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“So four hours from the city to sit in a bus?” Oliver mused, his expression reflecting a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
“Yep. What do we do in the meantime?”
Oliver gestured to the chair. “You learn. Sit and I’ll go over a few things with you.”
My head is spinning. Oliver kept me busy all day and I’m exhausted. When Vlad picked us up, I leaned against my fiancé and promptly fell asleep. He woke me when we arrived at his building.
“Time to go upstairs.”
“I’m quite comfortable here.”
“Should I ask Vlad to drive around the city?”
“Like I’m a baby?”
“You are a baby, my baby.”
“I’ll go upstairs. Your bed is much more comfortable than this seat.”
I yawned as I opened my eyes. Oliver held my hand as we walked to the elevator. In the penthouse, he pressed me against the wall of the foyer and gave me a bruising kiss.
“What was that for?”
“It’s from all the sexual tension. Working with you is harder than I thought.”
He moved his hand to my breast, cupping it and pinching my nipple. All the exhaustion I felt slipped away as my arousal took over. We were like two dogs in heat, tearing at each other’s clothing. Oliver lifted me against the wall and lowered me down on his hot shaft. He wasn’t gentle and I didn’t want him to be, fucking me harder than he ever had before.
“Yes, yes, fuck me,” I screamed.
“You like that? I love being inside you,” he panted.
Our union was short as I detonated and my orgasm tore through me. He gave me a few more punishing thrusts before he spilled into me with a loud grunt.
“Jesus Christ, that was good,” he murmured into my ear.
“Yes, it was,” I muttered, boneless and sated.
Oliver carried me to the bedroom, leaving our discarded clothing on the floor of the foyer. We stripped off the rest and took a long hot shower together where we couldn’t stop touching each other. After we dried ourselves, we went to the kitchen to find something to eat.
“I have crab salad,” Oliver said as he peered into the refrigerator.
I rubbed my hands together. “That’s fine. Who exactly does your shopping?”
“The building supplies grocery service.”
He removed the container of crab salad and some cold cuts for sandwiches. If people thought wealthy people always ate filet mignon and caviar, they should see us.
I took silverware from the drawer. “Wow, this place is awesome. Maybe I should move in here.”
Oliver chuckled. “You really are getting spoiled.”
“I have to agree. Maid, grocery, dry cleaning and restaurant service. I would have a field day.”
He pressed a kiss to my temple. “You can have it all if you move in with me.”
I sighed. “Can we discuss it later?”
“If you granted me one wish for my birthday, it would be to have you here all the time.”
