is real," he confessed, his grip on me tightening slightly.
I couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound mingling with the rush of the waterfall around us. "We had this discussion," I reminded him gently. "I think it should be me asking you to pinch me."
Instead of responding with words, I pressed my mouth to his, our tongues tangling in a passionate dance. Oliver's fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, spurring me on as we moved together. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, my sensitive nipples rubbing against his muscular chest.
As the tension built within me, my breath became ragged. I tore my mouth from his, burying my face against his shoulder and sucking on the muscle there, trying to muffle my cries of ecstasy.
"Oh God, Oliver," I whimpered, my voice barely audible over the rushing water. The dam inside me broke, and I came hard, the intensity of it almost painful as it rippled through my core.
Oliver didn't relent, continuing to thrust up into me. His breath came in pants, hot against my ear. "Ryleigh," he murmured, my name a prayer on his lips just before he groaned deeply. I felt the warmth of his release filling me as his body shuddered against mine.
We clung to each other, our bodies still joined, as the aftershocks of our shared passion washed over us. Oliver's cock remained hard inside me, and I knew that if we stayed like this, round two wouldn't be far off.
"Sweetheart, are you all right?" Oliver asked, concern lacing his tone as he brushed a wet strand of hair from my face.
I smiled lazily, feeling utterly sated. "That was incredible," I sighed. "Can we just stay here all night?"
Oliver's chest rumbled with a low chuckle. "As small as you are," he teased, "I'm not quite sure I can hold you all night. I would, however, like to compromise and spend all night with you in bed."
I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in my eye. "We will, when we go to sleep."
His fingers trailed down my spine, sending shivers through me. "That's not what I mean, and you know it," he growled playfully.
I bit my lip, considering. "Maybe half the night," I conceded. "After last night, I'm not sure I have the stamina for an entire night."
Oliver's eyes darkened with renewed desire. "We'll see," he murmured, capturing my lips in another searing kiss that promised a night of passion ahead.
As we lost ourselves in each other once more, the waterfall continued to cascade around us, creating a private oasis where nothing existed but our love and desire for one another.
After we went to bed just before 3 a.m., I stirred, opening my eyes and looking out the wall of windows that faced the ocean. In the moonlight, I could swear I saw a silhouette of someone watching us. I blinked a few times and strained my eyes to see in the dark whoever it was, disappeared.
I didn’t worry. I was safe in my husband’s arms; we had security, and the alarm was on. I snuggled back against Oliver’s chest and went back to sleep. When I woke the next morning, I was still pressed against him. He was softly snoring, and his chin was propped against my head.
“Oliver,” I whispered.
He grumbled and snorted but didn’t fully wake. I pressed my mouth to his neck and began to suck, feeling his cock twitch against my hip.
“Ryleigh, what are you doing?” he groaned.
“Loving you.”
Oliver chuckled, loosening his arms from around me as he shifted and rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. His eyes sparkled, his lips curving into a playful smile.
"Mmm, I like this position," I purred, wiggling my hips against his.
"Any particular reason?" he asked, his voice deep and teasing.
"So I can do this," I replied, slipping my knees on either side of his hips and moving my sex over his erection. Oliver exhaled deeply, grazing his teeth over his bottom lip.
"I’d rather be inside you," he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.
"I have control, so I get to do what I want," I teased, enjoying the power I held in that moment.
He grinned, a challenge in his eyes. "Do you?"
"Right now, I do."
I expected him to roll me underneath him, but he stayed where he was, watching me as his pupils dilated, obscuring the sapphire of his irises. I positioned myself, slowly sliding down onto him until he was fully inside me.
Oliver pulled me onto his chest, his nails lightly tickling my back as he began to move from beneath me. Even in this position, he managed to dominate, guiding our rhythm with subtle but insistent movements. I let him, relishing the control he exerted.
"Oh, Ryleigh," he panted, his voice thick with emotion. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Everything you’ve been doing," I replied breathlessly.
"You’re my love and my forever," he declared, his eyes locking onto mine.
"I hope so," I whispered, feeling the intensity of his words.
"Don’t hope," he said firmly. "It's true. Our relationship will only get stronger, and when we have children, we’ll have an unbreakable bond."
With a growl of determination, he grabbed my hips and began to move faster, our bodies working in perfect harmony. The world blurred around us as we reached the peak together, our cries of pleasure echoing in the room.
As we lay there, catching our breath, I knew I would never tire of waking up this way, wrapped in his love and strength.