Chapter 30
“Should we stop and say hello to my parents?” I asked.
We were on our way to our new lake house. Oliver had checked and rechecked to make sure everything was in place as far as security. Our home was gated with a black iron fence that surrounded our property.
The only way in or out without having to scale the nine-foot fence would be to come by water. It would also be impossible without detection since cameras faced our beach and dock. I had been to Lake Oscawana many times when I was a child. I had friends who lived in Putnam Valley who invited me to swim.
"On the way back or maybe they can join us for lunch," I suggested, my mind already racing with possibilities.
Oliver nodded thoughtfully, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. "I think we can arrange that," he mused, "though they might be upset we didn't tell them about our new home."
A slight smile played on my lips. "I doubt it will be an issue," I countered. "Just offer them use of the house in Southampton."
Oliver's eyebrows rose, a hint of amusement in his voice. "They don't need to be offered. All they have to do is ask."
In one fluid motion, Oliver pulled me onto his lap, his strong arms encircling my waist. His palm cupped my breast, the heat of his touch sending a shiver down my spine.
I leaned into him, my voice low and teasing. "Oh, does this mean I have to pay you for the new gift you got me?"
Oliver's chuckle rumbled through his chest. "No payment necessary," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "I just love my wife and I want to have her as close to me as possible."
I shifted slightly, acutely aware of the growing sexual tension between us. "It seems like you want me on your lap for other reasons," I breathed, my fingers trailing along his jawline.
Oliver's eyes darkened with desire, his grip on me tightening ever so slightly. The air around us seemed to crackle with electricity, the outside world fading away until it was just the two of us, lost in each other's gaze.
I was referring to the erection I felt pressing against my ass. I swiveled myself on his lap, so I was straddling him. He grinned as I rubbed my pubic bone against his bulge.
Oliver gasped. “Jesus Christ, Ryleigh, you really know how to get a guy going.”
“I didn’t need to get you going. You did that all by yourself,” I said huskily. “We haven’t had sex in three days and I’m dying here.”
He planted a kiss on my neck. “Sweetheart, I told you we can have sex anytime.”
“I feel gross when I have my period,” I whined.
“I appreciated the blowjobs the past few days, but it was unnecessary. I could wait though it’s not easy with you around all the time.”
"I wasn’t around all the time. You went to work, and I sat home with Brenda," I said, frustration tinging my voice.
Oliver sighed, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the steering wheel. "You’re welcome to come to the office. I want you there."
"I’m not sure I’m ready," I admitted, biting my lip.
He glanced at me, concern and determination in his eyes. "Sweetheart, what are you afraid of?"
"That people will talk. They know we separated."
"Personally, I don’t give a shit. I don’t answer to my staff."
I snorted. "Easy for you to say. You’re the boss."
"And you’re the boss’s wife," he said, his voice firm. "Do you want to talk about work, or do you want me to make you come?" he whispered in my ear.
I felt a shiver of anticipation. "I choose choice two."
Oliver’s hand slipped between us, finding my cleft through the thin fabric of my dress. I was already wet from thinking about him all day. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through me. If he hadn’t left for the office this morning, I would have made love to him until Vlad came to pick us up.
His fingers stroked me through my white lace thong, hitting the right spot on the first try. Shivers and tingles coursed through me as he brought me closer to orgasm. I dug my nails into his strong shoulders, clinging to the cloth of his polo shirt as I closed my eyes.
"Give it to me, Mrs. Fox," he murmured, his voice low and demanding.
I gripped him harder, throwing my head back and moaning his name as he made me come. My body was on fire, and one orgasm was not enough. As soon as I regained my composure, I clawed at Oliver’s shorts to release him. I needed him inside me as soon as possible.
"Easy, sweetheart," he said as I grazed his erection with my nails.
"I’m sorry. I need you."
"No condom?" he asked.
I clenched my teeth. "Fuck me."
"You’re on top, so I think you’re the one fucking me."
Oliver leaned back against the seat, stretching his arms out and waiting for me to mount him. He stared at me intently, the tip of his tongue sliding along his thick bottom lip. I rose up on my knees, positioning him at my opening, pulling my panties to the side before sinking down onto him. He gasped as I flexed against him.
"Don’t, unless you want me to come quickly."
"Shush."
I leaned toward him, grasping his shoulders as I slowly rode him. He felt so good inside me, slipping frictionless along my walls. As slow as I was going, it didn’t seem to matter. I felt another orgasm building and I stopped, pressing my head against his neck.
"Ryleigh," he groaned, his voice strained. "You’re killing me."
I chuckled softly, nipping at his earlobe. "Good. Now let’s see how long you can last."
His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to move again, slowly increasing the pace. The intensity between us was almost unbearable, every touch, every movement bringing us closer to the edge.
"Faster," he urged, his breath hot against my skin.
I complied, quickening my movements, riding him harder. The pleasure built rapidly, and I felt myself teetering on the brink.
"Oliver," I gasped, my voice breaking. "I’m close."
"Me too, baby," he groaned, his grip on my hips tightening. "Don’t stop."
We moved together, the rhythm frantic and desperate. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, bound together in this moment of pure, unbridled passion.
With a final, shuddering cry, we came together, our bodies trembling with the intensity of our release. I collapsed against him, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating in sync.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
"I love you too," I replied, my heart swelling with the truth of those words.
Oliver slipped out of me just as Vlad’s voice came over the intercom, letting us know we were almost to our home. I sat up, looking at the thick wooded areas that lined the road which was typical of Putnam Valley. It was peaceful and quiet, just what I needed to calm my frayed nerves.
We arrived a few minutes later after I tried to clean myself with napkins that were from the hidden bar. It did little to clean the stickiness from my thighs. I decided to wait until we were in the house. I opened the window as Vlad pulled up to an iron gate with a keypad. He punched in a code and the two doors started to retract.
Vlad pulled up a newly paved driveway. I could smell the tar from the fresh asphalt. The house was large but regardless of what I said, it was what my husband wanted. More was always better, and I assumed he was planning for the future when we would have little ones.
The house was a large light gray colonial with black shutters and a large white porch in the front. Above it was a small white balcony with French doors leading to it.
“Is that the master bedroom?”
Oliver looked out my window as we pulled in front of the large wooden and frosted glass double doors. “No, it’s the upstairs library. The master faces the lake. It also has a balcony big enough for a couple of chairs.”
“That sounds lovely.”
Vlad parked in front and opened the door for us to step out. There was a small lawn that flanked the brick walkway that led up to the porch. Azaleas in shade of pink and white bloomed along the front of the house. Colorful sedum and succulents were planted in a rock garden near the side of the house.
Oliver took my hand to lead me into our home. Two wooden rocking chairs with black and white striped cushions sat on the porch and in the corner was a swing suspended by two chains.
“Perfect. I can’t wait to sit out here at night.”
“You might change your mind when you see the back.”
The lock on the door was a keypad and Oliver punched in a code. I heard it click and he turned the brass door handle. The foyer was open and airy and light wooden floors swept through the rest of the first floor. He showed me the kitchen with gleaming stainless-steel appliances and beige granite. A large fieldstone fireplace was opposite the island with a flat screen television above it.
Oliver took me to the other rooms which consisted of an office with walls of dark wood bookcases and a large mahogany desk, a sitting room off the kitchen, a large den and a media room with an oversized white screen at the front. Upstairs were six bedrooms and seven baths with the master at the end of the hall. Oliver led me down the ivory painted hallway, our shoes slapping against the light hardwood.
He pushed open the bedroom door to reveal a massive space bigger than ours at the penthouse. On one side of the room was an oversized bed with a thick mattress. The bedding was light blue with matching curtains over the wall of three French doors that led out to our own private balcony.
“My color,” I said with a smile.
Oliver grinned with pride. “My dear Ryleigh, I know you. Did I do well?”
“You did better than well. Makes me want to drop to my knees and reward you.”
Oliver groaned. “You want to spend this beautiful day in bed?”
“Maybe later. I like the dresser and armoire,” I said gesturing to the heavy honey colored furniture. The two nightstands were of the same style. The headboard over our bed was padded and royal blue to match the area rug below our feet.
“Let me show you the bathroom.”
I followed him through the white double doors to find a large glass enclosed shower with white tile, an egg-shaped tub big enough for four and a beige granite counter with black striations on which two glass bowl sinks sat upon.
“I love the tub. Will I find lime basil bath beads in the closet?” I asked.
“You will. I’ve included everything you like. I would love to show you the property.”
I walked out of the bathroom and popped open one of the French doors that led to the terrace. Down below I saw Vlad, Brenda and Tino, one of our new agents scanning the property just beyond the large rectangular inground pool. The lake was just down a wide expanse of green lawn. I could see the small yellow sand beach and dock that jutted out into the dark lake. A medium sized gray shed stood near the property line of our neighbor.
“This is incredible. What’s in the shed?” I asked, looking around our new lake house with excitement.
“Boats,” Oliver replied with a grin.
I quirked an eyebrow. “Boats? What kind?”
“A couple of kayaks and paddleboards.”
“Paddleboats? Like the kind you ride with pedals?” I asked, picturing the small, pedal-operated boats.
Oliver laughed. “Those are pedal boats. These are like surfboards.”
“Oh, I know what you mean now. Did they come with the house?”
“No, I purchased them a few days ago. We’re fully stocked for fun. Would you like to see the lake?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.
“I think I’d like a quick shower first. Care to join me?” I suggested, raising an eyebrow.
“You know if I do, we won’t be going to the lake until tomorrow,” Oliver teased, his voice low and playful.
“Why do you always put sex on me? I’m not the one that starts it all the time,” I said, feigning innocence.
“You’re a little minx. You like to tease me into submission.”
I snorted. “I tease you into submission? I think you have it backward.”
“Take a shower, Mrs. Fox,” Oliver commanded, lifting our suitcases onto the powder blue padded bench at the end of the bed.
I noticed that Vlad must have brought them in while we were touring the downstairs. Oliver unzipped his suitcase and removed a pair of green swim trunks. I stripped out of my pink sundress and removed my panties and bra, feeling his eyes on me from the corner of his eye as I padded into the bathroom naked.
The warm water cascaded over my skin, washing away the weariness from our trip. Moments later, I felt Oliver’s presence behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his body against mine.
“You couldn't resist, could you?” I murmured, leaning back into his embrace.
“Not when my wife is this irresistible,” he whispered, his lips grazing my ear.
His hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire within me. I turned to face him; our bodies pressed together under the stream of water.
“I thought you said we wouldn’t see the lake until tomorrow if you joined me,” I teased, kissing his neck.
“Plans change,” he replied, capturing my lips in a deep kiss.
We lost ourselves in each other, the outside world forgotten. The water continued to pour over us, a soothing backdrop to our shared passion. When we finally emerged from the shower, the sun had begun to set, casting a golden glow through the bathroom window.
Oliver handed me a towel, his eyes never leaving mine. “Ready to see the lake?”