“They bet you wouldn't show."

Her smile was faint. "Well, their money's safe. I'm staying put."

With a click, the conversation ended, leaving the question hanging in the air from Dylan's lips. "A reunion? Why not go and enjoy?"

A twinge of sadness weighed on Olivia, but she kept her voice Light, playful. “I'd rather not. It's the day before our flight, and honestly, I'm not really in touch with many of them anymore."

Dylan respected her wish, drawing her close with a playful pinch and a kiss that spoke volumes. "Bedtime," he said, a soft reminder in his voice. "Deadline's tomorrow, isn't it?"

His investment in her dreams, a staggering sum that breathed life into the struggling magazine she worked for, was not lost on her.

“Thank you, Mr. Wright," she whispered, gratitude brushing against his skin. His touch then became gentle yet unfamiliar, stirring a nervous thrill within her.

She bit her lip, stifling any sound.

After a moment, Dylan withdrew his hand, whispering softly, "Are you okay?"

Olivia's response was a timid moan, a kitten's mewl.

Dylan's gaze held a depth of understanding.

They had never crossed that line, never ventured into intimacy beyond kisses and caresses. Now, his touch sought consent, a silent plea for her affirmation.

He never wanted to force her into something she might regret someday in the future.

And in that moment, her body spoke volumes, signaling her readiness.

Dylan yearned for her, a desire fueled by years of affection.

With Olivia nestled in his embrace, so delicate and inviting, how could he resist? Yet, a battle raged within hima clash of rationality and desire. In the end, he relinquished control, leaving the choice to Olivia.

Their foreheads met, his nose brushing hers, as he whispered, “Do you want it?"

Olivia's heart raced, her body aflame with longing.

She, a mature woman, felt the pull of desire for Dylan, her body responding to his proximity. Though reserved, her actions spoke volumes as she leaned in to kiss him, her intentions clear.

With a hand at her waist and another cradling her neck, he drew her close, his lips meeting hers in a fervent embrace.

Their passion ignited, a flame burning bright between them.

Sweeping her off her feet, he carried her to the bedroom, their hunger for each other palpable. His touch set her trembling, her body melting into a quivering mess.

But as he placed her on the bed, a hint of uncertainty crept in, and she reached out to him, seeking reassurance.

Leaning down, he silenced her fears with a kiss.