Page 7 of When He Was Mine

With a guttural moan, I surrendered to the ecstasy, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I clung to the cool glass, my body trembling with pleasure as Oliver continued to thrust, his own release imminent.

As my climax subsided, Oliver pulled out and guided me to the bench seat, his strong arms supporting me. Despite my initial reluctance, I couldn't deny how much I needed this release.

Leaning against the tiled wall, I caught my breath, the steam swirling around us like a veil. Oliver stroked my wet hair away from my face, planting tender kisses on my cheeks as we basked in the aftermath of our passion.

“I love you so much, Ryleigh.” His voice was soft, filled with warmth.

Oliver was unlike any man I’d dated before and it wasn’t his financial means, it was how he looked at me when he said he loved me. It was genuine and when I heard the words, it felt like a comforting embrace.

“I love you, too,” I replied with a yawn, stretching my arms above my head.

He smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Am I boring you?”

I stifled another yawn. “Not in the least,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m just so tired lately.”

Concern flashed across his face. “Are you feeling okay?”

“It’s just from my period. I always get tired during it. Nothing to worry about.”

Relief relaxed his features. “I’m glad to hear it. I guess it’s too late to go to the pool.”

I glanced at the clock on the wall and nodded. “I would think so. Maybe tomorrow?”

“It’s a lighter day, though we have to speak with another developer,” he reminded me, leaning back against the wall.

“For the same project?” I asked, curiosity piqued.

“No, this is another building,” he clarified, running a hand through his hair.

“Why don’t you just handle the project yourself? You certainly can afford it,” I pointed out, giving him a puzzled look.

He sighed, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “I want the projects, but I don’t want the financial burden. It wouldn’t be prudent to devote a good chunk of funds to two projects. Working with other developers allows me to diversify in other areas.”

I nodded slowly in understanding. “That makes sense.”

“Yes, it does,” he agreed, a hint of pride in his voice. “I’ve done this for years. It helps to develop positive relationships with those in the same field. I don’t want to be hated or deemed greedy.”

“Does that worry you?” I asked, tilting my head slightly.

“That I’ll be hated?” He paused, considering. “Yes. I thought someone with your wealth wouldn’t care.”

“Some of the companies I’ve worked with have needed a helping hand. I don’t mind offering it. I had help when I was coming up, and I’m simply paying it forward. I’m respected as a businessman. There are others whose business practices are despicable. I don’t want to be grouped in that category,” he explained, his tone serious.

I reached out, taking his hand in mine. “That’s why I love you. You’re not just a businessman. You’re a good man.”

Oliver grinned wickedly. “Am I?”

“A pervert in bed but a decent man in the office.”

“Pervert? Take that back.”

“What will you do? I’m already wet and naked.”

“I’ll think of something. Let’s get finished so we can rest.”

We washed each other and a few minutes later, we were wrapped in the thick white terry cloth robes supplied by the hotel. We went over a few things for tomorrow before Oliver called it quits.

“Do you want to get dressed and have dinner out?” he asked.

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