As they laid there, Harpers fingers combed through Oliver’s damp black hair. “So lewd,” she mumbled. Oliver chuckled softly at her teasing observation, turning his head to press a kiss into her palm where it rested against his temple. “Can you blame me?” he murmured against her skin. “You are the one who started this whole thing by calling me sexy in that ridiculous purple fluffy rode.” His arm tightened around her waist possessively, pulling her even closer against his sweat-dampened chest. The intimacy of lying together after s*x felt strangely natural despite their professional dynamic. “Besides,” he added with a smirk, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her properly. “I think we have established that I am not exactly subtle when it comes to wanting you.” His free hand beg
