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    When we finally arrived at the estate, Alfred was waiting to greet us, despite thete hour.

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    “Good evening, Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter,” he said with a slight bow. “I trust the g was enjoyable?”

    “It was, thank you, Alfred,” I replied. “You didn’t need to wait up.”

    “No trouble at all, sir.” His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Mrs. Carter, shall I bring some tea to your room?”

    “That would be lovely,” Olivia said, and I noted how easily she’d adapted to having staff. “Thank you, Alfred.”

    “Very good, madam. I’ll have it sent up shortly.”

    As Alfred disappeared toward the kitchen, Olivia kicked off her heels with a sigh of relief. “These shoes are gorgeous but absolutely murderous.”

    “Want me to carry you upstairs?” I offered, only half–joking.

    “I think I can manage,” sheughed, picking up her shoes. “But I appreciate the chivalry.”

    We made our way upstairs to our bedroom suite. Olivia immediately headed for the bathroom to remove her makeup, while I loosened my tie and shrugged out of my jacket.

    “Did you enjoy the g?” I called out, unbuttoning my shirt.

    “I did, actually.” Her voice echoed slightly from the bathroom. “Aside from Victoria’smentary, it was fascinating to see that world up close.”

    “The charity circuit can be tedious, but the causes are usually worthwhile,” I replied, hanging up my jacket.

    Olivia emerged from the bathroom, face freshly scrubbed. Without makeup, she looked younger and somehow more vulnerable. She’d changed into silk pajamas that flowed with her movements.

    “The work they’re doing for those kids is amazing,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I had no idea you funded an entire research wing.”

    I shrugged, suddenly ufortable with her admiration. “It’s just money.”

    “No, it’s not just moneyi,/i” Olivia insisted. “It’s lives. Those children have a fighting chance because of that

    research.”

    “Well, when you put it that way…” I smiled, unexpectedly pleased by her perspective.

    A soft knock at the door announced Alfred with Olivia’s tea. I opened the door to find him holding a silver tray with a porcin teapot and cup.

    “Your tea, Mrs. Carter,” he said, cing the tray on the bedside table.

    “Perfect, thank you, Alfred,” Olivia said warmly.

    “Will there be anything else, sir?” Alfred asked me.

    “No, that will be all. Goodnight, Alfred.”

    “Goodnight, sir, madam.”

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    After he left, Olivia poured herself a cup of tea, the fragrant steam rising between us. She looked rxed now, the tension from the g melting away as she settled against the headboard.

    “I’m going to change,” I told her, heading toward the walk–in closet.

    I left the door fully open, a habit I hadn’t bothered changing since living alone. Loosening my bow tiepletely, I tossed it onto the dresser and unbuttoned my shirt, shrugging it off my shoulders. The cool air of the closet hit my bare chest as I unfastened my belt and removed my pants.

    I nced toward the bedroom, catching Olivia watching me through the open doorway. Her eyes widened slightly as I hooked my thumbs into my boxer briefs and slid them down my legs, stepping out of thempletely.

    Blood rushed south immediately as she continued to stare, her lips parting slightly. I hadn’t nned on giving her a show, but her reaction stirred something primal in me. My cock twitched, beginning to harden under her gaze. I made no effort to cover myself, instead stretching deliberately, giving her a full view of my naked body.

    I grabbed a pair of ck silk pajama pants from a drawer. I slipped them on without bothering with underwear, the silk material doing little to hide my growing erection.

    I walked back into the bedroom, noticing how the thin material of Olivia’s pajamas clung to her curves. Her nipples pressed against the silk, clearly visible and obviously braless.

    “Is that Earl Grey?” I asked, sitting beside her on the bed, close enough that our thighs touched.

    “Chamomile,” she corrected, offering me the cup. “Want some?”

    I took the cup from her hands, our fingers brushing. “Thanks.”

    Taking a sip, I watched her over the rim of the cup. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, slightly mussed from where she’d removed the pins that had held it up all evening. Without makeup, her face had a soft vulnerability that stirred something protective in me.

    “You look beautiful like this,” I said, handing the cup back.

    “Like what? In pajamas with no makeup?”

    “Exactly like that, Natural, Rxed.” I reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Not that you don’t look stunning all dressed up, but this… this is nice too.”

    She smiled, ducking her head slightly. “You’re just saying that.”

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    “I never just say things.” I let my hand linger, trailing down her neck to her shoulder. “If I didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t say it.”

    Olivia shivered under my touch. “The tea’s going to get cold.”

    “Fuck the tea,” I murmured, taking the cup from her hands and cing it on the nightstand.

    Her eyes widened at mynguage, but I could see the pupils dting with desire. I leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. She didn’t.

    Our lips met softly at first, a gentle press that quickly became more. I cupped her face with one hand, deepening the kiss as she sighed into my mouth. Her hands came up to my chest, fingers sying across my bare skin.

    “Alexander,” she breathed when we broke apart.

    “Tell me you want this,” I said against her lips. “I need to hear you say it.”

    “I want this,” she whispered without hesitation. “I want you.”

    That was all I needed. I kissed her again, harder this time, one hand sliding down to cup her breast through the thin silk. Her nipple hardened against my palm, and she arched into my touch, a small moan escaping

    her.

    “These need toe off,” I said, tugging at the hem of her pajama top.

    She raised her arms, allowing me to pull the garment over her head. Her breasts spilled free, full and perfect with pink nipples already tight with arousal. I wasted no time lowering my mouth to one peak, sucking it between my lips while my hand kneaded the other.

    “Oh god,” Olivia gasped, her fingers threading through my hair.

    I switched to her other breast,vishing it with the same attention. Her breast filled my palm perfectly as I squeezed, feeling the weight and warmth against my hand. Olivia’s back arched, pushing herself harder against my mouth as I sucked her nipple between my teeth.

    “Fuck, Alex,” she gasped, fingers digging into my shoulders.

    I looked up at her without releasing her nipple, enjoying the sight of her head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure. I bit down slightly, just enough to make her gasp, then soothed the sting with my tongue.

    “You like that?” I murmured against her skin.

    “Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.”

    I trailed kisses down the valley between her breasts, then back up to capture her other nipple. My hand slid down her stomach, feeling the muscles tense under my touch as I reached the waistband of her pajama bottoms.

    “Let’s get these off,” I said, hooking my fingers under the stic.

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    Olivia lifted her hips, allowing me to slide the silk down her legs in one smooth motion. She waspletely naked now, exposed to my gaze in the soft bedroom light.

    “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I growled, running my hands up her thighs.

    She bit her lip, looking almost shy despite her nakedness. “Your turn,” she whispered, tugging at my pajama

    pants.

    I stood to remove them, my cock springing free, already hard and ready. Olivia’s eyes widened slightly as she took me in.

    “Like what you see?” I smirked, climbing back onto the bed.

    “Shut up,” sheughed, pulling me down for a kiss.