Page 102 of The Unlikely Heir
“Who knows what’s going to happen in the future? An asteroid might hit the Earth tomorrow, and the world will end,” I say.
“Actually, we’ve been tracking near-Earth celestial objects for years, and there is currently no threat to the planet.”
“Way to spoil my grand point with logical facts,” I say.
Oliver arches an eyebrow. “Sorry. What is your grand point?”
“My grand point is we don’t know what the future holds. But I do know I can’t be without you now.”
It’s true. On so many levels, I can’t imagine not having Oliver in my life. I think we’re both realistic enough to know that if we have any semblance of friendship, or any contact at all, we’re always going to end up back at this point.
My heart pounds in my throat, waiting for Oliver to reply. He’s the logical, sensible one. Surely, he’s going to argue against the recklessness of continuing this. And it’s going to break my heart when he does.
Oliver studies me for a few heartbeats. “I don’t think I can be without you either,” he says finally.
The relief flowing through me makes me giddy.
“So we just continue this without anyone finding out,” I say.
Oliver fixes me with a sharp look. “What, and hope it burns itself out before any of the hard conversations have to happen?”
From my perspective, I’m pretty sure my feelings for Oliver are an eternal flame. A coal-seam fire like the one in Australia that’s been burning for six thousand years.
“Yes.” I decide not to share my coal seam-fire theory with him. Besides, who knows how Oliver really feels? He’s told me he loves me, but his flame for me might be a birthday candle, easily extinguished in a single breath.
There’s a crease between Oliver’s eyebrows as he processes this.
“I have to say, I’ve never really done this ostrich-in-the-sand approach to life before, but I can definitely see the appeal,” he says finally.
“You can?”
“Definitely. Because it means I now get to do this.”
He leans forward to brush a kiss over my lips.
“And I get to do this.” He moves on to kissing my chest.
“And this.” He kisses me on my stomach, then ventures even lower.
“Oh, I definitely like it when you do that,” I gasp as he wraps his lips around my cock.
He pulls off to give me a wolfish smile before continuing his ministrations.
And proves yet again his wicked, wicked tongue has other talents besides delivering cutting retorts to his political opponents.
The way he worships my cock, licking and sucking and swirling his tongue, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
I’m a gasping, spluttering mess by the time he comes up for air. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on.
“So…um…do you want to…?” I ask.
Oliver’s gaze instantly heats, but then it morphs into a frown.
“As much as I’d like to take you up on that offer, I don’t have anything with me,” he says.
It takes me a moment to realize what he’s saying.
“Oh, right.”
