This was his mistake, his inability to accept what she was offering. Would you like to view this in our UK edition? And just as he'd demanded, she came for him right there on the dance floor, her hips bucking against his hand as she buried her face in the soft fabric of his suit jacket to muffle a moan.
As her tongue delved into the warm recesses of his mouth, one of Oliver's hands began to make its way to the front of her dress, crossing over her hip and her abdomen before landing against the short hem at her thigh. Oliver gave it a good squeeze, reminding her of the earlier punishment she'd received for interrupting his business meeting with investors. Creamy legs ran for what seemed like miles before they stopped at the short hem with every muscle taut from the high heels she wore.
Her fingers were curled around his shaft, stroking up and down while applying a very pleasant amount of pressure with each motion. Oliver most definitely wanted to kiss her at that moment.