Page 58 of Oliver

I’m distracted from my thoughts when the doorbell rings and with a sigh, I peek through the blinds.

Hm. Although I hate to admit it, I was hoping he would come back. For what though, another humiliating conversation about my mistakes?

I can’t take it back, no matter how much I wish I could.

“I know you’re standing there,” he says and rolling my eyes, I open the door.

He pushes past me and with a sigh, I round the couch before collapsing on the cushion and curling my nose. It smells of my mom’s old perfume and sweat which both turns my stomach and creates an ache I push aside.

Instead, I pick at the fluff poking from the cushion and envision the last time my parents sat here, giggling like lovesick idiots while they cuddled. Back then everything was so easy or maybe I just didn’t see it for what it really was. I don’t know but I hug the memory close and say without thinking, “What’s your mom like?”

My brief meeting with her didn’t leave me impressed but maybe Mrs. Goodlow is bitter because her husband is a skeevy psycho?

When Oliver’s brows furrow, my heart sinks and I clench my fingers into fists, hoping the pain will ground me.

“She’s kind…weak.”

I whip my head up at his response, both surprised that he’s letting me behind the mask and disturbed by his comment.

Is he saying that kindness is a weakness? Wow.

“Weak?” I say softly. What goes on in that diabolical mind of his?

His eyes turn flat and his jaw tics before he says, “From him. My father.”

“Oh. Do you think she knew? About…?”

Oliver chuffs and shakes his head. “No. He was the model husband except when he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”

His comment brings me back to our conversation earlier and I say, softly, “He wasn’t anything more than a mistake that I regret with every fiber of my being.”

Silence follows my statement and I consider what I can say next, but he makes the decision for me when he slowly leans in. Thoughts of Mr. G evaporate and with a silent sigh, I meet him halfway, our lips touching in a soft caress.

It’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had with Oliver until with a groan, he pushes me to the couch and helps me to pull my shirt over my head.

Immediately, our mouths come back together as soon as the barrier is gone, and he grasps onto my boobs greedily, kneading my nipples gently before pinching them between his fingers.

Arching into him, with a low moan, I pulse down below when he chuckles, caressing his fingers down my stomach and over my jeans, before cupping my core in his warm palm.

My breath hitches when he rubs his hand in tantalizing circles, causing tingles to surge through me on fiery wings of need.

“Oliver,” I moan, and he pulls back with glittering eyes.

“Yes, little one?”

“It feels so good. Don’t stop.”

His eyes light with fire and he smiles, sending a shiver of heat down my spine. “Oh, I have no intention of stopping until I’ve spread my seed in your womb.”

“Oh,” I moan, bucking into his palm.

With quick movements he divests me of my pants and kneels before my core, staring directly into my eyes, as he licks me up and back down.

Spellbound, I can’t break my gaze, as he thrusts his tongue inside. Writhing beneath him, I pant heavily while he twirls my bud with his other finger, slowly creating a heat that builds in me, extending along my trembling limbs and ending in my tingling core.

“Oliver,” I cry, sailing over the edge with a long low moan.

“Beautiful,” he rasps before standing and removing his shirt. This reveals his beautiful chest with rock hard abs and a yummy happy trail. At my avid stare, he traces his hand down his stomach with a sexy smirk, unbuttoning his fly and dropping his pants, before tugging on his erection.

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