“God, you look incredible down there,” Oliver rasped, voice thick with desire. “Keep looking at me like that while you do it.” His hips lifted slightly off the leather chair to give Harper easier access to the buckle, the movement involuntary as his body responded eagerly to her submission. The metal of his belt made a soft click sound as it came undone under her careful hands. “Don’t rush,” he instructed roughly, running a hand through her auburn hair encouragingly. “I want to enjoy every second of this.”
“We still have that reservation at the Italian place, so not too slow,” Harper said while unbuttoning Oliver’s pants. The reminder of their dinner reservation sent a flicker of urgency through Oliver’s expression, though the underlying hunger never faded. The combination of her teasing
