Oliver smirks and I return it, giving him an amused, knowing look before sharpening my gaze, lifting my chin as I look him up and down. Leaning back against the counter, I undo the buttons on my shirt cuffs and make a show of rolling the sleeves, watching him as I consider what I’d like from him.

“Get on your knees for me, I tell him in a low, commanding voice, reaching up to push my hair back from my face. My palms press into the counter behind me and I bite my lip, eyes bright. “I want my cock in your mouth before I fuck you.”