All Chapters of Paperwork and Hearthbeats: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“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 l

“Come here,” Oliver murmured, reaching out to pull Harper up from the floor and onto his lap again. His arms wrapped securely around her waist as he settled her comfortably against his chest once more. “Let me hold you for minute.” His hands began smoothing down her rumpled clothes, straightening her shirt and adjusting her red leather skirt back into place with tender care. The professional CEO mask had completely fallen away, leaving only the man who was utterly captivated by his secretary. “You were amazing,” he said quietly against her hair. “Absolutely perfect.”“Well, I am glad you liked it,” Harper said, her voice still laced with embarrassment and her cheeks coloured by a light blush. Oliver’s thumb gently stroked the pink blush on her cheeks, his expression warm with affection. The sight of her bashful reaction after being so bold sent a protective surge through him. “I loved it,” he corrected softly, his voice dropping to that intimate whisper he reserved only for y

“It was my first week, he asked me out for a drink and… and we had a one-night stand,” Harper said bluntly and then she held her breath waiting for Oliver’s reaction. His entire body went rigid, the protective hand on her thigh tensed instinctively. For a long moment, he said nothing, simple staring at her with an unreadable expression as the city lights streamed past outside the car window. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken emotion. Finally, he let out a short humourless laugh that held no warmth whatsoever. “So, while I was busy think you were this innocent little thing straight out of college, you were sleeping with one of my junior executives.” His voice was dangerously calm, each word carefully measured. The driver up front seemed oblivious to the storm brewing in the backseat. “And how many times since then?” he asked quietly, turning his head to look out at the passing traffic. “Has he been bothering you? Making passes at work? Because if he has–“ He sto

“Subtle, huh?” Oliver murmured against her mouth. “I like that. Means I will have to work harder to keep up with my girlfriend’s sneaky possessiveness.” His tongue traced the seam of her lips before sliding inside to taste her more thoroughly. The wall at her back became an anchor as he pressed her against it, letting her feel exactly how much he had been anticipating this moment all day. When he finally pulled back for air, Oliver rested his forehead against hers while his breathing remained ragged. “The pizza will arrive soon,” Harper protested weakly. “And it is my turn to do the dishes.” Oliver groaned dramatically at the reminder of real-word responsibilities, setting her back down on her feet reluctantly. “Pizza can wait. Dished can definitely wait.” He checked his watch quickly before shaking his head dismissively. “Driver knows out address. He will leave it at the door if we don’t answer.” His hands framed her face again, thumbs brushing along her cheekbones as he studied ev

“It is adorable how impatient you get,” Harper said with a bright smile. “Most me don’t put in the work like that.” Oliver’s expression softened completely at her compliment, a rare blush colouring his cheeks. “Impatience is my biggest flaw when it comes to you,” he admitted gruffly, lowering himself fully onto the mattress beside her. His large hands framed either side of her head as he propped himself up on his elbows, studying her face with an intensity that bordered on reverence. “Most men don’t know what they are missing,” he continued quietly. “They want easy conquests or women who play games. You are different.” His thumb brushed along her jawline tenderly. “You make me work for it and I fucking love every second of earning your attention.” The confession hung in the air between them, vulnerability exposed beneath layers of CEO confidence and possessiveness.“Good,” Ha