《Of Romance and Revenge》Twenty Eight

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The intensity in his eyes sends instant shivers down my spine. He leans forward slowly and places his lips softly against my jaw, leaving a trail of kisses there, down to my collarbone, and back up.

He repeats the trail on the other side, but never kisses my lips. I close my eyes and swallow harshly, trying to even out my ragged breathing. He pulls at the hem of my shirt and I lift my arms up so he can slide it off me before returning to his sensual assault.

He continues with lazy, open-mouthed kisses along the tops of my breasts as his fingers fumble with the hook of my bra- I'm surprised when he places a sweet, chaste kiss to the scar on the middle of my chest as does.

It snaps open and my bra is quickly discarded to the floor next to my shirt. Oliver wastes no time getting on his knees and pulling my right breast into his mouth while his hand reaches up to toy with the left one.

I moan and throw my head back, giving into the feeling of his expert tongue and fingers. His free hand pulls my leggings and underwear down in one swift motion and I'm completely naked in front of him, powerless under his heated gaze as he pulls back for a moment to fully look at me.

I feel myself growing self-conscious. Last time we had sex I was still dressed and the time before that I was too drunk to give it much thought. I feel more exposed than ever, but the look on his face- the dilated pupils, his slackened jaw, the way he hungrily licks his lips as he drinks me in- gives me a boost of confidence and makes me feel sexy as hell.

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"Fuck," he breathes out, his eyes finally making their way back up to mine.

I try to pull him back up to his feet so I can take his clothes off, but he shakes his head at me. There's a sly smile on his face as his hands reach up to grip my waist.

"Oh no, baby," he coos. "I told you I was going to make it up to you."

He pulls me forward a step and his face is eye level with the most intimate part of me. One of his hands stays on my hip, gripping my flesh tightly, while the other one slides lightly across my core.

I sigh heavily at the contact and lean into him, holding onto his shoulders for support. He slips one finger inside of me and begins stroking me gently, all while maintaining eye contact with me.

My mouth is hanging open and my breathing is shallow, but I don't turn away. He slips in another finger and places his warm mouth against my clit, licking and sucking while his fingers continue pumping in and out of me.

"Fuck, Oliver," I gasp.

My eyes screw shut. I can no longer keep them open as I feel myself getting closer and closer, spiraling out of control in ecstasy.

"Keep your eyes on me," he growls.

I try my hardest to do as he says and keep my eyes on him, but when he curls his fingers in, I can't contain myself. My eyes close again, beyond my control, and I cry out loudly as I come.

I continue holding onto him as he pulls away, slowly, and lean up against the wall for additional support. My legs are shaking and I try to relax with slow, deep breaths, but I can feel Oliver looking at me.

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I half expect to look up and see him staring at me with his usual smug grin, but instead his expression is cold and closed off. It instantly puts me on high alert and I'm afraid he's about to shut me out again.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly.

"Yep. I'm great," I respond, my voice still a little shaky.

He picks my clothes up off the floor as he stands back up and hands them to me wordlessly, his expression still unreadable.

"Uhh, thanks."

He nods at me before turning around to allow me to get dressed. I'm not sure why he bothers, he's already seen everything, but it does nothing to help my anxiety. I get dressed quickly and quietly- Oliver is already sitting back at his desk, throwing himself back into his work.

I want to say something, to finally clear this whole thing up and figure out what's going on between us, but I don't even know where to begin and he doesn't really seem open for a conversation right now anyways.

"I guess I'll see you at dinner?" I ask shyly.

He grunts out a response, which I take as a yes. I stare at his back for a few moments, confused and pissed off.

This is not the boy I felt in love with. Even though Oliver has always been moody and a bit of a grump, he's never been this hot and cold. He's always been the one constant in my life, the one thing I could really count on. I don't know what this job has done to him, but I don't like it at all.

With an angry sigh, I storm out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me.

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