Page 131 of When He Was Mine

"I’m making a spreadsheet," I said, turning back to the task at hand.

"You’ve become quite the little protégé of mine," he remarked, pride evident in his voice.

"Give me a few more months and I’ll surpass you," I retorted, feeling a surge of confidence.

Oliver snorted. "You think so?"

"My brain is younger than yours. I can absorb more," I quipped, enjoying the banter.

"But I’ve had fifteen years of practice and you’ve had only a year," he pointed out.

"With teachings by a master," I added, unable to resist a playful jab.

"In bed too," he mumbled suggestively.

"Pardon?" I feigned innocence, knowing exactly what he meant.

"Go finish up," he said, brushing off the comment.

I rose from the chair, purposely dropping a pen on the floor as I bent to pick it up, giving Oliver a tantalizing view. "Miss Stewart, you don’t need to entice me with your beautiful derriere. I’ve already offered to relieve your stress," he remarked, unable to resist the temptation.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about," I replied coyly, heading toward the door.

In a flash, Oliver was around his desk, embracing me from behind. His hands cupped my breasts through my blouse, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t deny the desire coursing through me, the anticipation building with every touch.

"Stop it. I have to finish up," I protested weakly, trying to resist the urge pulling me towards him.

He ignored my plea, his hand creeping up my skirt, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Jesus Christ, Oliver, the door is open," I hissed, my heart pounding in my chest.

"No one is here. I bet I can fuck you and no one would see us," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

I strained to listen, hearing the distant hum of the vacuum approaching from the other side of the office. "The cleaning crew is here," I reminded him, trying to inject some reason into the heated moment.

"Then we better hurry up before they get here," he countered, his erection pressing insistently against me, igniting a fierce craving deep within.

I resisted his advances, knowing we couldn't risk being caught in the act. "No," I breathed, trying to steady my racing pulse.

But his touch was relentless, slipping under the lace of my panties, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I surrendered to the sensation, clinging to him as I succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, my body trembling with release.

As I caught my breath, Oliver adjusted my skirt and kissed my neck tenderly. "Finish up and meet me here in three minutes," he instructed, his voice husky with desire.

"Is Vlad bringing the limo?" I asked, eager to escape the tension-filled office.

"He’s already downstairs," Oliver confirmed, a smirk playing on his lips.

I hurried back to my office, saving my work and shutting down my laptop with trembling hands. Rushing back to Oliver's office, I found him donning his suit jacket, his briefcase in hand.

"Can we go now?" I pleaded, my impatience palpable.

Oliver chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's go," he agreed, leading the way to the elevator.

The journey down to the lobby was agonizing, every second feeling like an eternity. Once inside the car, Oliver feigned disinterest, but I could feel the tension crackling between us.

"Oliver?" I whispered, unable to contain my frustration.

He turned to me, his gaze intense. "Yes?" he responded, his voice low and seductive.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I demanded, the desire burning hot between us.

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