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"This is very stressful," I admitted, my voice cracking slightly.
Oliver checked his watch, then glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just after 4 p.m., and I knew he had a conference call at 5. I had planned to stay until he was done, but the confrontation with Tim had left me rattled and unable to calm down.
"I can hold the conference call from home," Oliver said, his decision seemingly made. "We can leave together."
I blinked, surprised. "Are you sure?"
He stood, already gathering his things. "I can do anything from home, you know that."
A smile tugged at my lips. "Yes, you can. Many things."
Oliver's eyes darkened, a familiar heat in his gaze. "Are you in the mood, Mrs. Fox?"
I bit my lip, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "Maybe I am."
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rumble. "Why don't we do this. I'll take my call, and we can have a nice bath together, then order pizza and snuggle in bed."
"Just snuggle?" I teased, my heart racing.
Oliver's grin was wolfish. "The choice is yours. I'm putty in your hands."
I stood, pressing myself against him. My fingers trailed down his chest as I whispered, "As I remember correctly, you're anything but putty."
Oliver's sharp intake of breath was all the response I needed. He grabbed his coat, and we hurried out of the office, the promise of the evening ahead making us both forget, at least for now, the stresses of the day.
“Oh yes, yes, make me come.” I was hanging onto Oliver’s hand for dear life as he rubbed between my legs. We had slipped into the lavender scented bath water a few minutes ago and he was getting me primed for the main event, not that I needed it.
“Give it to me Ryleigh. Come.”
I came on his command, spiraling up and then down a few seconds later. Oliver continued to rub me, barely applying pressure. I was sensitive and tried to pull his hand away.
“It hurts,” I whined.
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Shh, it won’t in a few seconds.”
“I don’t want your fingers,” I whispered.
“I know what you want but let me do it my way.”
I let his wrist go and he latched on to my shoulder with his lips and swirled his tongue against my skin. Just this small gesture had my belly tightening with want. Since Christmas, my sexual appetite had ramped up with my hormonal shift. I wanted Oliver all the time. I hated to admit it, but I got myself off in my personal bathroom at the office.
I couldn’t take the throbbing between my legs any longer and I knew Oliver was busy. However, I had a feeling if I came into his office with a request, he would have moved his schedule around to accommodate me. I was once again deeply in love with my husband. More than likely, I let my anger cloud how I really felt. He was my soulmate and my forever love.
“I think I’d like to take you to bed,” Oliver said.
“Why not here,” I gasped as he applied more pressure to my engorged tissue.
“Because we have more room and I’d like to do a few things this tub does not allow.”
“This tub is as big as a small swimming pool,” I stated.
“Stop being difficult.”
My belly clenched as I grew closer to my second orgasm. I once again latched my hand around Oliver’s wrist in a claw like grip as got ready to come. He gently rubbed me, coaxing it out of me until I completed. After I finished, he slipped out of the tub leaving me to lean against the smooth porcelain as I caught my breath.
Once he was dry and wrapped a towel around his waist which did nothing to hide his erection, he helped me out. He dried me before he led me to the bedroom after he discarded his towel on the vanity. Oliver’s penis was just as hard as it had been a few minutes ago.
“I wish I could carry you,” Oliver sighed, looking at me with a mix of longing and determination.
