Page 110 of When He Was Mine

"I know, but then it wouldn’t have been personal. My time is valuable, but it was well worth seeing the smile on your face," he replied earnestly, his gaze softening.

"I love you," I whispered, feeling a rush of warmth flood my chest.

"I know," he replied confidently, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Arrogant jerk," I teased, unable to hide the affection in my voice.

“There’s the name calling that I love so much.”

I shucked out of my coat and Oliver hung it in the foyer closet. We went to the closet to change, and I so wanted to do something for him. His gesture made me wet. Then again, he always made me wet by just being in his presence. I unzipped my dress, pulling it over my head and standing there in a pair of mauve lace underwear.

Oliver was unaware of my state of nakedness as he removed his suit coat and began working on his tie. I just leaned against the cold granite counter waiting for him to notice me and when he did, his eyebrows raised. My nipples were beaded, and my breasts ached for Oliver’s touch. He just stood there and stared.

"Do you need something?" Oliver's voice cut through the tension that hung heavy in the air.

"Would it surprise you if I said I needed to be fucked?" My words were laced with a mixture of desire and defiance, a challenge thrown into the charged atmosphere.

"With your appetite, not in the least," he replied, his tone tinged with amusement and a hint of longing.

"My appetite? What about yours?" I countered, feeling the heat of frustration rising between us.

"Do you want me to make love to you or do you want to argue?" His words were a low growl, thick with desire.

"Arguing makes for good makeup sex," I teased, a small smile playing at my lips as I watched the desire darken his eyes.

Oliver rolled his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the familiar dance we found ourselves in. He reached down, his hand brushing against the fabric of his slacks as he stroked himself through the material. Without hesitation, I dropped down to my knees in front of him, my fingers deftly working at his zipper.

He gathered my loose hair in his hand, holding it gently as I released him from the confines of his clothing. I inhaled deeply, savoring his scent – a heady mix of clean musk and Oliver – as I tugged at his pants, bringing them down along with his black silk boxers.

He stood before me, his gaze locked on mine as I fisted his thick penis, licking the head with the tip of my tongue. A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips as I took him halfway into my mouth, relishing the taste of him.

Oliver's hips gently rocked back and forth, setting a rhythm as he fucked my mouth with a steady, controlled pace. I eagerly lapped up the precum that flowed from him, savoring every drop.

"Shit, Ry, that feels great. You know just what to do," he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure.

I hollowed my cheeks, applying more pressure as I sucked hard at his shaft, driving him closer to the edge. With a loud moan, he released himself into my mouth, the warmth of his cum filling me as I continued to work him until he finished.

When I finally released him and stood up, he kicked off his remaining clothing and scooped me into his arms, carrying me to our bed. In the soft glow of the blinking lights from the patio tree, Oliver made love to me, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony as the world outside faded away.

"Can these burgers get any better?" I said, taking a hulking bite and savoring the rich flavors.

"I doubt it," Oliver replied with a satisfied smile.

"Thank you for everything," I said, my gratitude spilling over.

"Sweetheart, you don’t need to keep thanking me," he insisted, reaching across the table to touch my hand.

"I took you out of your comfort zone. I feel I do," I replied, squeezing his hand gently.

"I need to get used to celebrating holidays with family," he admitted, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Yes, you do. My family loves you," I assured him, feeling a warm glow of happiness.

"I’m glad," he said, his smile softening.

"If they knew what you did for Finley," I added, feeling a surge of pride.

"I’m not asking for praise. He has a stable business and just needed a hand," Oliver replied, his modesty evident.

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