Page 138 of The Wrecked One

“Fuck, yes. And every day in between now and then.” He urged my mouth open with his tongue. After a blissful and delicious kiss, he shared, “They’ll officially be open for business once it’s safe to do so.”

“I’m sure they weren’t compromised and are safe, but I’m glad they’re being cautious just in case.” I kept one arm over his shoulder and allowed my other hand to wander down his chest, over his white tee that molded to his muscular frame.

“Maybe your sister and the future-someone she dates can join us there one day?” Oliver suggested.

“I have a sister,” I said under my breath, still in awe of that fact. My sister and I had so many late-night chats the last two weeks, none of which included the elephant not technically in the room with us. Mason Matthews. “And we’re as alike as we are different. I love we’re not the same-same, if that makes sense, though.”

“It does.” He smiled as my hand went farther south.

“I haven’t told my sister about Mason yet. She’s taken a leave of absence from work to make up for lost time and learn everything there is to know about me, and I feel bad keeping that minor detail from her.”

His chin dipped, following the path my hand had taken, and I palmed his dick over his pants. “You mentioning Mason while your hand is on my cock is not the best idea,” he said in a gravelly but partially teasing voice I knew well.

“Maybe I’m looking for a little fight between us so I can drop my clothes in surrender and you’ll have your way with me.” I hadn’t been thinking that before, but I was now.

“Your dad is downstairs. Your mom is cooking. Your sister is two doors down. And you want to be a bad girl, do you?” He held me prisoner with his intense gaze as I kept my hand over his hard-on.

All thoughts of Mason’s past with my sister went out the window, flitting around somewhere in that vineyard.

“I’m game for makeup sex.” I playfully lifted my brows a few times, and made a mental note that when I could go out into the real world again, I was overdue for Botox.

“Should we fight first, or can we skip to the after part?”

He smirked, and I answered him by stepping back to peel off my sundress. I slipped free of my sandals, and his gaze raked over my body as he realized I hadn’t been wearing panties.

“Such a bad girl.” He came at me fast, circling his good arm around my waist. He hauled me against him, crushing his mouth over mine.

Hand between my thighs, he plunged his fingers inside me and moaned into my mouth while sliding my arousal over my clit. He captured my breathy pants with his tongue, changing course to rid himself of his clothes before he brought me over to the bed I so desperately wished he’d share with me later.

Dinner and wine with my family. My father sharing stories that had me laughing uncontrollably. Tales from my sister that left me so damn proud every night. Followed by making love with my guy. The only thing that’d make everything that much more perfect would be if he never left my bed and I could sleep in his arms.

Realizing I’d lost myself to my thoughts, he stopped kissing me. Holding the brunt of his weight over me, his heavy cock resting on top of me, we locked eyes as he dragged out the word, “Soooon.”

I scrunched up my nose but submitted in a light voice, “Fine, fine.” I relaxed and reached between our bodies to position him at my center, greedy for him to fill me, unable to wait any longer.

I mean, I had removed my panties before he’d come to my room with the hopes things would turn out this way, so . . .

Oliver thrusted inside me, going a bit slack-jawed when our bodies connected. Each time felt like it was our first time these last two weeks when we were together.

His muscles tightened alongside my body, and I did my best to push out worries about his shoulder from my head, and be in the moment.

The second his tongue met mine, I was wrapped up in the ecstasy of how it felt to be with him. He reached between our bodies, searching out my sensitive spot to help me climax, and I bit back a loud cry so no one heard me as he brought me closer and closer to release.

“Such a bad girl, teasing me like you do.” His deep, rumbly tone had me barely hanging on to control. Then came the magic words, “Now be a good girl and come for me,” and I let go.

“A few days,” he whispered after recovering from his own orgasm. “A few more days, and you’ll be waking up in my arms.”

He was giving me a number, knowing how my mind worked, and I loved that he knew me so well. Dark eyes pointed at me, in a husky voice he told me, “I’m stubborn, too, and I’ve been a quick study for a reason . . . I want that more than you can possibly know.”

55

OLIVER

FOUR DAYS LATER

“You’re sure?” Palms on the desk, I bowed my head, trying to wrap my mind around the news and decide if this information truly changed anything.

“Hugo didn’t lie,” Gwen repeated over FaceTime what she’d already said on that call, but I was struggling to believe it. “Based on the hospital records that I hacked, Anurak’s wife made a lot of frequent visits. I had the notes translated from Thai to English, and it was pretty clear the doctors suspected she was being abused.” She gave me a few minutes to digest the details she’d shared, letting it all truly sink in. “Carter had someone check in on the family, and they seem happy, too.”

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