Page 109 of When I Was His


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I quickly took it off and put everything back in the drawer. It was a beautiful August day and I went out on the patio to sun myself. I stayed there until the sun dipped in the sky then scrounged around in Oliver’s refrigerator for something to eat. It hadn’t been stocked because he was out of town. I was in the mood for crab salad but there wasn’t any. Instead, I sliced some sharp cheddar cheese and paired it with water crackers I found in the pantry.

The rest of the night I spent naked in Oliver’s bed, watching television and dozing. He never told me what time he would be home and by eleven, I shut out the light and snuggled into Oliver’s pillow.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” I mumbled.

Oliver woke me with his kisses on my bare shoulder. He stroked my hair and pressed his lips against my cheek.

“You smell good,” he said.

“No different than usual.”

“It must be because I’ve been away. Thank you for granting my request.”

I knew he was talking about my nakedness. He got up and I turned over on my back to watch him get undressed. He was wearing a navy-blue suit, white shirt and light pink tie. Oliver disrobed and shoved his boxers down his hips, leaving everything in a heap on the floor before he slipped into bed with me.

His body was warm and hard. I molded myself against him, kissing under his stubbly chin.

“You need a shave.”

“Should I do it now?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t care if your face is full of stubble. It makes you look rugged.”

“Like a cowboy?”

“Or a smuggler.”

I hugged him, slipping my hands around his stomach and pressing my face into his chest as I kneaded his muscles.

He hummed. “I like that. Today was stressful.”

“Did you get your property?” I asked.

Oliver nuzzled my forehead. “Yes. It took some negotiation, but I got it done.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t you have people for that?”

“I do but I prefer to be involved in the mix.”

“Is this it for traveling for a while?” I asked with hope.

I hated it when he was gone for several days. I needed my space but that was usually one night. More than one night made me miss him too much.

“Unfortunately, not. I have a meeting in Los Angeles at the end of September. You could come with me.”

“I could but my new boss might not let me go.”

“Your new boss definitely will let you go. I’d like to make love to you at thirty thousand feet,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

“The mile high club?”

“The six mile high club,” he said with a chuckle.

“That might be fun.”

“You wouldn’t even know you’re in the air.”

“Where are you putting me?”

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