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“You are too,” Oliver insisted.”
He pulled me closer, wrapping his arm around my waist and turning me to face him. He kissed me tenderly on the lips, and I responded by running my hands through his hair, scratching the nape of his neck with my nails.
“Wouldn’t it be fun to make love in this bed of grass?” Oliver whispered, his voice playful.
I pulled away, staring at him incredulously. “Are you out of your mind? People would see two naked bodies rolling around a patch of grass like this. We have our own patio to make love on.”
“But we never do,” Oliver countered, his tone teasing.
“Because we’ll be seen. Did you forget there are two buildings a little higher than ours?” I reminded him.
“Trust me, no one is watching,” Oliver assured me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Uh, huh. Have you ever watched television? Plenty of people are voyeurs in this city.”
“I guess I’ll just have to take you away to some remote place and make love to you in a field.”
Oliver liked to push the envelope sometimes, moving me away from my comfort zone. He was so unlike any man I’d ever been with, but I liked it, I liked having new experiences to a degree.
I quirked an eyebrow. “What is this fit of exhibitionism lately?”
"It’s not exhibitionism. It’s wanting to make love to you all over the place,” Oliver insisted, his eyes warm with affection.
“You’ve made love to me in plenty of places. Te amo mi cielo,” I replied softly, smiling at him.
Oliver grinned. “Why don’t you speak Spanish more? You know I’m fluent.”
“I don’t know. My Spanish is good, it’s my French that sucks,” I admitted with a chuckle.
“But at least you speak other languages. I like that,” Oliver said fondly.
“You speak more,” I pointed out.
“Not fluently, but I can get by,” he replied.
My fiancé was a man of the world, learning to communicate with his counterparts in other countries. I loved that he didn’t assume everyone should speak English to accommodate him.
I checked my watch and sighed. “We should go back. We’ve been out for over an hour.”
“Who’s going to tell the boss? Don’t say it,” Oliver teased.
“Arrogant asshole,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.
“Will you ever stop?” he asked with a playful smirk.
“When you stop being one,” I shot back.
“Maybe you’ll mellow when you have a baby,” Oliver suggested.
“Don’t bet on it. Sadie has been making Finley crazy. Every time Teagan sneezes, she thinks it’s an emergency,” I replied, shaking my head.
“I hope you won’t be that way,” Oliver said, a hint of concern in his voice.
“Time will only tell. I haven’t had any babies to take care of except when I babysat about a hundred years ago,” I chuckled.
“We can get a nanny to help,” Oliver offered.
“I want to do it. My mother would help for a little while, but I want to be hands-on,” I insisted.
