All Chapters of Paperwork and Hearthbeats: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Besides, I have been thinking about this all day. My patience has officially run out,” Oliver added as the doors slid shut, trapping them in the confined space of the elevator together. “I know what you mean,” Harper whisper so softly he barely heard it. “Just for clarity. How will tonight change the nature of our relationship. I mean is this a one-night stand or...” she asks hesitantly. Oliver’s expression shifted, the playful teasing from moments ago, replaced by a serious intensity. He reached out to gently take her hands in his, his grip firm and steady. “This is not just one night,” he said quietly, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “I have been watching you for months, Harper. Every time you bring me coffee, every time you organize my paperwork, every time you smile at me from across the office.” The elevator continued its descent, the soft hum of the machinery filling the silence between his words. His thumb traced small circles on the back of her hands, his touch deliber

Harper bit her lower lip and considered something for a moment. Her mind wondering back to earlier during the day, when she was on his desk, the way he kissed her... She feels the familiar heat rise in her core and she straddles his lap and kisses him deeply. Oliver’s hands immediately came to rest on her hips as she straddled his lap, gripping possessively at the fabric of her shirt. The sudden shift in position sent blood rushing south, his body responding instantly to the intimate contact. He met her kiss with equal ferocity, one hand tangling in her auburn hair while the other slip up her back to pull her flush against his chest. The kiss was hungry and desperate, all the pent-up longing from months of watching her from afar finally breaking free. His jacket that she had on slipped off her shoulder. His hands moved to the hem of her skirt, pushing it up impatiently, the cool air hit her skin as he exposed more of her to his touch, fingers tracing hot patterns along the sensitive

Harper moaned sweetly. “More?” she repeated. “I want everything you have to offer,” she said breathless. Oliver’s icy blue eyes darkened dangerously at her breathless declaration, a primal satisfaction surging through his. Hearing her beg for more of him was music to his ears. Confirming that she wanted this as badly as he did. “Everything?” he repeated with a wicket grin, adding a third finger inside her. The stretch was tighter now, filling her completely as he curled his fingers upward to find that sensitive spot deep within. “Yes, just like that,” she cried out softly, her hips beginning to rock against his hand instinctively. The combination of penetration and clitoral stimulation was driving them both closer to the edge. “Not yet,” he growled possessively, withdrawing his fingers suddenly. “I want to watch your face when I finally enter you for the first time.” He stood up quickly, positioning himself at her entrance with his throbbing erection. The tip of his cock nudged agai

“Our relationship starts and ends when we leave the building each evening. Understood?” Oliver asks sternly. Harper nods. “I understand. It is probably for the best. Would not want anyone catching us doing something inappropriate,” she agrees. Oliver’s shoulders relaxed visibly at her agreement, a relieved smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Exactly. Professionalism comes first, especially since we are in such a visible position within the company.” He leaned back against the pillows, pulling her closer so her head rested on the same level. The comfortable silence stretched between them for a moment before he spoke again. “But that does not mean we can’t plan ahead for after-hours,” Oliver suggested, his voice taking on a more playful tone. His fingers began tracing lazy patterns along her arm, enjoying the simple physical contact now that the serious conversation was concluded. “And maybe Saturday afternoon we could check out that new art gallery opening downtown? Or perhap

“Hearing you scream my name like that… it is everything.” Oliver said breathlessly. “Yeah, was it sweet and sexy wrapped into one?” Harper asked teasingly and breathlessly, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. Oliver let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest where she was still pressed against him. He pulled back just enough to look into her blue green eyes, a genuinely satisfied smile spreading across his lips. “Sweet and sexy?” he repeats. “That is exactly what it was,” he confirmed, brushing a damp strand of auburn hair off her forehead. “You are like some kind of magical creature who knows exactly how to drive me absolutely insane.” His thumb traced the curve of her jaw gently. “Sweet because you call me ‘my Oliver’ like it was the most natural thing in the world. And sexy because you came undone on top of me like that.” He shifted slightly, still connected to her intimately as he adjusted the blankets around her shoulders. “It felt like the most natural