Page 62 of Daddy's Princess

I turn my glare to him. “Do you have the originals of the illustrations Britney showed you?”

He looks confused as if that’s the last thing he thought I would want to talk about. Which it probably is. We definitely need to talk about us, but later. Oliver grabs a folder from his top desk drawer and passes it to me. I flip through it, and sure enough, my drawings are all there. Not just the ones inspired by Wildwood, but a lot more.

“I still can’t believe she has this kind of talent.”

“That’s because she doesn’t.” The words are like burning hot lava as they leave my mouth. “I didn’t lose my sketchbook, she stole it.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying Britney is a thief. These aremysketches.” I flip back through them and stop on one that is just a set of hands. I set the folder on his desk with that one on top, then grab his hand and entwine our fingers. Oliver looks from the drawing to our clasped hands and back again.

“Holy shit.”

“Exactly. On the bright side, that means you don’t need Britney’s permission to use those illustrations.”

Oliver’s brow furrows. “Unless you can prove without a shadow of doubt these are yours, Britney can still cause problems. We have to prove that she’s lying.”

“How do we do that?” I ask, feeling a bit like crying because he’s right. It’s her word against mine… except I know something Britney doesn’t. “Wouldn’t the fact that my signature is on them all be enough proof that those are mine?”

Oliver flips through the pictures again and can’t seem to find what he’s looking for. And if you don’t know what you’re looking for, you would never see it, which is why Britney thought she could get away with stealing from me.

I take the sketch of the naterwhal and turn it towards Oliver then point toward the bottom of the page where there is a patch of flowers. Twinned into the vines is my name. Oliver studies the design for a moment then looks up at me with a wide smile.

“That definitely changes things. You’re brilliant.” In his excitement, Oliver pulls me into his arms, hugging me, but releases me just as quickly.

I shrug. “No, not brilliant, just self-conscious. I started hiding my name in my art when I was a kid because then no one would know I did it, but it felt wrong to not sign it.” I don’t add that I started doing that after my mom told me I was foolish for wasting my time on such a useless hobby.

“You have no reason to be self-conscious. You’re an amazing artist.”

I can feel my blush rising. I still can’t handle compliments. They make me uncomfortable, but I know Oliver’s telling me the truth. He truly thinks I’m an amazing artist, and it’s not because of our relationship… or non-relationship, whatever.

Oliver puts his finger under my chin and tilts my face up to his. “You are beautiful and talented. Don’t minimalize yourself because of someone else’s perception of you.”

My eyes well up with tears at his sweet sincerity. I thought I’d cried all the tears I had over the last three days, but obviously, there is a never-ending supply. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

I’m once again in Oliver’s arms. This time he doesn’t let go. He holds me while I cry, telling me he forgives me, that we’re okay, that he’s sorry too. I ask what he could possibly be sorry for, and he’s under the impression that I ended things becausehepushed me too far too fast.

I laugh through my tears. “It isn’t your fault. You have nothing to apologize for. You can’t help that you’re so irresistible that I fell in love with you.”

“You what?” Oliver pulls away to look me in the eye.

I blush under his scrutiny. “I love you.”

His lips crush to mine in a toe-curlingly hot kiss. I kiss him back just as passionately. I was totally wrong about reunion sex with Oliver. There is no slow and sweet in sight as we pull at each other’s clothes. Not caring one bit that we’re in his office, and theoretically, anyone could come in at any time. Buttons go flying in our frenzy to get naked. I gasp when Oliver whirls me around and then pushes me down, bending me over his desk.

His fingers slide through my folds, testing, and finding me soaked. “Fuck, babygirl, you’re drenched.”

I moan, pushing back into his touch, wanting more. Needing more. I mewl in disappointment when he stops touching me, but then he’s lining his cock up with my entrance and thrusting inside me to the hilt.

“Oh God,” I cry out as he pounds into me from behind. Taking me with the same feverish madness I’m feeling.

“Better be quiet, babygirl. Janis is right outside. She’s going to hear you.” I shudder at the thought of us being caught. “Do you like that idea? Do you want to get caught?”

“No,” I gasp as he keeps thrusting. His pistoning cock hitting my g-spot over and over until my orgasm is looming on the horizon like a big storm that could level a city. I can’t keep myself from crying out.

Oliver leans over, covering me with his big body. He’s so close that his lips brush my earlobe as he growls, “I think you want to get caught.”

I shake my head no over and over but can’t stop moaning at how amazing he feels inside me. He fists my hair in one hand and pulls until my back is arched. The tiny pinpricks of pain add to the pleasure until I’m completely lost to sensation. I shudder as he nips and bites my neck. I know he’s marking me, but I don’t care. I want everyone to know that I belong to Oliver.

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