Oliver’s hands tighten possessively on Harper’s hips, pulling her flush against him so she can feel exactly how much she affects him. The initial tenderness from moments ago has been replaced by a simmering desire. “I would never fire you for having an opinion,” he says firmly, his gaze intense. “In fact, I would be f*****g insulted if you did not challenge me. That is what I respect about you.” He lowers his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and neck, his teeth grazing lightly against her skin. “But right now,” Oliver’s voice is a low growl against her throat. “I need you to stop thinking about work entirely.” His mouth finds the sensitive spot just below her ear, his tongue tracing a wet path along her skin while his teeth graze the shell of her ear.
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