"So even Oliver will fall in love someday, huh?"
"Of course, he will. The guy's not a monk. Can't he have a little fun?"
"Getting all spruced up for a girl, that's not something you see every day."
George strolled over, a smirk playing on his lips. "Mind your own beeswax, will ya? What's it to you if Oliver's got a girl?"
The group shared a knowing look, and suddenly it clicked. That gal must be future Mrs. Baldwin!
...
Oliver set his bag on the dining table, the warmth of his spacious office wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He was pulling out his lunch from the bag when he sensed someone inching closer behind him.
He turned and found himself face-to-face with Josefina.
Trapped between the cold, hard desk at his back and Josefina's warm, yielding form in front, Oliver didn't need to think twice about his next move.
With a predatory gleam in her eyes, Josefina reached out and deftly removed the glasses from Oliver's nose. Her voice was sultry, laced with a playful laugh. "Are you scared of me?"
Oliver's breath hitched, his gaze burning into Josefina with raw intensity. With a swift movement, his right hand circled Josefina's slender, soft waist, pulling her closer.
The air between them crackled with tension as Josefina's body pressed against Oliver's, her eyes locked onto his.
The atmosphere grew thick with unspoken desire, and Josefina's wandering hands began to explore. Her fingers slid into the waistband of Oliver's pants, creeping upward. Her eyes never left his face, a mixture of innocence and longing that Oliver found irresistible.
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