Page 51 of When I Was His

“I had a turkey sandwich. It was nothing like the one I had in your office.”

He pursed his lips. “Too bad. I would like to take you out to dinner.”

“Have you eaten?”

“No. I was hoping you would have dinner with me.”

“I could make you something. What would you like?” I offered.

“If I told you what I wanted to eat, I would break my vow.”

I groaned. “Dammit, Oliver, stop it!” I yelled.

“I’ll take a sandwich and some water.”

“I have turkey and ham.”

“Both.”

I got up from the couch and went to the kitchen, taking out everything I needed to make a sandwich for Oliver. He picked up one of the magazines from the table and paged through it.

“You read this crap?”

I shrugged. “It’s Sadie’s. I’m not really interested. Why are you?”

“I just wanted to see if I was in here.”

“My, you are conceited. I’m sure you’re not the only eligible bachelor on the East Coast.”

“I don’t want to be eligible.”

I knew what he meant by his statement. He hoped we would start dating and he would be off the market. I wanted that, too.

“Stop, stop,” I panted.

Once again, we were bordering on sex. After Oliver ate his meal, we started to kiss, and I ended up underneath him. He teased me with his mouth, sucking my earlobes and nibbling on my neck. His large erection was pressed against my cleft, and with each shift of his hips, I was almost sure I would orgasm.

He sat up, sweeping his hand over my taut nipples as he backed away, adjusting his shaft in his khaki shorts.

“I should go home before we do something we shouldn’t.”

“I want to,” I said quietly.

He sighed. “We’re not ready.”

“When? Because I can’t take much more of this. Throw me a bone here.”

Oliver’s face clouded. “That’s not the right choice of words.”

“I’d like your bone, but you won’t oblige.”

“That’s a crude thing to say.”

“Does that bother you? I can be a bit brash at times,” I admitted.

He smirked. “I hope that brashness transfers into bed.”

“Do you want to find out?” I challenged.

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