“It doesn’t matter, because I have a boyfriend,” Harper said clearly and looked deep into his icy blue eyes. “And I made that clear to him.” The words ‘boyfriend’ and ‘made that clear’ struck Oliver like physical blows, his entire body tensing as if absorbing impact. For a split second, the possessive rage in his icy blue eyes softened into something raw and exposed–sheer relief mixed with profound vulnerability. “You are mine,” he breathed, the declaration raw and unfiltered. His hand moved from the door to cup her face roughly, thumb stroking across her bottom lip with reverence. “Say it again. Tell me you belong to me.” The professional setting dissolved completely as he crowded her against the solid wood surface, his other hand gripping her hip possessively. “I need to hear if from you
