Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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I'd fallen in love with Ollie Thomas.
It wasn't hard. In fact, it was harder to not fall in love with Oliver. He's too good. But I have. I've plummeted head-over-heels, flat on my face, hopelessly and passionately in love.
I've always loved Ollie, but it's clear and I can feel it by the way I know I won't ever be able to get enough of him and the way he makes me the happiest girl in the world, I am in love.
Who knew he was right here this entire time. I've been oblivious and blind to him and what he could offer. Instead, I'd settled and it was unfair to me as well as Jeremy. My true happiness and the missing piece I never thought I needed until I did was in plain sight for twenty fours years. I simply needed to only have the guts and step out and grab for it.
"Ollie?" I whisper to him. I know it's nearing close to five AM, "Ollie." I say again, this time a little louder, and feel him stir on my stomach.
"No." He mumbles and buries down further slipping onto my stomach and sliding his hands beneath my back in an attempt to hold on.
"We have to wake up. You need to go back to your room."
He shakes his head, the scruff on his face tickling my bare stomach he's laying against.
He does this every morning. It's like dealing with a needy baby. I've caved and let him sleep in my room overnight, mostly because Gemma will be here to share it with me come today, so I wanted to get my Ollie fix in, and also because I may enjoy the things he does at night. A little.
I'm smiling wide, but keep my eyes shut, attempting to stretch beneath this giant man latching on above me tightly.
"Ollie, c'mon," I say threading my hands into his messy hair but do nothing to pull him off. The space between my thighs is already heating due to the lack of attention it's currently under when it's used to it in the morning. I'm pathetic.
"Are you about to use me then toss me out of your room?" He mutters beneath the blankets with his hands already starting to roam across my naked body.
If I could smile wider, I would. So I remain silent and roll my hips to press the center of me against his torso that's between my legs to give him my answer. With my movement, Ollie throws the blankets off from covering his head and gives me a fake glare.
We both laugh silently and he drops his eyes from my face and eyes my bare breasts then palms them kneading on them as he rests his chin on my stomach.
He rolls my nipples between his fingers and pinches them gently, knowing exactly what touching me there does.
My back arches and my legs open even wider from the attention he's showing. Ollie drops a hand between my legs and smirks with what he finds there. He swipes up the length of me slowly then removes his fingers.
