All Chapters of Paperwork and Hearthbeats: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Oliver’s hands tighten possessively on Harper’s hips, pulling her flush against him so she can feel exactly how much she affects him. The initial tenderness from moments ago has been replaced by a simmering desire. “I would never fire you for having an opinion,” he says firmly, his gaze intense. “In fact, I would be fucking insulted if you did not challenge me. That is what I respect about you.” He lowers his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and neck, his teeth grazing lightly against her skin. “But right now,” Oliver’s voice is a low growl against her throat. “I need you to stop thinking about work entirely.” His mouth finds the sensitive spot just below her ear, his tongue tracing a wet path along her skin while his teeth graze the shell of her ear.One hand slide down from Harper’s hip to cup her ass possessively, lifting her hips against his erection. “Because if you keep tal

“You are absolutely incredible,” Oliver says, turning onto his side to face Harper fully. His fingers trace gentle patterns along her hips where the blanket has settled. “I have never been with anyone who gets that turned on by being so close to getting caught.” His expression turns more serious as he looks down at her. “But for real– next time we are ordering pizza instead of Italian so we can actually enjoy it without worrying about interruptions.” Harper laughs lightly. “Just go get out food,” she orders with a smile. Oliver groans dramatically at her command, though the smile playing at his lips betrays his amusement. “Yes ma’am,” he says with mock formality, pulling himself up from the sofa with obvious reluctance.Oliver grabs his sweatpants from the floor and pulls them on quickly before grabbing his wallet from the coffee table. “I will be right back,” he promises, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead. “Do not move from this spot. I want you exactly like

Oliver’s expression shifts from annoyance to intrigue as he listens to Harper’s description of Knox’s new campaign. The mention of using regular models instead of typical industry standards catching his attention immediately. “Revolutionary?” he repeats thoughtfully, resuming his seat beside her on the sofa. “Knox might actually have a good idea of once. Using real women instead of skeletal teenagers could be a powerful statement.” His frustration with his own workday seems to melt away as he focuses on this new professional challenge. “What kind of models is he thinking about? Curvy? Plus-size? Athletic? The choice of models will make or break this campaign.”Oliver picks up his fork again, eating more deliberately now that his mind is engaged by the potential of Knox’s idea. “Marius will love the concept– he has always been vocal about diversity in advertising. But Knox will need help executing it prope

Marius’s head fell back, eyes squeezing shut at pure ecstasy washed over him. The controlled executive melted away completely, replaced by raw, uninhibited desire. “Fuck yes, just like that,” he rasped, his voice thick with need. One hand tangled tighter in Clare’s hair while the other gripped the desk so tightly his knuckles turned bone white. The rhythmic suction of her lips sent shockwaves through his entire system. Every nerve ending focused solely on the incredible sensations she was creating. He could feel himself swelling even harder inside her hot mouth, losing all sense of time and place beyond this office. “Do not stop,” he pleaded hoarsely, his hips starting to move in sync with her rhythm. “God, Clare. You feel so fucking good.”Marius’s breathing grew heavier, each inhale ragged and uneven. Th controlled façade he usually wore had completely dissolved, replaced by a raw vulnerability that made her heart

Around Midnight Marius left to go home, but on his way, he decided to stop at a bar. Inside the small, rustic bar, the lighting is low and cozy, with a golden, amber glow. Several people are seated closely together on bar stools, their backs mostly turned toward Merius. They are dressed casually– t-shirts, jeans, and simple tops– suggesting a laid-back social setting. One man in the middle wears a patterned shirt and sits slightly hunched forward, engages in a discussion about football. Towards the middle-left, there is a man standing and playing an acoustic guitar. His posture is relaxed and some of the other people in the bar are paying attention to his performance. Marius walks toward the wooden bar counter, polished and warmly lit from above by hanging lamps with dark shades. Behind the counter are taps, bottles and bar equipment.The walls are dark and decorated with framed pictures, posters and various memorabilia contributing to a cozy, slightly eclectic fe