"So, spill." Ollie says the moment the door to the hotel suite closes after we've returned from breakfast.

"Spill?" I repeat, hoping he's not asking why I went full blown mental patient during the breakfast with Denise.

"Yes, I can tell something is wrong so let's get it all out there and figured out before you let it fester."

"It's really nothing, Ollie. I'm fine." I say although it's clear we both know I'm not.

The truth is since the moment I've come back and seen Ollie as more than only a friend I've also become the world's most jealous human.

This knew and icky emotion is something I've never quite had to face before.

The most jealous I ever got was in school when Matilda Williams received a higher mark than I did on a term paper. That, and well, when Ollie would ditch me for his friends. More specifically, Tally.

And now I realize, I'm not only seeping with jealousy but I'm also a liar. Not only to Ollie with trying to convince him but to myself.

Because there's been multiple times I've been overcome with jealousy.

Tally at the bar, Tally when we were teenagers, Thylane when I saw pictures of them at the cafe, but also every article insinuating the two of them were actually a real couple.

Then, a vivid memory of three months before I came to London whirls around in my head. When I had talked Jeremy into renting Summer's End for a date night.

That was a massively terrible idea.

"Mmm, no babe. That wasn't nothing. What is it? The long distance?" He asks crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

I gulp and let my head fall back, "No. I'm just jealous." I admit with a long exhale.

His dark brows lift and he removes his hat with a smirk and tosses it to the unmade bed. "Jealous? Well jesus, Murry, I can't do much with that."

"I know. I know it's wrong and I need to get over it. I'm just trying to figure out how to overcome it because this is not something I'm used to."

"Well, considering I've spent the majority of my life as a jealous twat let me enlighten you." He slinks over with his crooked grin and suddenly I'm aware that the room has increased in temperature for some reason.

"Okay," I'm hoping for some uncharacteristicly good advice but the way he is looking at me like he's still hungry causes the heat to build between my thighs.

"There's no way around overcoming jealousy. Jealousy is a relentless bitch that you learn to live with." With his heavy gaze and slow stalking I find myself backed up to the door and excitement filling my veins.

"That's not the life changing advice I was hoping for, Oliver." I say, intending to sound coy but I only sound like I'm scared. He chuckles and his green eyes drop from mine and rake down hovering for moment on my mouth then slowly scales my neck and lingers on my chest.

"I'm a simple man, Muriel." He eyes me through his dark lashes as his fingers draw out the strings ruching the neckline of my dress.

Oh, my. I'm in trouble.

I want to say something demure and sexy and impress him or throw him off somehow, but the only thing I can do is giggle nervously like an idiot.

If someone can write a book on how to be sexy I'd buy it and devour it in a day. A self-help book on sensuality. Sex appeal for Dummies. That would be most helpful.

"It might be a bit cave-man of me, but I rather like you jealous." He admits and cocks his head as his finger hooks into the slack fabric of the neckline and pulls on it. "Like I've told you before, jealousy looks beautiful on you." My cheeks and chest flush while desire pools between my legs just by the sound of his deepened voice, and my position against the door.

He waits a moment for me to speak, but I'm unable to put even two words together.

His lips threaten to smile but instead the tail of his dark brow cocks and he steps closer, the warmth radiating from his body encases me like a cage against the door while the front of his muscled body becomes flush with mine.

"Do you have anything to say to that?" He coaxes and his fingers begin trailing up my thigh, making the impossible task of speaking an even harder one.

"I'm-I- um, frazzled. I'm frazzled." I studder, my voice breathy and quiet.

"I want to fuck you against this door, with you in this dress."

My eyes widen in shock and I gasp, meanwhile, his hand continues upwards the fabric of my dress lifting high until he reaches the strap of my polka-dot panties. "And you're wearing these new polka-dot panties? Do you know what you do to me, Murry?"

"Uhh," My voice shakes and my skin feels as if it's alive, highly sensitive to my clothes suddenly much too tight and the sun dress fabric much too heavy.

"What do you want me to do to you?" He probes, probably aware I'm a total mess at the moment. His roaming hand, skirts over the lining of my panties and it takes everything to not press myself back against him. He smirks and pins me with his eyes while the tips of his fingers torture me by not touching me. "Say something dirty, Murry." His lips continue to spread wide.

"I-I I'm flustered and don't know what to say." Somehow, I'm able to pull myself together to form a sentence. 

He chuckles and completely removes himself from me my body aches and pulses everywhere and I have to force my thighs tightly shut to get some form of relief. 

"Well, how do I know you actually want me to fuck you?" He drops to the edge of the bed and kicks his shoes off while snickering. 

It's obvious I want him, I nearly melted into a puddle seconds ago.

"You're being mean." I bite out, suddenly annoyed but completely bothered. This isn't fair, I'm a total idiot when it comes to this sort of thing and he's...Well, not.

"Mean?" He chuckles and leans back on his hands his dark green eyes don't waver from mine. "I'm playing and I want you to play in return, being 'mean' as you say is all done in good fun. I want to know what you like, clearly, you liked what we did last night-"

"Jeez Ollie, why do you have to be so graphic all the time-." I cringe and stomp through the room and enter the bathroom because I don't know why. He laughs and flops all the way back onto the bed with his long legs folded over the side. 

I steal a glimpse from the bathroom and inappropriately stare at his crotch not hidden at all by the joggers he has on. When did I turn into such a pervert? 

The ache between my legs continues without mercy and I refrain from pacing in the bathroom, so I leave and kick my white tennis shoes off then lift the blankets and crawl in keeping one eye on Ollie and the other, well on Ollie.

"You know you're the most beautiful girl, right Murry?" He asks me turning his head to give me a serious look.

"Uh, I think I'm average-."

He bursts into laughter and shakes his head, "Rubbish. You are, plain and simple. I want you to be comfortable with me."

"I am."

"No, you clam up every time the conversation turns sexual."

"No," I argue and narrow my eyes, "I can talk about sex, but talking dirty like you do is a totally different thing."

He cracks a smile and rolls to his stomach then asks, "Say something dirty, anything. Break the ice."

"I'm not doing that." My lips quiver into wanting to smile at how ridiculously immature this conversation is, but I somehow remain in control and keep a straight face.

"Say... You make my pussy so wet." 

"Oh my God!" I physically tense then find a pillow nearby and throw it at him. He catches it laughing and tosses it aside.

"Say it, and I'll drop it. Come on, please!"

"I am not saying it."

"Come on, then. I'm never going to drop it. Say it and I'll never ask you to talk dirty again."

I shake my head and draw up my knees to my chest.

"You...make...my...." He coaxes slowly and I reach over and grab another pillow and swat him with it. "I'm not going to fuck you until you say it." He says using his arm to block the pillow then stands from the bed.

"Fine." I settle and roll my eyes. I may be addicted to him after last night, and this morning...But, I'm not some sex-crazed teenager. I'm a grown woman and I don't need him for that.

"Fine." He mocks and walks from the bed into the en suite bathroom, turning and lifting his shirt over and off his head. "I'm going to shower, want to join? You rather enjoyed shower sex last night."

"No." I cross my arms and look away from the tight abs and V of his hips, that has my core heating all over again. 

"You sure?" He giggles and shimmies down the joggers and steps out of them. "Five words, that's all I'm asking for."

"I'm all set." I say grabbing my phone in an attempt to try to keep busy.

"Okay, your loss." 

I have self-control. I do. 

I do.

I can manage just fine without having any sort of sexy time with Ollie. I went twenty-five years without needing it from him, dang it. So, I don't know why I'm having such a hard time now. 

He showered, with the door open, and took what seemed an extra long shower. Then I decided I wanted him, hoping that would help with the restlessness but that didn't work either. I'd hope he'd pop into the shower when I was in it, but he didn't. When I redressed I found him sleeping in the bed like the little situation at the door after breakfast had never happened. He's snoring away clearly not at all bothered. Meanwhile, I feel like I'm ready to burst at the seams. 

Instead of waking him, I take a seat in the chair with my phone and quickly download a non-fiction book on woman's sexuality and attempt to read it.

I skim it and pick up a reoccurring theme of it's imperative to be comfortable with your partner but more importantly, it's crucial to be comfortable with yourself. 

Well, maybe that's my problem? I'm comfortable with Ollie, I always have been but I know I'm not comfortable with myself. I approached anything sexual as a chore before. Get it in and get it out, then move on. There was no pleasure or satisfaction on my end so I never really delved into what I like. 

I know I like everything Ollie does. Even when he talks like...that. 

I very much like it when he goes between my legs with his mouth. And everything last night was incredible- even now as I'm thinking about it I find myself blushing. 

It's obvious I am getting in my own way, yet again. I close out of the book on my phone when I realize I'm reading about what I want to do instead of actually doing it. This is good, I may make a fool out of myself, but at least I'm now aware of my faults.

Standing from the chair I pause a moment debating how I wake him up, but then decide to crawl over him. 

Ollie rolls onto his back and his eyes open slowly as his mouth spreads into a lazy smile, "Bored yet?" 

"Yes. I'm horny." I admit knowing I'm bright red but ignore it.

"Oh? It's my lucky day then." His hands find my thighs and give them a squeeze, "I still want those five words though."

"And I want you to go, you know, go down on me." I say from my perch on his waist. 

His eyes go round and his smile takes over the majority of his face, "Bloody hell. Say the five words first." His tongue darts out along his lips, so I quickly fold over and catch it and shake my head.

I suck on his tongue and then bite his lip, then sit back up, "You first-"

Ollie flips us, and I let out a yelp and start laughing when he fits between my legs like he belongs there and begins kissing my chest and neck. 

He shimmies up the dress to my ribs and peppers a trail of kisses down my stomach then begins to nibble on the sensitive skin on the inside of my upper legs. My breathing is already labored and my hands mess into his dark hair as I watch him. 

"You're so beautiful, I love you like this." He says quickly then goes back to pulling my soaked panties with his teeth, then finishes the job by yanking them straight down my legs.

Finally we've got them on the same page. 49 chapters later LOL

We can all relax....For now.

Let's vote, do we really think Ollie was napping? Lol

We've got a tiny time jump coming, a few days or so.

Thanks so much for reading!
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