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“You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever been with,” he confessed softly.
“And when was that?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.
“A long time ago. You’re feisty, Ryleigh, it’s part of the reason why I fell in love with you.”
“No, that’s not true. You said it was love at first sight. So, you had no idea I was feisty.”
“Okay, let me correct that, I fell deeper in love with you because of your feistiness. How’s that?”
“More like the truth,” I conceded with a small smile. “I’m going to change.”
“I guess it’s a good idea,” he replied, his eyes lingering on me.
When Vlad arrived to pick us up this morning, we packed a small carry-on in the back of the limo. Inside, we both stowed shorts and polo shirts to change into for the drive to Southampton.
I unzipped the bag, retrieving a sleeveless t-shirt and white shorts. Oliver pulled out shorts and a polo shirt. As I opened my gray sheath dress, I tried not to look at him, but it was impossible.
Not having physical contact with him for two days was agonizing. I yearned for him desperately. He seemed lost in his thoughts as he undressed. When he bent down to remove his black dress socks, I couldn’t resist stroking the hard muscles of his back.
“You’re asking for trouble,” he warned, his voice low and husky.
“No, Trouble is already at the house. Brenda came and got him this morning,” I replied playfully, a smirk playing on my lips.
“You know what I mean,” he said, his gaze intense as it lingered on my pink bra and thong set.
“I’m not sure I do,” I teased, biting my lip.
In an instant, Oliver had me under him. He dipped his head and bit into my beaded nipple through the pink fabric. I gasped as pleasure surged through me, sending shockwaves to my core.
“Still not sure?” he asked with a smirk.
“Nope, not sure.”
He pushed my bra up, releasing my breasts and suckling my nipples. I wound my hands around his head as he pressed his body to mine, grinding his hips against me.
“I need you,” I murmured.
“You should’ve thought of that before you said you weren’t sure.”
He backed off me, leaving me exposed and wanting. I looked at him incredulously as he finished removing his socks and unfolded his shirt
"You bastard," I hissed, my body trembling with need. "You can't leave me here like this."
Oliver's eyes gleamed with mischief as he replied, "I think I can." A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.
Frustration and desire battled within me. "Fine," I growled. "I'll do it myself."
With defiant determination, I slipped my hand into my panties, finding my slick nub. As I began to rub myself, Oliver's gaze intensified. His passive expression melted away, replaced by raw desire. His eyes glazed over, and he bit his bottom lip hard enough to leave marks.
"It feels so good," I whispered, my voice husky with arousal. That was all it took to break Oliver's resolve.
In an instant, he was upon me, pulling my hand away. His mouth pressed against my cleft, his tongue working through the thin fabric of my panties. I bucked my hips, a moan escaping me as he stroked my clit with expert precision.
I was already teetering on the edge when he pushed my hand away. Within seconds, I was gripping his hair, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Oliver's tongue continued its relentless assault until I went limp, panting heavily.
As he sat up, I watched through half-lidded eyes as he retrieved his folded jacket from the opposite bench seat. He pulled out a condom from an inner pocket.
"Why do you have condoms?" I asked, curiosity cutting through my post-orgasmic haze.
