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Oliver groaned, feeling the world spin as he finally let go and filled her with his seed. She was everything he'd ever wanted and more. He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily and feeling her heartbeat race against his chest.
They lay there for what felt like an eternity, wrapped up in each other's arms, content and sated. But Oliver knew this was just the beginning of something truly beautiful.
Their fates were intertwined now, and he intended to explore every inch of this newfound love together. As they drifted off to sleep, he promised himself that he would make her his forever.
FIFTEEN
LILLIAN
Lillian and Oliver barely slept the night of the trivia game. They barely made it upstairs to his bedroom before they were naked, exploring the hills and valleys of each other’s bodies.
The next morning, Lillian woke with the sun pouring in through the window. She was nude and pushed her ass against his pelvis as she rose from her slumber. His cock hardened immediately.
He growled into her ear, sending shockwaves through her bones.
“Mmm, good morning to you, too,” Oliver grumbled.
He pressed his mouth against her neck and growled again, rumbling over Lillian’s skin and causing her to break into chills. That was all it took before he was inside her again, fucking her in the little spoon position with his hands gripping her tits and flawlessly teasing the pink buds of her nipples.
They both climaxed rather quickly, then melted once more into each other’s touch. Lillian’s mind spun as her body buzzed, high on the endorphins surging through her body.
“Fucking hell,” she muttered, leaning her head against his shoulder.
It was the honeymoon phase. Lillian knew all about that. It was the initial part of a relationship where everything was peachy and altogether magical. When you had sex constantly and lived within a bubble of romance and excitement.
Eventually, real life had to intrude like the insidious creature that it was. It always did, inevitably. That was when Lillian began to lose interest. Or they lost interest in her. When their work lives got in the way or their religion. Hell, even their parents. When that happened, she checked out.
She knew there were practicalities to every relationship. The honeymoon phase faded. But that was also what put her off about long-term relationships, the idea that every roaring fire was meant to die out.
It was what she was thinking about with Oliver that morning. Everything had been sublime, too sublime. The thought of it fading like every other relationship was far too painful to consider. She told herself to ride it out, to not let fear spoil the present moment of sheer bliss.
“Where are you going?” Oliver asked.
Lillian was trying to get up from the bed when Oliver grabbed her by the wrist. She yanked on it playfully, but it was like trying to move a two-ton boulder up a hill.
“Some of us have to work,” she quipped, raising her eyebrows. “I can’t spend my whole day lying around this place naked with you.”
He dramatically pouted, his eyes growing wide like a puppy. God, he was insatiable.
“Well, why the hell not?”
“Oliver!”
She giggled as he pulled her back to the bed, sitting her flat on her bottom as he crawled over to nibble and kiss her shoulders. She groaned as his fingertips trailed back up to her breasts. Lillian began to feel lightheaded again.
“Oliver …” she crooned breathlessly. “This isn’t fair …”
“Come on, think about it,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing up against her earlobe. “I can get your art supplies here. You can do it completely naked on the terrace here, right? And in between, we can make love any time you want …”
He trailed off, his lips finding her nape, his teeth gnawing lightly along the back of her neck. As tempting as it was, Lillian knew she had to leave. She couldn’t let herself get caught up in some rich guy’s ploy to provide for her starving artist lifestyle. Even if the sex was the most satisfying she’d experienced in her lifetime.
“Oliver,” she groaned, then forced his hands off her breasts. “I do have to go. That all sounds amazing, but I have to get to the studio."
Oliver let her go as she rose from the king-sized bed, the breeze dancing through the open window. It cast rays over Oliver’s hair, making him appear far less stoic. The corded muscles of his hands, arms, and chest were enhanced by the golden light, illuminating the inherent strength that made him so utterly delicious.
“I thought you said you could work anywhere?” he asked.
Lillian retrieved her slacks and shirt, pulling her clothing on quickly. She tried not to look at him beckoning her. It was like every woman’s dream, sitting there, offering her plentiful riches.
