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There’s no more talking as Tyler pulls his trousers down and shifts me so I’m sitting on top of him. With a hard thrust, he’s inside me, and it’s exactly where I want him to be. I’ll think later. For now I want to feel and make these memories last a lifetime.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Olivia
“I’ll come by to pick you up in one hour.”
“What? Why?”
I’m groggy as I listen to Tyler’s disgustingly alert voice on the other end of the phone. Glancing at my clock, it’s only seven in the morning, and on a Saturday. I’m hardly thrilled.
“It’s time you see my project. Get up and be ready. I’ll bring coffee.”
“When did we decide this?” I ask. I can never be called a morning person, not on the best of days, but the weekends are my time to sleep until at least nine. Tyler’s interrupting this, and I’m not pleased.
“Right now,” he tells me. “I have a call coming in, so get up and dressed. I’ll see you in an hour.”
I hold the phone to my ear, stupefied. He hung up on me. What I should do is turn off my phone, roll over, and bury my head beneath a pillow. No, these tactics haven’t worked before. And yes, he’s still my client, and I need to make him happy. I’ve managed to avoid him since Monday when we made love. I guess my time’s up. There’s no chance I’m getting back to sleep now. Throwing off my covers, I stomp into the bathroom.
After drying off from my shower, I stand in front of my closet stark-naked and wonder what to wear. It’s a weekend, and that normally means shorts or sweats, depending on the weather.
This isn’t an official work meeting, or I don’t think it is, so I compromise by picking out a pair of jeans, a nice cotton shirt, and my favorite sweater. I move to my dresser and look in the panty drawer. What if we end up making love again? I don’t want to be caught with less than sexy underwear. At the same time, I don’t want to make it obvious I’m hoping for or expecting sex.
Ugh! Dating withoutactuallydating a guy isn’t easy. I decide at long last on delicate lace underwear — not because of him, of course, but for me. Decision made, I drag on my clothes, throw my hair into a ponytail, and brush on a light coating of makeup. I’m finishing when my doorbell rings. Since Piper was gone last night I’m the only one home.
With a little pettiness, I wait until he rings the bell again before I amble to the door and take my sweet time unlocking it. The sight of him standing here with flowers in one hand, coffee in the other, his hair hidden beneath a baseball cap, and an old college sweatshirt hugging his chest takes my breath away. I don’t have a chance to give him a standard greeting.
He sweeps past me, sets the flowers and coffee on my table, then comes back and lifts me into his arms. His head descends as my lips form an O of shock and he devours my mouth while his hands grip my butt and squeeze.
“I’ve missed you. I thought work would never end,” he says when he releases my lips and sets me on the floor. I’m dizzy as I try to get my bearings. “I got called to London this week and was working eighteen-hour days. All I’ve thought about is getting back and ravishing you.”
Maybe he’s toying with me. Still, much to my frustration, his words send a glow through me. I don’t want him to get the idea, though, that I’m his for the taking whenever he feels an itch below the belt. So I repress the glow.
“What makes you think you get to have me?” I say, one hand on my hip as I try to give him a stern look. He smiles as he pulls me against him again, knocking the fight right out of me as my breasts tingle and my core heats. He smugly smiles — dammit, the man can’t possibly miss the effect he’s having on me.
“I told you you’re mine, Olivia,” he murmurs against my lips. “And I keep what’s mine.”
He stops talking and stops me from replying as he plunders my mouth again. When his hand slips beneath my sweater and skims up my stomach and over my breast, I sigh into his kiss. I enjoy it for a moment, but reluctantly push away from him.
“Didn’t you promise me coffee?” I gasp. His eyes dilate, and he groans his disapproval, but he ushers me to the table where he set the flowers and coffee.
“As promised, madam,” he says with a bow that makes me smile.
“Thank you. Itisthe least you can do for waking me up so early on my day off,” I tell him, trying to sound annoyed but not pulling it off.
Taking a sip of the coffee, I sigh in happiness. A mocha latte — just what the doctor ordered. I have no idea how he knows my favorite coffee, and I’m not going to question it. I can see him calling my legal secretary and asking. Is it because he’s trying to please me? This is so confusing.
“I would’ve never thought of waking you if I didn’t plan to give you an excellent day,” he says with a wink and picks up his cup of coffee.
“And what are we doing?”
“You’ll have to get out of here to find out,” he tells me.
“Tyler.”
“Yes?”
“Thanks for the flowers. They’re beautiful.” I’ve always been a fan of daffodils and lilies.
