Page 23 of When We Were Us

Oliver's lips curled into a smirk. "Because I planned to seduce you on the way to Long Island."

I raised an eyebrow. "Suppose I said no?"

"Then I would have been a very sad Oliver," he admitted, his voice softening. "I want you, Ryleigh. I've been craving you for the past two days."

A mixture of emotions swirled within me. "Then you shouldn't have been such an ass," I retorted. "Apologizing doesn't make you weak, it makes you human."

"Duly noted," Oliver murmured, his eyes never leaving mine as he shoved down his boxers.

I watched, mesmerized, as he unfurled the latex over his shaft. My belly tightened with anticipation.

"Are you just going to sit there," Oliver challenged, "or should I tear your panties off you again?"

Without hesitation, I complied, pushing my panties off my hips and unclasping my bra. As I dropped them to the floor, Oliver held his arms out invitingly. I crawled onto his lap, positioning him at my entrance.

"Slow, sweetheart," he whispered, his hands gently gripping my hips.

As I sank down on him, I glanced through the back window. We had just pulled onto the Long Island Expressway, traffic inching along. The oblivious faces in the car behind us had no idea of the passionate encounter unfolding mere feet away.

I moved slowly, savoring every inch of him. Soft kisses peppered his scruffy face – he had shaved this morning, but a thin layer of stubble had formed throughout the day, tickling my lips.

"I love you, Mr. Fox," I breathed, sucking gently on his earlobe.

Oliver's response was wordless but profound. He removed his hands from my hips, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me flush against his chest.

We rocked together, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization. Despite the air conditioning blasting against the July heat outside, a fine mist of sweat coated our skin. I could feel my orgasm building, an irresistible tension coiling deep within me. Desperately seeking release, I ground my clit against Oliver's root.

"Easy," Oliver gasped, his fingers digging into my hips.

I looked down at him, eyes blazing with desire. "Why?" I challenged, my voice husky. "You know you want to come as much as I do."

Oliver's jaw clenched, fighting for control. "I do, but I want this to last."

Glancing out the window at the sea of brake lights, I smirked. "Did you see the traffic? We have plenty of time for more."

That was all the encouragement Oliver needed. With a low growl, he increased his pace, driving into me with renewed vigor. The change in rhythm pushed us both over the edge, and we came simultaneously, our bodies shuddering against each other as waves of pleasure washed over us.

“That was wonderful,” I muttered as Oliver lifted me off him. I watched as he removed the condom, tied it off and wrapped it in a napkin which he deposited in a hidden garbage in the door. I reclined on the bench seat with my legs crossed, placing my head on Oliver’s thigh. He stroked my hair, running his fingers through it.

"Are you getting dressed?" he asked, a note of amusement in his voice.

I stretched languidly, enjoying the cool leather against my bare skin. "Do I have to? Judging from the road signs, we're in for a long ride."

Oliver groaned, his hand moving to cup my breast. "I guess I'll have to occupy my time with something else," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my nipple.

The moment was interrupted by the shrill ring of Oliver's cell phone. I sat up, watching with amusement as he fished it out of his jacket pocket and answered, all while completely naked. Despite being engrossed in the call, his eyes never left my body, roaming over me with unconcealed appreciation.

When he finished, he tossed the phone aside and pulled me against him. "What was that all about?" I asked, curious.

"Henri had a few questions," Oliver explained, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. "He's my eyes and ears this weekend."

A small frown creased my brow. "Does that mean he might call you with a problem?"

Oliver shook his head. "Possibly, but I asked him this morning not to unless it was urgent."

"You should promote him to my position," I suggested. "He knows more than I do."

A wry smile played on Oliver's lips. "You think I haven't asked? He likes where he is."

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