"You make me want to be claimed," Harper admits with a soft smile, "I never really liked rough or possessive guys, but somehow it is different when it comes to you. I find I want you to be more possessive." Oliver's heart skipped a beat at her admission, the soft smile on her face sending a rush of warmth through his chest. The vulnerability in her voice as she confessed wanting his possessiveness was more intoxicating than any physical act could ever be. "You have no idea what hearing that does to me," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Knowing I am the only one who gets to see this side of you– the side that wants to be claimed and owned completely." His hands tightened possessively on her hips, pulling her even closer against him, despite the fact that they were both still connected intimately. The oversized black shirt had slipped off one shoulder completely now, revealing the smooth skin beneath. "I will be whatever you need me to be," Oliver promised huskily. "Your caveman when you want to feel dominated, or the man who worships every inch of you body when you need gentleness."
Harper searches his face. "That sounds like a dream come true," she says softly and kiss him lightly on the lips. Oliver's expression softened completely at her words, the last remnants of his post-coital intensity melting away into something far more tender. The light kiss on his lips sent a shiver through him that had nothing to do with physical arousal and everything to do with the emotional connection building between them. "A dream come true for both of us," he corrected gently, his thumb stroking along her jawline. "I never thought I would find someone who actual wants the real me– not just the CEO or the workaholic, but the guy wo gets jealous over a gay roommate and loses his mind when you call him a caveman." His smile was genuine now, reaching his icy blue eyes and making the dark circles under them seem less prominent. The morning sunlight streaming through the bedroom window cast a warm glow across their joined bodies, highlighting the intimacy of the moment. "You are not afraid of my intensity?" Oliver asked quietly.
Harper lightly shook her head. "Just wait until you see how intense I get, then you will see we are perfect for each other," she says with a light laugh. Oliver's eyebrows shot up in surprise at her confident response, a genuine laugh escaping him for the first time that morning. The sound was rich and warm, transforming his usually stern features into something much more approachable. "Is that a challenge?" he challenged playfully, his grip on her hips shifting to lift her slightly higher against him. "Because if it is, consider me accepting. I would love to see just how intense my little secretary gets when she is not busy filing paperwork." His lips brushed against hers teasingly as he spoke, the movement causing his semi-hard cock to stir inside her once more. The oversized black shirt was not completely fallen off one shoulder, entirely, exposing the curve of her breast peeking out from beneath the fabric. "You are going to keep me on my toes, aren't you?" he murmured against her mouth. "Constantly surprising me with new sides of yourself."
Harper nods with a playful smile. "But we have to focus," she says more seriously. "We still have to go to work… how about we take a nice warm bath and get ready?" Oliver's playful expression shifted to one of reluctant agreement, though his arms remained wrapped securely around her waist. The mention of work brought reality crashing back in, but the thought of sharing a bath together was incredibly appealing. "Fine, fine," he concedes with a sigh that was more resignation that annoyance. "But only if you promise to wash my back properly. And maybe give me a preview of that intensity you mentioned earlier." He reluctantly began to pull out of her, his movements slow and deliberate as he savoured the last moments of connection. The oversized black shirt clung damply to both of their bodies, the evidence of their passionate encounter visible in the rumpled fabric and flushed skin. "Let's get cleaned up then," he said, setting her gently back on her feet once they had separated. His hands lingered on her hips for an extra second before releasing her. "I will run the water."
Oliver moved toward the en suit bathroom, his bare feet padding silently against the floor. The morning light caught the muscles in his back and thighs as he walked, the slight sway of his hips still bearing the evidence of recent activity. "Water temperature preference?" he called over his shoulder without turning around. "I am thinking something hot enough to melt away all these knots from sitting at a desk all week." He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment before returning. The oversized black shirt Harper wore was not completely off one shoulder, revealing more of her collarbone and the top of her breasts. "Here," Oliver said softly, approaching her. "Let me help you out of that thing before it gets completely soaked." His fingers brushed against her skin as he reached for the buttons on the shirt. He slowly undid the buttons, causing the shirt to fall open and slide down to the floor, revealing her completely naked form in the morning light. The sight of her standing there– flushed, slightly dishevelled, and completely vulnerable– sent a fresh wave of possessive heat through him. "Perfect," he breathed out reverently. "Absolutely perfect." The bathroom faucet was running steadily now, filling the air with the sound of rushing water and steam beginning to billow out from the en suit bathroom.
Oliver gently picks Harper up and carries her bridal style into the bathroom, his movement surprising steady despite the early hour and their morning activities. Inside the bathroom the oval white bathtub is already half way full. The steam from the running water had already begun to fog up the large mirror cabin and windows– behind the partially closed white blinds, creating an intimate haze that seemed to wrap around them both. Oliver knelt carefully besides the large oval bathtub, lowering Harper gently into the warm water. He closes the faucet, before sliding in behind her. The tub was spacious enough for both of them to sit comfortably, with plenty of room left over for exploration. "Ahhh," Oliver sighed contently as the hot water enveloped his tired muscles. "This is exactly what I needed after this morning." His arms wrapped securely around her waist from behind, pulling her back flush against his chest. The water lapped gently at her shoulders as he settled in comfortably behind her.