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My curiosity piqued. "Which Ryders?"
"All four of them."
I furrowed my brow. "Why? The project is on schedule, and you just talked to them last week."
"We're discussing a collaboration here in New York."
I hesitated, unsure of how to voice my concerns without causing friction. Finally, I settled on a vague response. "You don't need me."
His gaze softened, sensing my unease. "What's your problem with them?"
“You know what my problem is with them. They’re disrespectful and rude. I prefer not to be around them,” I snapped.
He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Don't worry, you're with me. I’ve already spoken to James and Callan. I’m sure their sons will behave this time."
I nodded, grateful for his reassurance, even though the knot of discomfort still lingered in my stomach. "That still doesn't make me comfortable."
"Ryleigh, please just come with me," he said gently, his eyes searching mine for understanding. “If they say anything, I want you to tell me, and we’ll address it immediately. I want you to know that this won’t be the only time you will face this type of behavior I’m sorry to say.”
With a sigh, I relented, knowing that arguing further would only prolong the inevitable. As much as I wanted to avoid the situation, I trusted Oliver's judgment and knew that he had our best interests at heart.
I took a quick shower, relishing the warm water cascading over my skin. As I stepped out, I wrapped myself in a plush white towel, the soft fabric cocooning me in comfort.
Oliver emerged from the shower stall, steam billowing around him. I watched him shave, admiring the way his strong jawline moved with precision. I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as he rid himself of the rugged stubble I had grown fond of.
“What’s your problem?” he asked, catching my gaze in the mirror as he wiped shaving cream from his neck.
I smiled, shaking my head. “I have no problem. I just want to look at my handsome fiancé.”
He rolled his eyes playfully. “Looks get us in trouble. I have a conference call at 8:30 so get a move on.”
“Hmm, all business today?” I teased, letting the towel fall to the floor in a heap as I padded out of the bathroom, naked.
I glanced back over my shoulder, catching the look of surprise on Oliver's face before I disappeared into the closet. I heard his footsteps behind me, then suddenly he was wrapping his arms around me, his naked body pressing against mine.
“Fucking tease,” he growled in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“I’m not teasing you,” I protested, turning to face him. “I was dry and didn’t need my towel.”
He smirked, his hands wandering over my skin. “You said you're sore, but your actions say something else.”
I laughed, pushing him away gently. “And you said you have a meeting this morning. We should get dressed so you’re not late.”
His response was to cup my left breast and latch his mouth onto my ear, licking around the outside. My body began to bloom with heat and my core clenched as he moved his hand toward my cleft.
“I’m sorry Mr. Fox but you’re going to make me late and the boss hates that.”
“The boss wants to screw you,” Oliver murmured, his voice low and teasing.
“That’s sexual harassment,” I retorted, trying to sound firm despite the fluttering excitement in my stomach.
My breath hitched as his finger brushed over my clit, igniting a rush of pleasure that made me tremble.
“Not if you ask me to do it,” he countered, his touch growing more insistent.
“Sexual harassment? I would never ask for that,” I protested weakly, my resolve melting away under his skilled touch.
He intensified his movements, coaxing soft moans from my lips before abruptly pulling away, leaving me achingly needy. Oliver turned to rummage through his drawer, but I seized the opportunity to press myself against him, my hand slipping down to stroke his throbbing cock.
