Chapter 51: A Deal is A Deal

“Now we have time. No more meetings. No more interruptions,” Oliver murmured against her hair as he buried his face in the curve of her neck. “I thought you might like that news,” Harper said softly, and her arms moved to the back of his head. “A deal is a deal.” Oliver’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile against her skin. “Oh, I definitely like that news,” he confirmed, his hands sliding down to grip her hips possessively. “And you are absolutely right– deals need to be honoured.” He lifted his head to meet her gaze, his blue eyes dark with intent. “Since we have an entire hour before anyone starts clearing out for the night…” without finishing the sentence, he spun her around gently and guided her backward toward his large mahogany desk. With a single sweep of his arms, he brushed aside the financial reports and pens, creating a clear surface. “There,” he said satisfied as he boosted you into the polished wood. “Much better view from here anyway.”

Harpers tight red leather skirt prevented Oliver from spreading her legs. “Hey, no. the deal was for a blow job,” she says seriously. “You will have to wait until later for more…” Oliver let out a low, appreciative laugh at her reminder of the terms, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine amusement. The serious way she stated her conditions only made him want her more. “Fair enough,” he conceded, though his hands didn’t move from where they rested on her thighs. “I am a man of my word. But you can’t blame me for wanting to see how much trouble that tight little skirt gets you into.” His thumbs began tracing slow circles on the sensitive skin just above the hem pf her skirt, his touch deliberate and teasing. “Tell me what you want from me first. I want to hear you say it.” The challenge in his voice was unmistakable– he wanted to hear her beg for what she had promised him earlier. His gaze dropping to her mouth, watching it intently as he waited for her response.

Harper took a deep breath. “I… I want to... suck your cock while… while you sit at your desk,” she admits shyly, a blush creeping up her cheeks. The sky confession sent a visible tremor through Oliver’s entire body, his blue eyes darkening with raw hunger. The way she blushed while admitting what she wanted made him feel like the luckiest man in the building. “Fuck,” he breathed out, his voice thick with desire. “Say it again. Say ‘cock’ for me.” His hands moved to cup her face gently but firmly, titling her head back so he could watch every reaction as she spoke the dirty word. The contrast between her innocent appearance and the filthy promise on her lips was intoxicating. “Tell me exactly how you are going to do it,” he commanded softly, his own breathing becoming more ragged as he imagined the scene playing out in his mind. “Every detail.”

Harpers heart hammered in her chest. “Seriously,” she said, her voice is laced with embarrassment. Oliver’s expression softened immediately at the note of embarrassment in her voice, a flicker of tenderness breaking through his intense arousal. He saw the genuine shyness behind her bold words, and it melted something in his chest. “Okay,” he said quietly, releasing her face to run a hand through his messy black hair. “No more commands. Just us.” He moved around his large mahogany desk, to his leather chair and sank into it. The position was less demanding, more vulnerable somehow. “Come here,” he murmured, patting his left upper thigh. “Sit on my lap and show me how much you want this deal to happen.”

Harper climbed off the large mahogany desk and moved around the desk to sit on Oliver’s lap. “You are impossibly demanding sometimes, you know that” she said with a pout, but still, she leans against his broad chest. Oliver’s arms wrapped securely around her waist as soon as she settled onto his lap, holding her close against the solid wall of his chest. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of coffee from earlier in the day filled her senses. “I know,” he admitted sheepishly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Sorry, it is just… difficult to think straight when you are offering things like that.” His hands began tracing lazy patterns on her back through the fabric of her blouse, fingers brushing against the strap of her bra. “But I promise I will be patient now. Mostly.” The last word was muffled against her auburn hair as he rested his chin on her shoulder, enjoying the simple intimacy of holding her while the rest of the office prepared to empty out around them.

Harper turned her head to look at Oliver, then she kissed him lightly on the cheek. “I still do want to…” she said softly. Oliver’s breath hitched at the soft press of her lips against his cheek, the gentle gesture sending a jolt of warmth through his entire body. Her whispered confirmation that she still wanted o follow through on her promise was more intoxicating than any demand he could make. “Good,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky register. “Because I have been thing about that mouth all day.” His hands moved from her back to frame her face, thumbs stroking along her jawline as he tilted her head to capture her lips properly. The kiss started of slow, exploratory, savouring the taste of her after hours of enforced professional distance. When he pulled back just enough to speak again, his blue eyes were blazing with raw need. “Show me then. Get on your knees for me.”

Harper moved to kneel on the floor in front of him. Slowly, she unbuckled his belt, looking up at him through her lashes. Oliver’s breathing grew heavier as he watched her kneel before him, the sight of her looking up at him though those lashes making his entire body ache with anticipation. His hands gripped the arms of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain some semblance of control.