AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“What’s this?” I asked, eyeing the card with suspicion.
“It’s for any expenses for the wedding and anything else you want,” he said, pressing the sleek black American Express card into my hand.
I looked at it, running my thumbnail over the raised lettering of my name. “I don’t need this. I can use my own money.”
“Nonsense,” Oliver replied with a dismissive wave. “I won’t have you spending your own money on our wedding.”
“Oliver, it’s our wedding, not just yours,” I insisted, my voice firm.
He leaned closer. “Can you indulge me, please? It’s my birthday. You love to argue with me.”
“It’s healthy to argue,” I countered. “You should worry if I just bend to you.”
Oliver chuckled, shaking his head. “I doubt that will ever happen.”
“More than likely, you’re right,” I conceded, feeling a yawn creeping up on me. “I think I need a nap.”
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.
“A little too much wine and good food,” I admitted.
“Take a nap on the seat. I have a little work to do,” he suggested, patting the seat beside him.
I stretched out on the bench seat and rested my head on his thigh. The gentle motion of the limo combined with Oliver’s occasional strokes through my hair lulled me into a peaceful state. As I drifted off, the rhythm of his typing on his phone provided a comforting background sound.
When we got home, we settled on the patio on the white loungers. It was a beautiful fall afternoon, and I was grateful we didn’t need to go back to the office. The sun’s warmth lingered for a while, but once it disappeared behind the taller buildings, the temperature dropped rapidly. I shivered slightly.
“Want to go inside?” Oliver asked, noticing my discomfort.
“I think so. I don’t like the cold weather,” I admitted, rubbing my arms.
“I could schedule some meetings in warmer places,” he suggested. “Would you like to go to Miami or Los Angeles?”
“That would be lovely but not necessary. Stop spoiling me,” I said, smiling at his thoughtfulness.
“Sweetheart, I went thirty-six years without having someone to spoil. I want to spoil you,” he insisted, his eyes twinkling with sincerity.
“You’re making me lazy,” I teased, though I felt a warmth spread through me at his words.
“I’m sure that’s not true,” he said with a chuckle. He rose from his lounger and offered me his hand, helping me out of mine. A gentle breeze began to blow, further chilling me as we headed inside. Oliver yanked the handle on the heavy slider and pushed me gently inside, his concern evident. I was happy to escape the cold.
Without warning, he scooped me up in his arms, and I wrapped my legs around him, feeling the solid warmth of his body as he cupped my ass.
“What would you like to do for dinner?” he asked, his breath warm against my ear.
“I’m still full from lunch. Besides, it’s your birthday. Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I replied, feeling a playful smile tug at my lips.
“We could just eat the cake,” he suggested, his tone conspiratorial.
I scowled, pretending to be annoyed. “What cake?”
“Ryleigh, you can’t hide anything from me. I know you got me a cake,” he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
“You looked in the refrigerator? It was a surprise. Everything is ruined,” I said, feigning distress.
“No, it’s not. I don’t need presents or surprises from you,” he said, his voice tender and reassuring.
I planted a hard kiss on his lips, my frustration melting away. He set me on the cold white granite counter and buried his hot tongue in my mouth. I skimmed the planes of his back, stroking the strong muscles that rippled beneath his sweater. The intensity of our kiss deepened, the chill of the countertop contrasting with the heat between us.
