We stop abruptly outside a grand-looking, terraced house covered in colourful, flowered vines and, as we rush through a giant blue wooden door that Oliver deftly kicks shut behind us with one foot, we start kissing the lips off each other.
Somehow, we manage to kiss our way upstairs to a giant soft bed in a room with enormous patio doors overlooking terracotta roof tiles down to the twinkling blue sea. The view is breath-taking. It feels wrong not to mention it at least.
Oliver allows me two seconds of polite small talk.
‘Ooh, what a simply stunning view of the.…’ Before he launches me onto the bed, and straight into heaven.
My floaty floral dress practically disintegrates under his touch. My bra needs even less encouragement and, unusually, instead of preferring to be wrestled off, pings off with just one smouldering look. Oliver yanks his clothes off and lies next to me naked. I can barely look at him. He is unbelievably well-maintained. I run my hand across his chest and slowly down towards his stomach. I am suddenly overcome with longing when he takes a sharp breath in. My touch is sending him wild.
‘Oh my god,’ Oliver mumbles, his mouth unable to decide which nipple tastes best. He breaks off to kiss my face, my lips and then my neck. His hands roam down to my knickers, slipping inside to cup my bare bottom and haul me on top of him.
‘You are so gorgeous!’ he cries, holding me tightly to him. I can feel his erection throbbing against my nethers. After some frenzied, passionate kissing and rubbing up against each other, the mood shifts, and he kisses me slowly. I feel his hands gently roam across my body, snaking down my spine, peeling down my knickers. It is unbelievably sensual. He rolls me onto my back and lies on top of me.
‘I am going to kiss every single inch of you,’ he says, looking into my eyes, sending shoots of desire through my whole body. Now is definitely not the time to mention that we are breaking several rules in the Life Coaching Code of Conduct.
My mind is immediately cleared of all things regulatory, because Oliver, it turns out, is a man of his word.
Chapter 37
IdiscoverOliverhastaken the whole day off work to help me. Well, he’s certainly helped with a few things so far. I haven’t felt this buzzed for years. I’m all giddy and high from endorphins.
Hoorah!
'What now?' he asks, as we lie entwined together in a tangle of sheets.
My mind is ablaze with possibilities. Does he mean what now in terms of sexual activity? What now for the rest of the afternoon? What now for our relationship? What now for the rest of our lives together?
Men, they ask the most loaded questions, don’t they?
I gaze lustfully into his sparkling eyes. They are full of something. Adventure, passion, mischief. I never want this magical moment to end. I should try to impress him with how fun and spontaneous I am. After all, that is a very hard act to follow in terms of vibe and endorphin-levels.
‘Erm, maybe we could go swimming with dolphins? Or paragliding?’
Or looking for rings and wedding venues?
‘I meant back to the bank to register you as autonimo for your taxes, or to the office to sort out the ledgers?’
He even makes ledgers sound sexy. I sigh dreamily.
‘No,’ he says. ‘Definitely do not look at me like that. We’ll never get anything done otherwise. I’m barely keeping it together as it is.’
Against my better judgement, we get dressed in a fit of girlish giggles as we hunt for our clothes which have been flung about the room. I catch a glimpse of myself reflected in the glass doors leading onto the balcony. My face is radiating bliss and my hair is twice its original size. I can’t help but notice that I have a positively sexy aura about me.
I turn to give him a look. It must be smouldering because he growls sexily and grabs me to him, kissing my neck and peeling down my bra straps. ‘What did I say about giving me that look?’
Instantly, we are lost in another frenzy of passion. We start kissing again and I am flooded with endorphins that take over my entire brain. Before I know it, my underwear has evaporated against his manly, hot body and we are going at it like rabbits again.
Oliver is definitely one Happy Bunny.
All the excitement has made Oliver incredibly hungry again. I, of course, am not hungry in the slightest because endorphins have suppressed my appetite. As we walk hand in hand along the promenade back towards my office, it’s all I can do to refrain from skipping. I am trying not to, but I’m smiling as though I’ve just won the Euromillions jackpot rollover. Oliver has a dewy-eyed look about him too.
‘Let’s buy lunch for the others before we go back and sort out your business affairs,’ he says.
He is EVERY lovely word I can possibly think of.
We stop off to buy crusty sandwiches, crisps and diet sodas to take back to the office.
‘Milly-May has agreed to support our marketing for free,’ screeches Ava excitedly, as soon as I walk in. She waves her phone at me so that I can see lots of photos of Milly-May in skimpy swimming suits draped uncomfortably over beds, balconies and sun loungers with the hashtag law of attraction hashtag live your best life. It has attracted lots of interest from her many, many followers. ‘In exchange for some life coaching from you.’
