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“And a chocolate milkshake,” I added.
“Wow, you really are piling on the chocolate,” Oliver noted, amused.
“I have my period. Just wait until I’m pregnant,” I joked.
“Go shower, I’ll call it in,” he said, laughing.
I went to the bathroom, which was pristine and full of glass and white tiles. The shower stall was as big as a small bedroom, with three shower heads and two large, tiled benches. Complimentary bath products were provided. I turned on the water, examining the shampoo while I waited for it to warm up.
Just as I began lathering my hair, Oliver came in. He came up behind me and cupped my breasts. They were slightly sore from my hormones, but I loved when he rubbed them at this time of the month.
“What about dinner?” I asked huskily.
“Already ordered. It won’t be here for forty-five minutes,” Oliver replied with a sly smile.
“And you thought you would come in here to cause some trouble?” I teased.
“I can’t have you in our bed, so I want you here,” he said, his voice deep with desire.
Oliver helped me rinse the shampoo out of my hair, then pushed my back against the wall, pressing his body against mine as he claimed my mouth. I felt his hardness and reached down to stroke him.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispered, his voice full of urgency.
“Yes,” I murmured, my body already responding to his touch.
Oliver easily lifted me against the wall, positioning his cock at my entrance before letting gravity do the work. I let out a soft moan as he entered me. This was my most sensitive time of the month, and I loved getting fucked. He hammered at me, tucking his head into the crook of my neck. A scream was poised at my throat as he drove me to a quick orgasm.
Once he felt me squeeze him, he sped up his pace until he spilled into me with several grunts of my name. When we finished, he held me in his arms, planting kisses on my neck and face.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.
“Are you just saying that because we just had sex?” I asked, smiling.
“I’ll say it anytime you want,” he replied, his eyes full of genuine affection.
A half-hour later, we were sitting at the rectangular dining table. Oliver's folders and laptop were neatly stacked at one end while we ate at the other. We were both dressed in the complimentary white terry robes provided by the hotel, with "Hotel SW Los Angeles" embroidered in black script over the left breast.
I dipped a French fry in my chocolate shake and stuck it into my mouth. It was a habit I picked up as a child and never grew out of.
“You’re really enjoying that shake, aren’t you?” Oliver asked, amused.
“I am. Let me enjoy all the fat, salt, and sugar I want for the next few days,” I replied, savoring the indulgence.
“I wish you would work out with me,” he said, eyeing my fry-shake combo.
“You said you didn’t want me near Bronson,” I reminded him.
“Not with Bronson. We can work out in my building’s gym. Have you thought about moving in with me?” he asked casually.
“I’m considering it. Sadie has been spending so much time with Finley, I think we should end our lease. No one is there,” I admitted.
“Do you think it’s for real between them?” Oliver asked, sounding genuinely curious.
“Maybe,” I replied thoughtfully.
“You haven’t mentioned Ty for a couple of weeks. How is he?” he inquired, his tone gentle.
“I called him, but he never got back to me. Frankly, I’m afraid of what he has to say about my father’s case,” I confessed, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten.
