Page 87 of When He Was Mine


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“I’m not too heavy?”

“You’re fine.”

I took a sip of my wine and placed it on the small white porcelain shelf over the tub. I stroked Oliver’s hair with my wet hands, plastering it down on his head.

“There’s not as much for me to pull.”

He chuckled. “We’re you planning on pulling my hair?”

I wiggled my legs around him. “You know what I mean.”

“It will grow back in no time. This is neater. My hair was getting out of hand.”

I began to massage his strong shoulders, running my wet hands over his muscles. “Was it busy today?”

“It was. I was getting pushed around in the stores. I love the holidays but not some of the stuff that goes along with it.”

“We have to pack.”

Oliver ran his fingers over my legs. Despite the warm water, goosebumps peppered my skin. “I know. I hope we can get out before the snow comes in.”

“How much is expected?” I asked.

“A few inches but I prefer to be in the air before it starts.”

“I hope we have time to go to the beach,” I said with anticipation.

“We will and you’re going to love Fox Island.”

“I can’t believe you own an island,” I said excitedly.

“We own an island.”

“Does Jonah know you’re coming?” I asked.

“No. I’d rather surprise him and see what he’s up to.”

I planted kisses on Oliver’s shoulder and stroked my hand down his belly, stopping just above his pubic area. I was tempted to touch him lower, but I kept my hand still, fingering the ridges of his stomach.

“Can I help you with something?” he asked.

I nuzzled his ear. “No. I like touching you.”

“No kidding.”

I moved my hand further and wasn’t surprised to find him partially erect. I stroked Oliver’s shaft with soapy hands, and he softly moaned as he grew to full staff.

“It didn’t take long,” I whispered.

I moved faster, fisting him tightly as I pumped up and down. Oliver bucked his hips, groaning my name. He dug his nails into my thighs then grabbed my hand to stop me, but I persisted until he gave in and released me. I changed speed, pumping slowly. The water rippled as his hips moved in rhythm.

“Come for me, baby,” I whispered.

His body tensed and he grunted loudly as he climaxed. I continued to stroke until he stopped me.

“That was so good, but I prefer to come somewhere else.”

“I think we should get out of the tub. I’m tired. I think I have a bruise on my arm. Some lady in Macy’s elbowed me when I was looking at cookware.”

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