Grace grins and stands up. “Thank you, Oliver. I really appreciate it. I’m just going to grab my stuff,” she says as she heads to the living room.
Oliver follows her as far as the kitchen door, then turns around. “I’ll be back.”
I nod. “I’ll be upstairs waiting for you.”
Oliver smiles and gives me a knowing nod before stepping out into the living room
Once he’s gone, I head upstairs to his room. I take off my shoes and lie down on top of it, feeling its softness against my skin. It feels relaxing here, like I am enveloped in Oliver’s scent. I close my eyes and imagine how Oliver might look when he walks in, what he’ll say when he sees me lying here.
I take a deep breath and open my eyes, looking around the room for ideas to make the scene even more inviting. I find a candle on his dresser and light it, letting its sweet smell fill the room.
Finally, I sit back against the headboard of the bed with anticipation, wondering if he’ll be pleased with what he finds or if he’ll think it’s too much.
Just then, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Oliver steps into the bedroom and pauses, taken aback by the candlelight. I watch him in silence as he takes it all in.
“Do you like it?” I ask him softly.
“It’s perfect,” he says, coming to my side and planting an affectionate kiss on my forehead.
He kisses me again, this time on the cheek. His lips linger there for a second, like he’s savoring the feeling of being near me. Slowly, his lips move down to mine and we kiss passionately. I can feel my heart racing with emotion as Oliver wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer, burying himself in my embrace.
Our kiss grows more and more passionate until Oliver climbs on top of me, pressing his body against mine. I can feel his skin against my own as heat courses through our veins, creating an electrifying sensation.
He pulls away briefly, looking into my eyes with a hunger that takes my breath away. “You look beautiful in this dress,” he whispers, tracing his fingers along the soft fabric of the garment. “I’ve wanted to take it off all night,” he breathes before leaning in and pressing his lips against mine once more.
“Please do.”
He smiles and sits up, unzipping the dress and allowing it to fall on the floor. We kiss some more, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands until he finally takes off his shirt and pulls me on top of him.
With one hand, he traces circles around my clit. His touch sends a ripple of pleasure through me, and I gasp in delight.
He licks my clit softly, his tongue swirling around it as he continues to move his fingers in circles. I moan as I straddle him, riding up and down his body until I eventually reach the peak of ecstasy with a deep cry.
He reaches into his drawer to grab a condom before leaning back against the bed. I crouch above him and take the condom, carefully unrolling it onto his shaft. With my fingers around him, I guide him inside me.
As soon as he’s in, he pulls me closer to his chest. He gasps as I move up and down, feeling every inch of him inside me. His hands travel all over my body, exploring every curve with fervor.
We kiss vigorously as I ride him, exploring each other neither of us had dared to before. I can feel waves of pleasure washing over us as I go faster and faster, my body quivering in anticipation.
Just when I can feel my orgasm bubbling up inside of me, he grabs my hips and turns me onto my back. He looks into my eyes as he thrusts deep and fast, taking me to the brink of pleasure.
When it’s over, we lay next to each other, panting and exhausted from the intensity of the experience.
Oliver kisses me on the forehead and pulls me close to his chest. “I had fun tonight,” he says. “Thanks again for joining me at the event.”
I smile and kiss his shoulder. “Anytime. I had fun, too.”
I nestle my head against him, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath until I fall fast asleep.
“Are you ready for today?” Erica texts me.
It’s been a few days since I attended the event with Oliver. So far, Fred has said nothing to make Erica suspicious. However, Erica and I have our sights on something much bigger today.
I arrive at the cafe, and Jason’s already there, a faux-casual look plastered across his face as he sits at a patio table. Two cups of coffee steam gently in the crisp morning air. He spots me and waves, a gesture so seemingly full of genuine warmth that for a moment, I almost forget our past’s dark chapters.
My hand instinctively brushes against the small recording device nestled discreetly in my pocket, a lifeline Erica insisted on. “Evidence,” she had said. “In case he ever tries to deny anything.” My nerves settle slightly at the contact, and with a deep, fortifying breath, I stride toward him.
Jason stands as I approach, pulling me into a hug that feels like a carefully choreographed dance of familiarity and feigned affection. “I’m glad you finally agreed to meet,” he says, all charm and no sincerity. “I’ve missed you, Catherine.”
