"If I am going to be your slutty CEO," Oliver purred, leaning closer until his breath ghosted across Harper's cheek. "Then you are officially my very beautiful assistant who knows exactly how to keep me in line." With deliberated slowness, his fingers worked to loosen the fluffy tie holding the robe shut. The fabric fell open revealing more of his sculpted torso and the defined lines of his shoulders. "You have no idea how much I have wanted you to tell me I look sexy. Saying it out loud makes it even better," he admitted quietly, his icy blue eyes fixed on hers intently. "You always look sexy," Harper said while her gaze roamed his exposed form. "This look is just lewder." She leaned forward so her lips brushed against his.
Oliver's breath hitched as Harper's lips met his, the suddenness of the kiss catching him off guard in the best possible way. His hands instinctively came up to cup her face, thumbs stroking gently along her jawline as he deepened the kiss with eager response. "Lewd?" he murmured against her mouth, a grin forming beneath the kiss. His tongue traced the seam of his lips, seeking entry as his grip on her face tightened possessively. The fluffy purple robe slipped further down his shoulders, pooling around his elbows as he leaned into her more fully. "I could get used to being called you slutty CEO," he breathed between kisses, his voice growing rougher with desire.
Harper pulled the purple fluffy robe further down Oliver's arms, pooling around his wrists and he pulls his wrists free and tosses the Purple fluffy rode onto the floor. Oliver's bare skin gleamed in the lamplight as he tossed the discarded purple robe carelessly aside. The sudden freedom from the constricting fluffy material seemed to invigorate him, and a confident smile played on his lips as he watched her appreciative gaze sweep over his naked form. "There now," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air between them. "Much better. No more hiding behind fabric meant for someone half my size." His hands moved from her face to her waist, pulling her flush against his heated skin. The contrast of his warm body against her light blue nightgown was electric. "You have no idea of difficult it was sitting next to you all evening with this thing on," he confessed, nipping gently at her earlobe. "Every time you laughed or leaned against me, I had to remind myself not to rip it off right then and there."
"Well, thank you for not ripping my favourite robe," Harper said with mock thankfulness. "And now every time I wear it, it will smell like you." Oliver's grin widened at her playful warning, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is that a threat or a promise?" he countered, nuzzling into the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. "Because I have to say, the idea of you smelling like me is incredibly tempting." His hand slid from her waist to her ribs, thumbs brushing against the sides of her breasts through the thin silk of her light blue night gown. The fabric clung to every curve of her body, highlighting the way her nipples hardened beneath his touch. "If that robe ends up smelling like me," he continued huskily. "Then I expect you to wear if often. Maybe even to work sometimes. Let everyone know who you belong to." His lips trailed hot kisses along her collarbone as he spoke, each word punctuated by gentle nibbles that sent shivers down her spine.
"I don't think it will fit my workplace attire," Harper said with a soft laugh. "But maybe there is a few shirts and sweaters from your wardrobe that will fit my style." Oliver's laughter joined hers, a rich sound that filled the quiet bedroom. "My wardrobe? Oh, I like the sound of that," he murmured against her skin, his teeth grazing her collarbone playfully. "Imagine you showing up at the office wearing one of by shirts. Every man in that building would know exactly whose shirt you are wearing." His hands slid higher on her ribcage, his fingers tracing the delicate lace trim along the neckline of her light blue nightgown. The silk was becoming increasingly transparent under his persistent attention. "Though honestly," he continued thoughtfully, lifting his head to meet her blue green eyes again, "I prefer seeing you in nothing at all. Your body deserves to be appreciated without barriers." He shifted closer on the bed until his thigh pressed against hers. The heat radiating from his bare skin was palpable.
"But if you want to borrow my clothes," Oliver continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as his fingers traced the delicate lace trim along her collarbone. "I have a few shirts that would look absolutely sinful on you. The kind that hugs every curve just right." His thumb hooked under the strap of her nightgown, pulling it down slightly to expose more of her shoulder. The silk slid easily under his touch, revealing smooth skin in the lamplight. "I would love to see you wearing one of my dress shirts to work," he admitted, his blue eyes darkening with desire. "Walking past my office door knowing I would be thinking of taking it off you later that night." Oliver's hand moved lower, tracing the edge of the silk over her hip before slipping beneath the fabric. his touch was warm and deliberate as he explored the soft skin of her thigh.
"Deal," Harper said with a satisfied smile. "I will wear your clothes, and you will reward me for it later." Oliver's entire demeanour shifted at her agreement, a predatory hunger igniting in his icy blue eyes. The satisfied smile on her face seemed to fuel his desires, and he captured her lips in a searing kiss that left no doubt about his intentions. "Reward you?" he growled against her mouth; his hands sliding possessively down her back to cup her ass and press her flush against this hardening erection. "Darling, I will give you rewards you won't even remember asking for." He broke the kiss only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down the column of her throat. "You have no idea what the image of you wearing my clothes does to me," he murmured between kisses, his breath hot against her skin.