Page 70 of Conquering Oz

Elodie pushed up on her elbows and darted her gaze across the room. It was perfect timing with his cat strolling in through the door.

“Yes, we’ve established, I’m asking about the cat. What’s. His. Name?”

Oz forced himself not to give in to his amusement. “The. Cat.”

Elodie shook her head and scowled. “This feels very, ‘who’s on first?’”

Oz was old enough to know the reference. Not necessarily from the original but in a movie he’d seen in his younger years. He was no match for Elodie’s quip, and he gave in to a smile. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, and her face softened. This was Oz letting his guard down.

Elodie slowly slid down to his chest and brushed her hand over his beard, nestling closer.

“His name isthe cat, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Elodie moved closer, kissing him softly. Oz’s immediate reaction was to wrap his hand over her waist and pull her closer.

“Aside from your talented cat, I noticed something else downstairs.” She squinted. “When is your birthday?”

Fuck me.He should’ve gotten rid of the card. It was the first time in decades he’d received one. Oz couldn’t remember the last time he’d celebrated or even acknowledged his birthday. In his mind, it was just another day. When he was a kid, it was always overlooked. The only time his birthday held any significance was when he’d turned eighteen and aged out of the system, taking Rogue and Trey along with him.

“I don’t celebrate.”

She slid her mouth down his throat, whispering, “That’s not what I asked, Oz.”

Her lips traced over his stomach, down to his abs, and he felt his cock harden. This woman had an unnatural control over him. She wrapped her hand over his length and peered up through her lashes.

“Are you opposed to some happy birthday head?”

Fuck!

The corner of her mouth curled as she spread kisses over his chest. All he could do was watch as she teased and taunted. Foreplay. Oz was used to getting what he wanted, but Elodie was going to make him wait. Her mouth trailed over his stomach as her grip tightened over his cock, stroking.

This was where his dominance was forced to take a backseat. But he wasn’t above encouraging. He scraped his short nails across the back of her neck. Elodie moaned as her lips parted over the crown of his cock.

Fuck!

He weaved his hand through her hair as her mouth descended, taking him down her throat. He closed his eyes, stretching his neck and tightening his hold. Elodie didn’t need pointers or guidance, she knew exactly how to please him.

Oz didn’t last long. He fisted her hair, watching her lips devour his length. When it came to this woman, his control was limited, and he proved that a minute later, spilling inside her mouth.

He could’ve spent the whole day in bed with her, but both their schedules wouldn’t allow for it. They took a shower and got dressed. Oz offered her breakfast, but they’d spent too much time in bed, and she was running late at the store.

Oz walked her to the door just as security pulled up in front of the house with her car. Elodie chuckled and turned, hooking her arms around his waist and peering up at him.

“I love that you have valet service at your house.”

Oz was never one for public displays of affection in any scenario, particularly in front of security. It didn’t stop him from cupping her jaw and kissing her. He had faith his men would look away, allowing them privacy. When he broke from the kiss, his suspicions were confirmed.

“Call me later,” she said and walked down the stairs. Oz watched one of his men hold the door open and wait for her to get settled before closing it. Once she was driving down his driveway, he turned, walking back into his house and directly into his office.

I have some calls to make.

Chapter Thirteen

Elodie tapped her hand on the steering wheel, staring up at the red light. She’d purposely left early so as to not be late. At this point, she just wanted it to be over.

The meeting from her lawsuit had been delayed two weeks at the request of her lawyer. Initially, it gave her hope that he was working diligently on her case and maybe he’d found a loophole that would insist Julian offer her a payment plan. It was the only solution in order for her to keep the boutique. Her lawyer had been less than forthcoming with any information. Then he’d stopped returning her calls three days ago.

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