(OLIVIA POV)
The door opened without a sound.
Blake stepped inside and left the lights off. He had no phone in his hand tonight, and no tie. He walked to the bed and lay down beside me.
For a long time, he stayed still, just breathing in the dark.
Then his arm came around me and pulled me closer until my back pressed against his chest. His hand rested on my stomach—warm and steady. He kissed the back of my neck softly, once, then again.
I turned in his arms and faced him.
His mouth found mine. The kiss was slow and deep. His hand slid under my nightdress, pushing the fabric up until it bunched around my waist. He touched my breast, thumb brushing over my n****e until it hardened.
A small sound left me.
His fingers moved lower, between my legs. He stroked me slowly, teasing, then pu
