Okay...so I knew Ollie had a thing for me, but when he went all I-gotta-have-you-now and carried me to his large bed? That was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

Of course, that was until Ollie let me strip him of all his clothes and he was finally gloriously naked in front of me. God, he was sexy. Everything from his blonde hair and nerdy glasses to the way he kept his eyes on mine while kissing his way down my body.

Which was what he was doing this very second. When I thought about Ollie and I having sex–and I've fucking thought about it a lot–I've always thought I would be beyond anxious and self-conscious. Especially after my ex. But I wasn't feeling any of that right now. On the contrary, I felt like I was a big juicy steak and Ollie hadn't had a meal in months.

However, even though I was completely comfortable with him, I still found myself asking, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

When it was my turn to get naked, Ollie was the opposite of me. I pulled a Jackson almost, pulling at his clothes to get them off like my life depended on it. But Ollie was not like Jackson in that regard. Ollie took his time when he undressed me. He removed my shirt slowly before coming back in for another kiss. It was the same with my pants, too. I still had my panties and bra on now, though.

He stopped kissing me just below my belly button, those blue ocean eyes still on mine. "I'm looking at you like this, because you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And I know what you're going to think, Jamie. It's not a line. I mean it. You're incredibly sexy."

I believed him. But just to tease him a little I said, "But you haven't looked at me yet."

Ollie's smile was wicked as he said the same response to me that he did in New York. "I don't need to see you. I've always known you were beautiful."

I felt his fingers at the waistband of my black panties. But he hesitated before pulling them down, and I knew why. So to prove that I was prepared to walk through this door with him, I lifted my hips.

He took the hint immediately. Just like with my other clothes, he slid my panties down slowly–a little too slowly–railing kisses over my thighs and down my legs. Once those were tossed over his shoulder, he placed his body between my thighs again and captured my lips in another deep kiss.

These kisses grew more hungry and impatient. Didn't bother me, though. I felt the same passion he was feeling. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted anything else. So I hooked one leg around his waist and rubbed myself against his hard dick.

With a groan he broke this kiss. "Someone seems ready."

"Yes," I breathed when he started kissing my neck. "I'm ready."

He removed my bra, baring me completely to his hungry gaze. "I don't know if you're ready enough quite yet."

"What do you–Oh, God. That feels amazing."

Ollie took my nipple into his mouth and covered my other breast with his free hand. "Mmm. You taste amazing," he murmured against my skin before moving lower. "I wonder where else you taste amazing."

I was breathing so hard with anticipation that I couldn't speak. Then it finally happened and I felt his tongue on my clit. Pleasure shot through me like lightning, and I felt myself hooking one leg over his shoulder and burying my hand in his hair.

"Ollie," I moaned. "Oh, God."

He was a quick study and figured out exactly what made me crazy. Ollie would delve deep inside me with his tongue at the same time he worked my clit with his thumb. He licked and sucked at me endlessly–like he was a man who was perfectly happy with me coming against his tongue all night.

And did I ever. I lost track of how many times he pushed me over the edge. Now I wanted more.

"I need you," I rasped, desperate to feel him inside me.

Finally lifting his head from between my thighs, he sat up before reaching over to open his bedside drawer. "Shit."

"What is it?"

Ollie ran a hand through his hair before looking back at me. "I don't have any condoms."

I was silent for a second. In a weird way I was happy he didn't have any condoms. But that was mainly because not having condoms probably meant he hasn't been with anyone else. At least not recently.

To my surprise I said with a smile, "It's okay, Ollie. I'm on the pill and I'm clean. And I trust you. But if you don't want–"

He cut me off again with a kiss. This time was different, though. The way he kissed me was almost like those drawings I saw in his sketchbook. Intimate in a way that would have terrified me when he and I first met. But I welcomed it now. I welcomed him.

Ollie positioned himself better between my legs, lifting the right one as he continued to kiss me. He broke away from my lips to look in my eyes. I realized in that moment that he tended to do that a lot. Always trying to make sure he was reading me right and not pushing me too far. The way he cared about me chipped away at that giant Ollie-sized wall I put up last year. But right now I didn't care.

"Yes," he breathed against my lips. "Yes, I want you. I want every little bit of you, Jamie. And I'm clean, too." Stroking my bottom lip with his thumb he asked quietly, "I just want to make sure you're absolutely certain you want this. Because it's taking all of my control right now not to be inside of you."

Willing to reassure him as many times as he needed, I pulled his lips back down to mine. Not needing any further assurance, he slid himself deep inside me with one deep thrust.

We both moaned at the pleasure. I gripped his waist as my body adjusted to having him so deep and full inside me. I wasn't a virgin, but it had been a while. And he wasn't lacking in the size department either.

"Are you okay?" he rasped as his body shook against mine. Whether it was from the way it felt to finally be with me like this or the effort to not thrust, I didn't know.

So to answer his question, I wrapped my other leg around his waist, making him go deeper.

"Fuck," he groaned.

"Don't stop," I breathed against his lips.

He let loose after that–and I didn't mean in terms of speed. I assumed by how much he and I both wanted this that the first time would be hard and fast. But that wasn't the case. Just like undressing me, he took his time. He withdrew and re-entered my body with long, unhurried strokes. It was clear he was savoring every second of this. Savoring me.

I'd had boyfriends in the past. And plenty of sex. But nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing and no one.

Except Ollie.

***

Ollie was sitting up against the headboard of his bed while I was laying against his chest. After the two times we had sex, we decided we were both in need of a break. So, Ollie pulled the blanket over us and here we were.

"You're quiet," I said after a few minutes. "Are you worried about me regretting what we did?"

Ollie brushed my hair back before gently turning my face toward his. He gave me a soft kiss before he murmured, "No, Jamie. I don't think you regret it. And neither do I."

He was right. I didn't regret it at all. If anything, I was a little pissed at myself that we didn't have sex that night.

"Good." I exhaled a deep breath. "So, what is it? You're never this quiet."

His eyes shifted away from mine. "There's something I need to tell you, but I don't want to pop this blissful bubble that we're in right now."

Oh, God. What the hell did he need to tell me? My mind started imagining all kinds of things. Married with kids. Secret girlfriend. He didn't like the sex.

"Tell me, Ollie."

His blue eyes met mine again. "Harper called me."

My entire body froze at his words for what felt like hours. When I was finally able to breathe and speak again, I sat up and pulled the blanket tight around my chest.

"Harper called you. When? What did she say?"

Ollie took a deep breath. "She called before you came to the loft to rent it. It was before I knew you were in Paris. She was worried because they didn't know where you were."

I tried to think about how Harper got Ollie's cell number to begin with. They must have gone by my place and found it written down or something. But why call Ollie? They didn't know that I reached out to him after the wedding that one time. Harper would have known it was a longshot.

My eyes met Ollie's again–and that's when I knew. If Harper had called looking for me and told Ollie I was 'missing', he would have made her tell him what's been going on. And Ollie was stubborn. He wouldn't have hung up the phone without getting the answers he wanted.

"You know," I said flatly.

He nodded. "Yeah, I know. Jamie, I'm so–"

"No. Uh-uh. Nope." I shook my head and got up from the bed, taking the blanket with me. "We are so not talking about this."

"Jamie, wait!" He followed after me like I knew he would and blocked the open doorway so I couldn't leave. "Listen to me. I didn't say anything before because I knew you didn't want to talk about it. So, I've just been trying to be there for you. But tonight...things changed. Between us. I couldn't keep that from you." Another heavy sigh from a very naked Ollie. "Look, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, we won't talk about it. If you're having sex with me because you need to feel something–anything–to bury your pain, I'm fine with that, too."

I shook my head at him. "How can you be okay with that? God, it sounds terrible. Like I'm using you."

He cupped my face in his hands. "Jamie, that's not what I meant. But I know that's what you were probably worried about earlier, wasn't it?"

I didn't answer him. I didn't have to. He knew me all too well. I did feel like I was using him, and I hated that feeling.

"Listen to me," he continued, "you aren't using me, Jamie. We don't have to put a label on anything, and we don't have to have any expectations."

"How can you say that? I remember the night of the wedding clearly. You told me you didn't do one-night stands."

"And I don't," he stated. "But that's not what this is. Look, you know I have feelings for you. And I know you feel something for me, too. Even if you can't admit it to yourself."

I held his gaze, unable to deny what he said. "I can't be in a relationship."

"I know," he replied softly. "No labels. Let's just...be together. Enjoy each other. You came here to get away from the city and I want nothing more than to give you that. We can just have fun."

What he offered me sounded good, except... "So, friends with benefits? You can ask any of my friends. That never works."

Like, ever.

He chuckled at that. "We aren't them. We're us."

That made me smile until something occurred to me. "Wait, why didn't you call Harper back and tell her where I was after you saw me?"

"You needed space," he said with a shrug. "You needed time. If that's all I could do to help you, then I was going to do it."

Chip, chip, chip. More chipping away of that goddamn wall. If I wasn't careful, the whole goddamn thing was going to come crumbling down.

"That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"Yeah?" He pulled me close and brushed his lips against mine. "Because I think I can definitely top that."

"Oh really?"

He gave me a deep kiss as he held me–and I was so on board with round three if he was.

"Oh, merde," a feminine voice with a heavy french accent said from behind him.

Startled, we pulled apart instantly and turned to see a tall beautiful blonde woman standing in his doorway. She clearly had money judging by her designer clothes and her very expensive Louis Vuitton purse.

She looked back and forth between us. "I guess I should have knocked."

Well, this was embarrassing.

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First, thank you all for being so patient for this update and your support. I'm sorry my health is interfering with my writing.

But I'm so excited to post this chapter! I hope finally having these two together was worth the wait! They first met in book 4 (Tryst) now it's their turn to shine

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I definitely wanted their first time to be special. Hope I met your expectations!

New chapter coming soon!