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"I’m not. It’s true. You’re everything I always wanted," he said, pulling me close.

I smiled, feeling a surge of love and gratitude. "And you’re everything I always wanted, too."

Oliver pushed me onto my back, his touch igniting a fire within me. His lips found my neck, and a shiver ran down my spine as he trailed kisses along my skin. In moments like this, I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted to lose myself in the intensity of our passion, to consume every moment with him.

Chapter 17

Working with Oliver was exhausting. Each night, I returned home feeling drained, ready to collapse into bed. We often had dinner in his office while he sifted through reports, the glow of his monitors casting a soft light across the room. Financial news played silently in the background, a constant presence in our evenings.

As I sat with him, I couldn't stifle a yawn. It was nearing 8 p.m., and fatigue weighed heavily on me. The previous night, despite multiple orgasms, sleep had eluded me. It seemed like Oliver was trying to make up for lost time, admitting that he hadn't been with many women over the past year and a half, despite numerous opportunities. If only they knew what they had missed.

"Am I boring you?" Oliver asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm ready to drop. Are you ready to leave?" I replied, longing for the comfort of my own bed.

"I have a couple of things to check, and then we can go," he said, his focus returning to his work.

"I want to pack when we get home," I mentioned, feeling a sense of excitement at the thought of moving in with him.

"I love when you say that," Oliver said, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Home?" I echoed, feeling a flutter of anticipation.

"Yes. I want you to live with me," he confirmed, his voice soft and sincere.

"Soon. I'll talk to Sadie this weekend," I promised, already imagining our life together.

"Is your entire family traveling with us to Southampton?" Oliver asked, shifting the conversation.

"I think so, though I haven't heard from Matthew. He has to find a babysitter for Blackie since I'm unavailable," I explained, thinking of my brother's beloved pet.

"Tell him to bring him," Oliver suggested, surprising me.

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. "You with a dog?"

Oliver furrowed his brow. "Why do you say it like that? I like dogs."

"I know you do, but I didn’t think you would want one running around your house," I admitted, intrigued by this new revelation.

"I had one when I was a boy, a German shepherd," Oliver revealed, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

"What happened to her?" I asked, curious about his childhood pet.

"Like all dogs, she died. Daisy lived until she was twelve," he said, a touch of sadness coloring his words.

"Do you have any pictures?" I inquired, eager to see this side of him.

"Somewhere in my drawer. I’ll show you sometime," he promised, his eyes softening.

I yawned again, feeling the exhaustion wash over me, and absently lifted my skirt to scratch my thigh. Oliver's gaze followed the movement, and I could sense his admiration.

"Don’t even think about it," I warned playfully.

"About what? I can look at your legs," he said innocently, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I have no problem with you looking at my legs, but I’m sure it’s not the only thing you’re thinking about," I teased, feeling a surge of desire.

"Just your sexy legs," he replied, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.

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