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“Thank you.”
“May I present a counterpoint?”
I wave a hand. “If you must.”
Oliver kisses me again. He quickly cups my face to prevent me from jerking away this time. His tongue enters my mouth, crumbling even more of my resolve.
“That’s a...” I breathe. “That’s a good point.”
He grins. “Thank you.”
“But...” I shift backward. “It doesn’t actually counter the original point.”
“I know. It was a distraction.” He smirks. “Haven’t you ever negotiated before?”
“Oh, we’re negotiating?” I ask.
“Sure.”
“And what are we negotiating, exactly?”
“Well, it’s a funny thing,” he says as his hands wander down my spine. “It turns out, I can’t go another hour of my work day without tasting you.”
My knees quiver. “Tasting me?”
He nods. “That’s right.”
“And, uh...” I swallow hard. “Which part of me would you be tasting?”
“Now, that’d be the negotiation. Do I settle for tasting your lips?” he asks as his hand crawls down my thigh again. “Or...”
He slides a hand beneath my skirt. I release a laugh from my gut, driven by pure sexual greed as he touches the crotch of my panties. He rubs my swollen clit with his fingertips, sending a lightning bolt throughout my limbs. I moan softly. Oliver kisses the edge of my mouth as his finger goes a little farther down...
“You’re already wet...” he whispers. “It would be a shame to waste it...”
My lips trembles. “Oli...”
“Shh.”
“We shouldn’t do this here,” I say.
“We’re in a room, aren’t we?” he asks. “That’s the rule, right?”
I sigh, unable to stop him again. He slides his hand into my panties. Two fingers hug my clit and I melt in his hands. My pulse pounds loud enough to drown out the last niggling pleas of my conscience, and I forget they ever existed at all as he lies me down on the bed.
Oliver towers over me, slowly removing his jacket and tossing it onto the disheveled mattress beside me. Then, he lowers to his knees and pulls me closer to him on the edge. His icy eyes stare at me the entire time as he yanks my panties down. I quiver, unable to move or even think. He pushes my skirt up. He throws my knees over his shoulders.
I bite my lip. Fuck.
Oliver clamps his mouth on my clit, wasting no time at all. I jolt beneath his firm hands, his quick tongue taking me by surprise. He ravages me faster, refusing to offer any reprieve. Quiet moans escape my throat before I can smother them. My thighs tremble and my back arches. I can do nothing. I am nothing but Oliver’s willing and forbidden plaything.
“Oli,” I moan, my climax coming fast.
I look down, drawn to his perfect eyes. I feel my nerves lose control. I push against his forehead. I grab his hair. Oliver merely laughs, knowing that none of it will do me any good. I’m here. I’m his. And I’m coming right fucking now.
Release rushes through me. I let out an aching moan, my body lurching beneath him. Oliver easily holds me down. His mouth stays right where it always was. Licking and tapping and sucking away at me until I can’t take it anymore.
Finally, he climbs onto the bed with me. He takes hold of my numb body and pushes me back, keeping my legs apart as he settles between them. He unzips his pants. I watch with baited breaths, my entire body on fire, as he frees his hard cock.
