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he says with a wink.
    I giggle and gently smack his hand, "This is not the time, Oliver."
    "I know, but seriously, thank you for putting up with it, and not biting back. And also, for not blaming me for the things she says to you. You're not that type of person, I know, but a part of me knows that you have been tolerant for my benefit."
    I half smile and shrug, awkwardly. I am not the confrontational type, but yes, of course I'd keep my mouth shut for Oliver's benefit.
    "And as for it not being 'just you', you're wrong. I wouldn't want to make love to any attractive girl right now... I want to make love to you."
    Whoahoahoa... I simply stare, open-mouthed with my eyes as big as plates.
    "Sorry, sorry, sorry. I will stop doing that. It's not fair."
    No! It's fair! Keep saying it, keep wanting me... I can't even begin to explain how much I need to get naked with him and feel his warm skin against my naked body, have him kiss my neck, lick my skin... make long, hard love to me.
    God knows what's written all over my face as I fall into this idyllic daydream, because when I glance back at him, he has the sexiest smirk painted all over that gorgeously happy face of his. A subject change is a must! "Anyway! The wine is delicious isn't it, hmm?" I take a long gulp, dribbling half of it down my chin in clumsy nervousness.
    "Incredible..." he says, reaching forward to brush my hand away as I fumble to clean my face, and he smoothly runs his thumb across my chin before sucking it, making me whimper internally. Or externally... I'm not really sure. What the hell has gotten into him?!
    We simply gaze at each other for a moment, I don't even notice him edging closer to me because I'm too busy soaking in this sexy, flirtatious expression of his, so when his hand slips around the back of my neck and his lips ever so lightly brush against mine, I moan out loud in longing, my eyebrows drawing together and my eyes closing as I prepare for him to take it a little further and kiss me softly.
    "Hey, is this seat taken?" An irritating, loud voice asks, disturbing us, making us jump apart and fidget guiltily.
    "Hmm? Oh... uh, no ... go ahead," Oliver says politely, running his hand through his hair. He turns to look at me and blows out a puff of air. "Wow. That was..."
    "That was close!" I finish his sentence, nodding with a slight smile. "We should, er, we should probably make our way back now. It's all getting a little over-heated here."
    He sits up straight and rubs his delicious thighs with his equally delicious hands. "Quite right. Good idea. Quite right. Good idea."
    I giggle at his awkwardness as we step off the platform and head towards the lift area.
    The lift arrives and he stretches his arm out for me to enter, "After you.”
    The doors close behind him and he smiles before looking up at my face. He presses against me, taking me by surprise and before I know it, I'm pushed up against the wall beneath him, kissing like there's no tomorrow. The hairs on my arms... the hairs on my entire body, in fact, stand on end as I melt at his touch. He runs those strong hands up my sides and around my back until he's holding me so tightly against him that I couldn't move an inch if I tried... if I wanted to... which I don't.
    I moan quietly as our tongues play together, erotically, his breath warming my lips, his lips caressing me divinely. My arms wrap around him, my hands pressing against his wide back holding him against me as he slowly glides one hand down my body to my naked thigh, and as he grabs it and hoists it up his side, I yelp in desperation. I need him... I need Oliver all to myself in my bed tonight, so, so badly. I need that feeling of his weight resting on my naked, inner thighs... oh...
    "Oh god, Oliver..." I whine, biting down on his lip.
    "Clare, oh fuck... I've got to... I need you..."
    Before I can respond, our tongues are together again, passionately searching for more, our hands all over one another, our bodies closer than ever,