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Chapter 41: Possessed by Horny Teenagers
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2026-04-30 14:00:01Harper nodded again. “Right, I never knew I could feel like this. So, alive and distracted.” She bit her lower lip seductively. Oliver’s blue eyes followed the movement of her teeth against her lip, a visible reaction tightening his jaw. The casual atmosphere of the sandwich shop suddenly felt charged with unspoken tension. “Alive and distracted,” he echoed softly, his thumb pressing more firmly against the back of her hand under the table. “That describes exactly how I have felt every time y
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Oliver’s hand then moved to the waistband of his trouser, his movements hurried and uncharacteristically clumsy. He needed this. He needed Harper. Oliver fumbled with the button, his fingers stiff with urgency, before finally tugging the fabric down. The cool air hit his skin for only a second before he was pressing back against her, skin on skin, and the sensation made him hiss through his teeth. “God, you are so warm,” he rasped, his forehead dropping to rest against hers. His eyes were squeezed shut, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts. He did not move immediately. He just stayed there, anchored to her, letting the sheer intensity of the contact settle into his bones. His hands found hers on the mattress, interlacing their fingers tightly, grounding himself in the reality of her. “I have wanted this since the first day I saw you walk into that office,” he confessed, his vice barely a thread of sound. “Every meeting, every email… it
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The kiss deepened, Oliver’s tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opened for him, inviting him in. he groaned softly against her mouth, the sound raw and uncharacteristic for a man who prided himself on composure. His hands moved from her back to the clasp of her crimson bra, his fingers working with a focused, steady precision that spoke of his inherent need for order, even in passion. When the lace gaze away, he pulled back just enough to look at her, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven breaths. The dim light caught the curve of her body, and he looked at her with a gaze so intense if felt like he was seeing her for the very first time. “Beautiful,” he whispered, the word barely audible. He did not wait for a response. He leaned down, his lips trailing from her collarbone to the swell of her breast, his mouth warm and demanding.“Mm,” Harper moaned sweetly. The sound of her moan, soft and sweet, hit him like a physical blow. Oliver’s hands slid around to her sides,
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“I am always efficient,” Harper muttered before he lips moved to Oliver’s neck. His head fell back against the pillow, a sharp intake of breath escaping him as her lips found the sensitive skin on his neck. His icy blue eyes fluttered shut, and his fingers tightened in her auburn hair, not pulling, just holding her there, anchoring her. “Efficient,” he repeated, his voice strained and low. “Is that what we are calling this?” The sensation of her mouth against his skin sent a jolt straight down his spine. He was used to being the one in control, the one directing the flow of every room her entered, but here, in the quiet of her bedroom, he was letting go. He was letting her. His hands moved from her shoulders down to her waist, pulling her body more firmly against his own. the heat between them was building thick and undeniable. “You are doing this on purpose,” he managed to say, thought there was no bite in the accusation– only a breathless sort of surrender.“I am just doing my job a
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Oliver shifted slightly, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them, his chin resting atop her head. The warmth of her body against his was the most natural thing in the world, and for a man who spend his days in climate-controlled office and stiff suits, this was the only temperature he cared about. “But seriously,” he added, his tone turning sincere. “I think I might be a little too good at it. You might never want to leave the bed once the temperature drops.”“Agreed,” Harper said with a smile. “I never imagined this… that I would ever be in a relationship like this.” Oliver opened his eyes, his gaze softening as he looked down at her. He did not say anything for a moment, just studied her face in the dim light, as if memorizing every line and curve. “Neither did I,” he admitted quietly. “I think I had a whole different version of what my life was supposed to look like. Controlled. Predictable. Maybe a little lonely.” He reached up, his thumb brushing agains
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Harper pushed open her apartment door with a bright smile. “All mine, huh?” she said with a playful tone. Oliver stepped into the apartment behind her, his icy blue eyes scanning the room with practiced efficiency. He noted the state of the living room– not a disaster, but certainly not pristine. A few stray coffee us on the side table, a throw blanket tossed haphazardly over the couch, and a faint layer of dust on the bookshelf. “All yours,” he confirmed, his voice steady and certain. He dropped his keys onto the entryway table with a quiet clatter an turned to face her. “And I am not going anywhere.” He crossed the small distance between them, his hands finding her waist again. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of traffic from the street below.“Now,” Oliver said, his gaze dropping to her lips before meeting her blue green eyes again. “Where do we start?” His hands tightened slightly on her waist, pulling her flush against him. The familiar, slightly cluttered
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