"I am yours," she said softly. "I promise. No more gifts from anyone. I am sure you will make it worth my while." Oliver's entire body visibly relaxed at her complete surrender, the possessive tension melting into pure adoration. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he processed the weight of her promise. "Good girl," he praised thickly, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to hear you say that." His hands moved from her back to slide up alone her ribcage until they cupped both breasts firmly through the red laced bra. Thumbs circled her nipples slowly while his lips returned to assault hers hungrily. "You will never regret choosing me," he vowed against her mouth between kisses. "I will buy you everything you want– jewelry, designer clothes, whatever makes you feel like the queen you are." The possessive promises flowed freely now that boundaries had been established– he would shower her with material wealth while excluding all competition completely.
"Just don't go overboard," Harper said in a sensible tone of voice. Her hands moving to the back of his head to comb through his black hair. Oliver's features softened instantly at the note of practicality in her tone, a rare smile reaching his blue eyes. "Overboard? Me?" he scoffed playfully, nuzzling into her touch as her fingers worked through his messy strands. "Fine, reasonable limits then," he conceded with a dramatic sigh. "No diamonds until Christmas anyway." His hands stilled on her breast, tracing the edges of lace with deliberate slowness. "But seriously, I like that you keep me grounded. Someone needs to remind me when I am turning into a caveman about owning my girlfriend." The combination of her sensible voice and affectionate touch was surprisingly calming for someone who prided himself on control. He leaned into her massage reflexively, enjoying the simple intimacy of having her hands in his hair while she was half-naked on her bed.
"So, tell me," Oliver said softly, his voice losing some of its commanding edge as he savored the feel of her fingers against his scalp. "What does being mine entail for you?" His thumb began tracing lazy circles around her nipple through the red laced bra, testing how sensitive she was already becoming under his touch. The contrast between his rough business attire and her delicate lingeried felt like a deliberate challenge. As Harper considered his question he continued, "Does it mean I get to take you on business trips? Fly you somewhere exotic without warning just because I miss having you around the office?" His questions were less about seeking permission and more about painting a picture of their new dynamic. He shifted slightly, pulling her closer. "Or does it mean you are moving in with me eventually? Getting rid of your roommate entirely?"
"How about we take this slow," Harper suggested. "We can try one business trip, as long as you are not too distracted. And see how the sleepovers go before we officially move in together. Oliver's expression softened considerably at her reasonable approach to their relationship progression. A genuine smile touched his lips as he nodded with approval. "Taking it slow sounds smart," he agreed, his tone warming with affection. "God knows I rush into things professionally but personally… I want to get this right with you." His hands slid from her breasts down to rest on her hips possessively but gently. "One business trip sounds fair. Somewhere warm with a private beach so I can see you in a bikini I bought specifically for that purpose." The idea seemed to excite him immensely– planning future vacations based on seeing her in places he had previously visited solo. His competitive nature enjoyed the prospect of showing off his girlfriend while still maintaining professional decorum. "And sleepovers," he continued with a smirk. "Can start tonight since I am already here."
"Alright. It seems we sorted out all the logistics," Harper said satisfied. "Enough talk. More action." She leaned forward so her lips brushed against Oliver's lips. A low groan escaped his throat as her lips met his, the brief touch sending electricity straight through his system. His self-control shattered completely at the direct invitation for action. "Finally," he growled against her mouth, capturing her bottom lip between is teeth for a firm bite. "Talk is boring anyway." With newfound urgency, his hands slid down to grip her hips firmly, lifting her higher onto his lap until she straddled him fully. The friction of her bare skin against his clothed thighs made him hiss sharply. "My turn to show you who is boss now," he declared roughly, flipping them both over so he loomed above her on the mattress. His weight pinned her deliciously while his hands worked frantically at the final buttons of his shirt.
Harper helped him remove the white unbuttoned shirt and then her hands reached for the hem of his white undershirt, and she lifted it up, past his muscular torso. Oliver lifted his arms and helped her pull the undershirt over his head. After tossing the undershirt onto the floor, Harper pulls him down for another hungry kiss. The hungry kiss that followed sent sparks shooting through his entire body, his own hands scrambling to find the clasp of her red laced bra. "Fuck yes," he muttered against her lips when he finally succeeded, peeling the red lace away to reveal her breast completely. His hands immediately covered them possessively, thumbs brushing over nipples that hardened instantly under his touch. "You are trying to kill me with perfection," he gasped between kisses, lowering his head to capture one nipple in his mouth. He sucked deeply while rolling the other between his fingers, savoring the way she arched into him. His hips began moving instinctively against hers despite the remaining layers of clothing separating them. "I need to feel all of you," he growled against her skin. "Tell me you are ready for me to lose my mind completely." Harpers hands moved down to work on the buckle of his belt, while she muttered, "I am ready."