Chapter 359 Oliver vs. Nicole: She Says She Wants to Stick with Him

Chapter 359 Oliver vs. Nicole: She Says She Wants to Stick with Him
Nicole said seriously, "Oliver, I plan to stick with you for the rest of my life."
"What else? Do you have other ideas?"
"I'd like to, but I'm afraid you wouldn't agree." Oliver chuckled and pinched her cheek. 
“Of course not.” Nicole looked up at him. 
Oliver’s gaze swept over her lips, and then he leaned in and kissed her passionately.
“Are you being obedient?” he asked.
"No," she replied stubbornly.
He kissed her again, this time even more intensely.
Then he scooped her up and set her in the backseat.
The backseat wasn't spacious. 
When he placed her there, her back pressed against the car door.
He leaned in close behind her, bracing one hand against the window next to her ear and sliding the other up from her knee. 
His palm rested against the outside of her thigh, pushing upward through the fabric of her pants.
He lowered his head to kiss her. 
His lips pressed against hers, and when the tip of his tongue brushed her lower lip, he paused before sucking it gently.
Her hands rested on his shoulders as his hand slid up to the base of her thigh. 
His thumb pressed lightly through the thin fabric—not too hard, but precisely where it needed to be.
She took a deep breath, clamped her legs around his hand.
He unzipped her jacket, slipped his hand in from the hem, and pressed his palm against her lower abdomen. 
She flinched when his cool fingers touched her.
Her breathing grew rapid, and her hand slid from his shoulder to the nape of his neck. 
Her fingertips tucked into the roots of his hair as she gave a gentle tug.
His lips moved away from the corner of her mouth and traced a path down her chin. 
He paused at her neck, taking the skin beside her Adam’s apple into his mouth and gently sucking it. 
Then he ran the tip of his tongue over it.
She tilted her head back, exposing her neck, and felt his lips move downward as he pushed her shirt up, revealing her chest.
He leaned down to kiss her, pressing his lips against the skin just below her collarbone. 
As his tongue swept over it, she shuddered, and a soft moan escaped her throat.
His other hand moved from between her legs to rest on her waist, his thumb tracing circles in the small of her back.
His lips remained on her breast, sucking slowly as his tongue swirled around the tip.
She bent her legs and rubbed them against his side. 
When he switched to the other breast, she let out a low, muffled moan. 
Her hand slid from his hair to his shoulder, and her fingernails dug into his shirt.
He sat up and looked down at her. 
His lips glistened, and his gaze slowly moved from her face to her chest and then to her lower abdomen.
He reached down to undo his belt.
The zipper's sound was especially clear in the cramped car.
Holding her waist, he pulled her down slightly. Her whole body slid down, her back pressing against the leather seat and her legs spreading apart by his knees.
Only when she was drenched in sweat did Oliver slow down. 
He reached out and wiped the sweat from her temple. "You're so beautiful."
Her voice was soft and husky. "You bastard."
He gave a low chuckle.
Her face flushed crimson—clearly wanting it, but too afraid to let go.
“Don’t laugh,” she said.
"Okay." He pursed his lips, wiped his hands with a tissue, and helped her put on her clothes.
She stared at him.
“What, you want more?” he smirked.
She quickly looked away.
On the way home, Nicole was fast asleep in the backseat with Oliver’s black blazer draped over her, revealing half of her smooth, fair leg.
The black stockings she’d worn earlier that day lay next to her. 
Oliver pulled over, took off his shirt, and draped it over her legs before continuing to drive shirtless.
It had been a long time since Nicole had slept so soundly.
When they arrived home, Oliver carried her to bed. 
She slept straight through until she woke up hungry in the middle of the night.
When Oliver came out of the bathroom after his shower, he saw her examining the stockings. 
He felt a little guilty for ruining them.
When she saw him come out, she quickly hid them behind her back.
"I'll buy you a new pair tomorrow," he said.
"No need. I'll buy them myself." She tucked them away. 
"I'm going to take a shower first." She grabbed her pajamas and ran off.
Oliver watched her, the corners of his mouth twitching. 
When she came out of the bathroom, he was still sitting at the foot of the bed, waiting for her.
She tugged at the hem of her nightgown and looked at him.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Oliver stood up, walked toward her, and bent down to pick her up. “What are you doing?”
She hung onto him, frowning. 
What time was it anyway? 
Could he still be thinking about...?
"I'm carrying you downstairs to dinner," he said.
"You're in such bad shape," he added.
"I'm not," she said.
Oliver smiled. “Then how about a half-hour rest after dinner?”
"What would we do during a half-hour rest?" She caught a hint of mischief in his smile. 
"To check your stamina," he said.
She finally realized she’d spoken out of turn. "No."
"I want you," he teased her.
"Jerk," she muttered under her breath.
He gave a low chuckle.
She ate that meal very slowly. 
Oliver had finished long ago; he just leaned back in his chair and watched her with a relaxed gaze.
"Don't eat too much—it'll be hard to digest later."
He reached out and pinched her cheek.
When she finally finished eating, Oliver began clearing the dishes while she curled up on the couch, watching him.
“Do I look good?” He turned around and met her gaze.
"I’m way better-looking than those models on your phone, right?" He walked over and sat down next to her.
"Yeah," she replied.
Oliver twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. “I’m heading to England for a bit. Want to come with me?”