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“True, but you don’t always stay all day.”
“I just might stay all day if you do,” I teased, arching an eyebrow at him.
“Why? So, you could sexually harass me?” he asked with a grin.
I snorted as Oliver pulled out of me, helping me up gently. He spied my white panties on the floor and swiped them up, bringing them to his nose with a mischievous look. I stood there with my hand out, waiting for him to hand them back. Instead, he stuffed them into the back pocket of his black jeans.
“Are you serious right now? What the hell are you going to do with those?” I asked, incredulous.
“A little memento. I might want to take a whiff of you while we’re at your parents,” he replied, his grin widening.
“You have me. Why would you need my panties?” I questioned, shaking my head.
“Will you join me in the bathroom if I need a sampling?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.
“You’re kidding with this.” I reached around to his back pocket, but he caught me in a tight hug, planting a hard kiss on my mouth.
“I’d like to stay home if you really want to know,” he murmured against my lips.
“We have to go. My parents think there’s something wrong between us, especially since we weren’t at their home for Thanksgiving,” I explained, trying to pull away.
“What do they think is wrong?” Oliver’s tone grew serious, his grip tightening slightly.
“They think we’re having problems.”
“And you told them what?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
“I said no. I said we’re doing fabulous.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Then we have no choice but to go and put on a good show for them.”
“What we’ll be doing is not a show. I truly love you,” I huffed.
“And I love you, Mrs. Fox, but you’re not getting your panties back.”
“Would you like me to also not wear any so you can have free access?” I asked with a smirk.
He gave me a wicked smile. “I would love that, but I’m a gentleman and respectful. I wouldn’t do that in your parent’s home.”
“Bullshit. If you had the chance, you would take me to my childhood bedroom and fuck me until I begged you to stop.”
Oliver groaned, pulling at the crotch of his jeans. “Enough. Go put on some panties and let’s get moving.”
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. You’ll just have to find out later.”
He shook his head, chuckling as he swatted my ass. “You drive me crazy, Ryleigh.”
“And you love it,” I replied, heading toward the bedroom to get ready, leaving him standing there, grinning like a cat with a canary.
The crisp winter air nipped at our faces as we stepped out of the building. Vlad stood waiting by the sleek black limo, his imposing figure a familiar sight I hadn't realized I'd missed. Without thinking, I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around him in a warm embrace.
"Mrs. Fox," Vlad said, his body stiffening in surprise. His deep voice rumbled through his chest, tinged with an accent thicker than I remembered.
I pulled back, searching his face. "How are you?" I asked, genuine concern coloring my tone.
Vlad's expression softened slightly. "I'm doing well, thank you," he replied, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
I released him and slid into the car's plush interior. Oliver followed close behind, carefully maneuvering Trouble's carrier. As Vlad settled into the driver's seat, I caught sight of Brenda sitting beside him. I lowered the mirrored glass partition, offering her a warm smile. She nodded in acknowledgment before turning her attention back to the road ahead.
