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His statement almost sounded like a cry, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong. He hadn’t told me about the phone call he had taken the night before, and I wondered if that had anything to do with his sudden intensity.
“I love you too. Where are we going?” I asked, trying to read the emotions flickering in his eyes.
“Upstate,” he answered, his voice softening.
“Excuse me?”
"Upstate," Oliver announced, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“But we’ll be late getting back to work. Don’t you have a conference call with the Ryders at 2:00 p.m.?” I protested, my brow furrowing.
“Canceled. We’re taking the rest of the day off,” he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Where are we going?” I pressed, curiosity gnawing at me.
“Get changed,” he instructed.
“Changed into what?” I asked, puzzled.
Oliver tugged at his light blue tie, pulling it over his head and then gesturing to the black duffel bag sitting on the bench seat opposite us.
“What are you up to, Mr. Fox?” I queried, suspicion lacing my voice.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a smirk, his eyes dancing with amusement.
He shifted to grab the duffel bag, opening it and handing me a pair of my favorite worn blue jeans, a pale yellow t-shirt, and a forest green cashmere sweater. I watched as he began to strip, neatly folding his clothes and placing them on the seat beside him.
He was wearing my favorite hip-hugging gray boxer shorts, which framed all the delicious parts of Oliver. Heat flooded my cheeks as I stared, unable to tear my eyes away.
“Aren’t you getting dressed? Stop staring,” he teased.
“Shut up. You’re gorgeous, and you know it,” I retorted, feeling a smile tug at my lips.
Just to tease me, he leaned back against the seat and began to check his emails, feigning nonchalance. He knew exactly what he was doing. I pulled my skirt over my head and removed my blouse, sitting there in just a blood-red lace bra and thong set. Oliver pretended he wasn’t affected, but the growing bulge between his legs betrayed him.
“You’re creating problems, Ryleigh,” he said, his voice low and strained.
“You started it,” I shot back, a teasing lilt in my voice.
“And I want to finish it,” he growled.
In a flash, he tossed his phone onto the opposite seat and pulled me underneath him. He hovered above me, his gaze locking onto my hazel eyes. I reached up and traced the slight stubble on his jaw, enjoying the rough texture against my fingertips.
“So, am I your birthday present?” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.
“If you are, it’s my birthday every day,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine.
The intensity in his eyes made my heart race. This spontaneous, passionate side of Oliver always left me breathless.
He shucked off his boxers before he lowered himself onto me, our bodies pressing together, I felt the world outside the limo fade away. Whatever he had planned upstate, I knew it would be unforgettable.
“I want you naked.”
I giggled. “I guess it’s only fair since you are.”
I unclasped my bra and wiggled out of my panties, handing them too him as they dangled from my finger. He put them to his nose and inhaled, closing his eyes before he rolled me under him.
“You always smell so good. I’ll never forget your scent.”
