Page 42 of Wild Nights

At dinner time, food arrived for me in to-go containers. Ithanked the staff member and took the time to sit at a table just outside the conference room to eat. As usual, the food was delicious. I just wished that Oliver could eat with me. We'd shared lunch though, and we were both busy people. The only difference was, I wasn't sure what Oliver was doing tonight. Surely, he didn't need to work nights.

I knew where the offices were because I'd been in Eli's once. I assumed Oliver's was nearby, but I didn't have a good excuse to stop by and see him.

He might have plans for this evening that have nothing to do with me. I wasn't sure why that bothered me so much. I had the morning with him, which was so much more than I ever expected. He didn't seem worried that anyone would see us together so presumably he wasn't hiding me. But then again, the lodge was fairly quiet. He'd mentioned that there weren't a lot of guests outside of the conference.

When I closed up the room at seven, there was a container of cookies on a table by the door with my name on it. Oliver was so thoughtful. He'd make the best boyfriend.

I hesitated with the snickerdoodle cookie halfway to my mouth. Why was I thinking about how good of a boyfriend Oliver would be? That's not what we were.

I headed straight to my room, stuffing cookies in my mouth to feed my longing for something more. Then I took a long shower. I was exhausted and sore from our morning runs down the mountain.

I just wanted to curl up and watch a movie this evening.

When the knock came at nine, I was nodding off to a holiday classic. I attempted to smooth my hair as I opened the door for Oliver.

I closed the door behind him. "Is everything okay?"

He looked just as tired as I felt. "Sorry, Eli's on vacation with his new girlfriend, and I'm in charge of everything while he's gone." Oliver dropped onto the couch, running a hand through his hair. "I'm just worried something will go wrong,and I'll have to call him for help. He hasn't gone on vacation in a long time. I want to show him that we can run this place from time to time without him."

"You want him to trust you."

Oliver nodded. "They went to California, and he's having a good time. I don't want to burden him with anything."

"That sounds nice," I said as I folded one leg underneath me. I had envisioned that we wouldn't be able to keep our hands off each other tonight, especially after our make-out session at lunch. But I could see that he needed something else. "Have you eaten?"

"I did."

I gestured for him to turn slightly so I could massage his shoulders.

"That feels amazing." His voice was low.

I kneaded his back. "Your muscles are so tight."

"I won't be able to take off during the day while you're here."

I lowered my hands. "That was a nice treat. I don't expect you to take off work to spend time with me."

He turned to face me. " I enjoyed our time together."

"Me too."

"Tonight, I just want to forget about everything: my responsibilities, the lodge, and the list of things to do waiting for me when I get home."

The thing I was missing was that Eli was out of town, and Oliver was stepping in for him. I hadn't expected that, and it certainly raised the stress levels for him. I didn't want to be a distraction. "Are you sure you want to spend time with me?"

"I'm positive." Then his mouth was on mine. It was more intense than this morning. We didn't have to hold back. Neither of us had anywhere to be. There was only the here and now. When Oliver pushed me back until I was laying down and he was hovering over me, I forgot about everythingelse outside of this room. My job, my family, and my growing feelings for him.

This was all we had. A few more nights before I had to go home, and I was going to enjoy every minute.

His hands were everywhere, on my side, my hip. "I want to taste you again."

"Yes, please," I said, focusing on him as he pushed my shirt up and pulled the lacy cups of my bra down. Then he sucked one nipple into his mouth, grinding his cock against my center. There were several layers of clothes between us, but it felt so good.

He licked and sucked, his scruff abrading the soft skin of my breast. Then he lifted his head slightly. "You still have the whipped cream we used for the hot chocolate?"

I laughed softly. "I like where your head is at. It's in the fridge."

He kissed me on a chuckle. "Get naked. I'll get it."

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