Thank you for all the reviews, they are so uplifting and make me all gooey on the insides (which I'm led to believe is a good thing :D ) I never imagined it would be liked this much. Love you all and please enjoy this update I send to you with a big grin. Oliver may be fictional, and a one in a million guy, but writing him makes me so happy and I'm so glad other people feel that too.

Anyway, enough of my blabbing. On with the real plot:

Ollie's a man whore… or is he? *Dramatic Music*

Chapter Twenty Three; Touch Me.

Surprisingly Ollie didn't try anything for the rest of the morning. He was a perfect gentleman if ever one did exist. Well…perfect would be the wrong word to use. He was cocky and teasing but that was just Ollie. And for Chloe, it was pretty damn close to perfection. The god's couldn't have created a better man. And that was an entirely different issue. She knew she was not the only one to have admired him, or even to have held him. Another reason she would not trust her heart to him. But this was a reason she had wiped out from under her feet in an argument stemming from another book discussion.

"Mistress of Dark" She handed it back. "Ollie, it sounds like a bad porno. I'm not reading that. Why would you even buy that?" She re-crossed her legs on the sofa, waiting with her hand extended for him to take back the book. He didn't. Instead he took seat next to her.

"Read the back." he instructed. She sighed resigned and turned the book over.

"Business woman Rachel is pulled from her safe and secure life by her three friends and their boyfriends for a hiking trip. Fed up with the amount of love flowing in the cottage she talks a midnight walk and falls head first into a barrelling romance of her own." Chloe flickered her eyes up to him sceptically. He smirked and nodded back to the words. "How will she react when the stranger she cannot run from finally becomes part of her life? How will she deal with the changes he brings to her once boring nights?" She stopped reading the rhetorical questions and set the book on his knee dismissingly. "Ollie. You didn't buy this. It's the very definition of a chic's sex book." He shot her a cocky smile.

"Actually I did buy this. And I rather enjoyed it thank you." He wasn't even ashamed to admit it.

"Why would you buy this?"

"It's a rather funny story. See; I was saving this woman and she had it in her purse. Her entire bag spilled everywhere as she ran and I figured, being the hero I am, that I should return it. But there was no one at her apartment and nowhere safe to drop it off. So rather than breaking her door I figured I would wait. And I got bored and had a quick read. I got hooked and bought a copy for myself so I could finish it."

"Do you really expect me to believe any of that?" she questioned. Oliver wouldn't have the patience to wait for some terrified woman, and he had no objection to shimmying up a window or leaving things outside.

"Okay no. But it's better than the truth."

"Now I really want to know. Did you tights make you feel feminine and you got the itching to read some sex novels?" she teased.

"There not tights. And no."

"So, you moonlighted as a transvestite before the vigilante thing and picked up a book?" Admittedly she was enjoying this a little too much, but it didn't mean she would stop.

"No and no."

"Ahhh, so that must mean one of your previous lay's locked you in or you couldn't get out for some reason and you had to wait for her to wake up… so you got bored and started to read."

"There was a dog." he confessed.

"A dog recommended the book to you?"

"No. I couldn't leave because of the dog." She curled over with laughter. "Yeah yeah. Laugh it up. But it was huge. It almost bit my leg clean off." He laughed along with her despite his remarks.

"Serves you right. If you weren't such a playboy these situations wouldn't happen." His laughter died, dragging hers along with it.

"A playboy? You think I'm a playboy? Of all the things I've been called by women I never expected you to be calling me a playboy."

"Oh com'on Ollie. Before Lois charmed you, you would bed anything with long enough legs."

"And I can't change?" he challenged rhetorically. "You of all people should know that's not true." This situation was taking a turn into dangerous waters. It was the second dig he'd made at her specifically and she wasn't letting this one slide.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she countered, suddenly on her feet standing up to him, though her small height robbed her of a great deal of power. He paused, not answering. "Com'on Ollie. Speak your mind" she coaxed.

"Nothing. Just forget I said anything." He stood, dodging to the side of her, wanting an exit from the conversation.

"No. Spill it." She ducked in front of him, blocking his escape route. He couldn't just say something like that and expect to walk away.

"Seriously, Chloe. Let it drop." He stepped around her. She took his arm tightly. They would finish this.

"No. If you've got something to say, then you say it. Now Ollie. Or I'll walk out this door and just let anybody at me."

"Chloe you can't use that-"

"Then tell me what the hell you-"

"Jimmy. You yourself saw how Jimmy changed." He snapped, unable to quell the tension rising in his blood, bubbling to have her know just how much she meant to him. He knew the Jimmy topic was sore, he didn't want to hurt her like that, but she wouldn't let it drop at all. He had no option but to rip away the bandage, zero anaesthetic. "The man of your dreams couldn't handle you, couldn't trust you anymore. Then after he died, you changed. I told you how I felt about you Chloe. You told me you weren't ready and I accepted that. But then you go off, gallivanting with anyone who'll have you in your fancy dresses and on your idiotic dates."

"So this is about you're manly claim on me being ignored? How does that have any similarities to the claim that you've changed. How many women have you been with since you told me how you felt? Can you even count them, or should I wait for the shoes and socks to come off?"

"That's none of your business."

There was an ancient saying about not poking a sleeping bear; Chloe was 100% ignorant to it currently and stabbing a stick straight into his wounds for maximum damage. His temper was already white hot and she wasn't letting him cool down.

"Right, because you haven't changed. Maybe you got a little wiser. Maybe you're not making headlines. Maybe you see the bigger picture to life that isn't between a woman's legs. But deep down, you're still the billionaire who fucks his way through every city he rests his ass in. You'll still own the party plane and flit your money away on maids, take-out, women and booze. Because you can! You have no right to say you've changed like I have. Change is when your life gets thrown upside down. Where you don't even feel like you can breathe anymore. When every step hurts so much you don't even know if you can make it. So, you want to know why I can't have a relationship with you? Because you can't do relationships. You're not the relationship guy. I don't want to be another one of the many." Stubborn tears rolled solitary down her cheeks and she let them fall, not bothered by anything but the anger spurring her further to hurt him. How dare he compare himself to her?

"You want to know? Do you really want to know how many woman I've been with? I'll admit I've seen my fair share. And yeah, I've had a pretty easy life, what with my parent's death, boarding school and being forced into a career I didn't want. But I'll tell you right now; ever since I felt something for you I haven't even touched another woman. I haven't plastered myself over newspapers for attention. I haven't found a single bit of peace in my drink since you started with your replacement men. And still I couldn't bare the thought of another woman. So you want to know how many? I'll tell you. None. Not a single one." He sunk down, exhausted and feeling the freezing water thrown over his once fiery fury. "Some playboy it makes me. So whipped by someone he can't have that he lost interest in all the rest." She froze her rant, everything hurtful dying in her mouth leaving a taste she hated more than herself at that point. She had not been expecting that at all.

"Ollie.. I…" But what could she say? She just naturally assumed, never even thought different for a second. She had been so wrong. How did you remove that feeling? She felt like she had just walked head first into a thunderstorm. Could Ollie be the one? Or would he just break her harder and faster when she finally let him in?

The watering eyes cleared to show Oliver's back as he walked off, to vanish into his study and shut out the world. Without thinking she sprinted forward tugging him back around and wrapping her body to his. Lips to his: an instant connection soaring and shredding their bodies. It was an urgent need for both, but not for the feel of colliding flesh. It was the need for comfort, for the unspoken words to flow freely. Ollie's arms pulled her close, lifting her from the floor so she wouldn't have to stretch. She ensnared her legs around his waist, deepening the kiss and allowing her tongue into his warmth. Her head was spinning, not with lust or uncontrolled passion, but with another emotion that required just as much attention. She was crashing, craving, crawling to reach him, to feel him like this for the rest of forever. For all the times she had told herself not to feel for that man her heart had continued with its own agenda, beating for him. All the times he'd-

The shrill of the telephone burst into their bubble and they broke apart, him for a groan, her for a quiet laugh. Her forehead rested against his, letting herself get lost in his captivating eyes.

"Let it ring." he purred in a whisper. She felt her heart moan again, thumping in her chest.

"Ollie. It could be important." It appeared rational thinking was driving her head now.

"Don't care. Leave it."

"Ollie." She smiled and he groaned again.

"Fine. But we'll finish this later." he promised, his chocolate orbs diving into hers searching for any hesitation. Sighing he hugged her tighter to him and, with her along for the ride, answered the phone. Chloe rested her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped possessively around as she heard a female on the other end. A few 'yes's later he scrunched up his face and swore silently. 'What's wrong?' she mouthed. He shook his head and returned to the phone.

"No." he spoke into the receiver. "Of course I didn't forget." His expression said different and she had to press her lips to his shoulder to muffle the giggle. "No. Yes. 8 o'clock. Yes." He rolled his eyes. "Yes. Thank you." Finally he slipped the phone from his ear and back to its holder.

"What did you forget?" she asked.

"Ball tomorrow at 8." he stated and found her expression the same as his was.

"That's tomorrow?"

"Yep. Looks like I'm not the only one without good perception of time."

"I have a good excuse. I had a lot to deal with this week."

"So you did." he agreed.

"So who was it? The organiser?"

"Nope, Brighter Blues wanted to know if you wanted any last minute dress alterations."

"And do I?" she asked.

"Nope. I had this one made to your size." He grinned and she dropped all humour.

"You had them make me a dress? Ollie, there's one in the closet right now I was going to wear. I don't need another one."

"Oh but this one is so pretty." he whined like a child and let a grin dominate his face.

"I'm going to go out on a limb and say its green. Right?"

"It could be." he allowed. "You have the heels. Remember when you got drunk…" he left the reminder fresh for her to relive all over again.

"Ohhh. But these are so much comfier." She stuck out her legs around from Ollie and slipped down. The white slipper boots he had bought her were decorating her feet. "Do you think they'll let me wear them?" she teased, tilting her head innocently.

"If you pull that face they'll let you come in your pyjamas." He grinned. "If you're lucky…" He dipped his head, lips at her ear "I'll let you come in your pyjamas tonight." Her stomach fluttered alive with promise before she could remember to be offended at his words. He winked and was dancing backward with her toward the stairs before she would argue. "Unless you require my services now." he purred seductively. His eyes roamed from head to toe then back again, mentally undressing her. She twirled out from his hold in a defiant motion.

"Maybe, if you're good, I won't be the only one." she taunted and sashayed her hips as she left for another cup of coffee.

Oliver leaned against the doorway to the kitchen an hour or two later, mesmerized by the clueless dancing and wiggling of hips Chloe was performing to her iPod's song of choice. He'd only come back for a coffee re-fill and to hunt down his Queen instead he'd walked into something else entirely. He was about to make his appearance known till she suddenly froze and then clapped her hands together with a gleeful 'oh!' slipping from her lush lips. Recognition of a song she liked? Then she did something he didn't expect at all, she picked up the lyrics and let them float around, filling the kitchen with her quiet song. Oliver snuck back, hugging the wall and just poking his head around the corner. He hadn't heard her sing before. He wouldn't pass up the opportunity.

"I'd only ever kissed before." she breathed, taking on the role of whatever character sang to her. Oliver rose an eyebrow, his attention fully focused. Just what was she singing about that required such a breathy tone and seductress swing of her hips. Her left hand rose up, the wooden spoon still in hold as she spiralled it around with the gaining tempo only she could hear. "Now all I want to know; is how to go. I've tasted blood and I want more. I'll put up no resistance. I want to stay the distance. I've got an itch to scratch I need assistance." The chorus kicked in and the volume of her song kicked up a little more. "Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me. I wanna be dirty. Thrill me chill me fulfil me, creature of the night." Seriously? This was not helping with the pure thoughts. Oliver didn't know whether to comply with her wishes, or laugh. She had a beautiful voice though.

Like a true gentleman he let the lady finish, and she did so with style. A one footed spin with the spoon held high as she came to a dead end opposite him with a face of shock and quickly reddening. With the one free hand she tugged the earphones from her ears and tried to ignore the evident grin plastered across him.

"How long have you been there?" she asked already knowing she was long past safe territory and firmly standing in a land called 'Humiliation'. How long she'd be staying in this unwelcome land was up to his next answer.

"Long enough." He smiled and stalked toward her, taking the spoon from her hand. Some strawberry mixture laced the tip and he sampled, his tongue in quick flickers, never taking his eyes from hers, letting the message of 'this could be you' fill her head. Chloe's blush heightened and she turned back to the counter to wallow in her doom; she would never get her dignity back. Not from that man anyway. "I find myself wondering which creature of the night you're referring to though. And be aware that a wrong answer may cost you dearly." She expelled a laugh despite her embarrassment and let Oliver turn her back around in his arms.

"Rocky." she simply answered. Oliver made a buzzer sound.

"Nope. Wrong name." She laughed again and took the spoon from him to finish licking herself.

"Nope. Not wrong." she corrected. "It's the music from Rocky Horror." His expression remained questioning. "You know… The Rocky Horror Picture Show."

"What is that? Some musical porno?" A smile lit up her face again.

"I can't believe you haven't seen it. You have been seriously deprived." He shrugged.

"That's what I have you for." he replied and bent to lay his lips to hers. He didn't even need to dive his tongue into her mouth for her to taste the trill of strawberries. It was all over his lips. She giggled around him and broke off. Oliver shot her a killer smile and hopped up onto the counter at the side of her. His eyes wandered down to the kitchen surface as she threw the spoon into the washing up bowl.

It seemed his darling had been making more than show tunes, a strawberry cheesecake sat looking as close to perfection as she was, except this didn't squeal in delight when he ate it.

He pinched one of the decorating strawberries between his thumb and finger throwing it up and catching it in his mouth. It was skill he had perfected over years of board meetings.

"Hey." she complained and re-arranged to cover the gap he had made.

"Tasty" he complimented, licking his fingers with a smug satisfactory grin. She let out a sigh with the slow shake of her head. "What's in there?" His fingers walked along the counter pulling a bowl of red syrup closer to him. Chloe rolled her eyes, but answered his enquiry.

"It's extra sauce for the topping. I made a little too much. I thought I could save it. Maybe put it on ice-cream or a cake. I don't know… What?" Oliver was giving her this un-inferable expression she didn't know what to make of.

"Be a doll and pass me a spoon would you?" Sighing she passed him the wooden spoon she made just washed. He smiled. "Ta Chloe." Naturally, the spoon went to the topping mixture then to his awaiting mouth. He let out a praising moan of delight. "Delicious. You gotta taste this." His empty hand pulled her to the counter between his legs, his lips flush against hers, his tongue easily allowed to trade flavours with hers. Strawberry buzzed alive in both their mouths, the added sherbet fizzing against her.

It had been after a childhood fiasco and accident in the kitchen Lois had figured out how well strawberries and sherbet mixed. After that it seemed wrong to eat them by themselves when you could amplify the flavour so much more. Lois had shared it with Chloe as soon as she had found out, and now Chloe wanted to share the experience with Oliver. But add in a kiss and the deliciously temping berry of fizz turns to an electrifying firework show for your mouth.

Chloe hooked her arm around him, pulling closer, deepening the kiss and pulling the experience further against her taste buds. Magic sparked, thunder rolled inside her body, the caged beast rising to have its demands met once more.

Would the sexual need ever cool? It was like every move he made against her turned her to mush. Granted it was mush that demanded to be drowning in him and rolled in the throws of the sweet music he made from her, but mush none the less.

"Fuck. Chloe." he breathed against her as they broke off for restoration to the seriously deprived oxygen. The fizz throwing around in both their mouths. "What the hell is in that?" She managed a giggle, her body held up only by the counter and his arms.

"Sherbet." she simply stated. He rose an eyebrow at her. "Lois." The one word explained a hell of a lot.

"Remind me to thank Lois when I see her next." he swore. "God I feel like I exploded." His eyes found her. "You look like you did." He commented drawing another laugh from her. "Oh… woops." Chloe followed his eyes, finding them on the left side of her neck where the partially sauce covered spoon had been caught in their collision painting her neck blood red with sherbet and strawberry.

"Ollie" she whined and made a grab for the towel, her skin recognising the fizzle of the sugar against her and starting tickles. He caught her hand and she was back caged by his jeans on her thighs. "It tickles." she protested between giggles.

"I suppose I better clean you up then." His hand slipped the spaghetti strap from her shoulder then ran through her hair, pinning it back as his lips assaulted her neck. Holding her in his lock, his tongue lapped against her pulse, feeling it rocket up to oblivion as he played her till she was clean. Clean and malleable putty for his hands. Her eyes were closed, her thoughts lost on some distant plane of existence that involved nothing but Oliver.

Her rocket ship back to earth came swift as his tongue pleasurably plundered her mouth, his hunger morphing into another kind. He shimmied from the counter, pulling the top up over her head and two fingers making easy work of the so called 'complex' bra clasp. She gasped as the bra was discarded to one side and her more urgent issue became the jeans still covering her.

The blood was raging under her skin, wanting the contact, wanting him deeply inside her, pounding against her sweetest of spots like only he knew how. Fingers attacked the intricate design of jeans, furious at the buttons and zips. Why not just padlock them?

Work stopped as Oliver's mouth found purchase against her breast and she had to grip his forearms to stop from making personal greetings with the floor. The man had a tongue capable of many things. Business, arguments, teases, caresses. But by far, her favourite was when it was on her body, driving her insides wild and throwing her up the steps to that big O.

His teeth lightly scraped against her nipple and she moaned loudly, then blushed that she was even capable of such a sound. Ollie held her tighter, biting a little and she virtually clawed at him for more. She was so sensitive, feeling a deep rolling push through her body at his contact. Her blood boiled under her skin, heat practically radiating from every cell.

Forgetting everything else but her need her fingers went for round two against the cursed stupid invention that was the mechanics of jeans. Why had she not worn a skirt? Thankfully, ever the hero, Ollie saved her from the loosing battle, not too heroic to chuckle at her attempts though, and lifted her from their carcass to sit on the kitchen table. The slipper boots were off next, the rest of the underwear followed. Somehow he had lost his shirt in the process, but the jeans stayed strong and Chloe sensed that struggling battle return for revenge.

In her urgency she locked her legs around his, her fingers slipped between as he suckled and fondled her breasts. She'd barely made contact with the enemy zipper before Oliver's long fingers wrapped around her wrists, pulling them back and placing them on his chest. Sure, it was a nice chest. A fantastic chest. A chiselled homage to the gods, but she wanted something else. Oliver chuckled around her lips and manacled her hands again.

"Ollie. I want… I need…" She was desperate and he was denying.

"Pants come off and I'm in you." he warned. He knew she would always prefer to be in control that the one being controlled, but he threw it all out the window for his act of possession.

Chloe groaned, was it not the point that he be thrusting inside her? Had she missed some new revelation about how to have mind-blowing sex? She highly doubted it and her hands wriggled free to set back on her task. She didn't get very far before she was back in his hold. This time she was amiss his lips on hers. Her eyes opened to a cheeky and outsmarting grin. "Do I need to set you across my knee and teach you some patience?" he teased and her lower regions throbbed, almost quivering in the sinful words coming from his mouth. "I'll keep that in mind for later." He winked, noting her reaction. She threw herself closer to him, her core wet, warm and glossy against him.

"Ollie. Please." she begged, grinding herself to make her point. She couldn't help it. He was her drug of choice and possibly the only other thing but coffee she desired to die from overdose on.

Finally his fingers made contact across her folds, diving into her warmth in abandon of his cares. She let her head drop against him, her eyes close; feeling took over every inch of her body. The friction was deliciously sweet, restless and rising in her blood. Another finger joined, curling up inside her. How could he play her body so well? His tongue thrust against hers, mimicking what he was doing with his fingers. She moaned against him in chase of the pleasure. He delivered and she soared straight to heaven, held to his body till she returned.

"Hey." Ollie smiled, pushing her hair back from her eyes.

"Hey." she replied. Her tongue ran out to wet her lips. "Now can you loose the jeans?" Her breathing was raspy, demanding and insulting his previous choice to leave them on.

"There's just one tiny thing I want to do first." His eyes pleaded and she waved him forward while she crashed out on the kitchen table. He returned back with the strawberry sherbet sauce mixture. Her gaze questioned the action. Ollie just smirked and took back his stolen control. "Lie back." he instructed. She followed; her thinking along the lines of 'What's the worst that could happen?' She closed her eyes, letting the tingle of the sugar buzz across her body in the blazing trail his fingers left. From breasts to hips her skin fluttered alive with the mixture and when he finally let her up she saw the branding in un-miss-able bright red painted across her.

'O L I V E R ` S'

"Ollie!" She pushed at his shoulder as he laughed before joining in herself. "We talked about this." she reminded him.

"I suppose I should erase it then." he sighed melodramatically and pinned her arms down with his hands, his tongue slowly disappearing from view before she felt his sparks as he traced the letter's again. She writhed under his mouth, his teeth nipping strategically and she felt that warm flooding of her nether regions in anticipation again as he circled her nipples with his silent claims. His tongue swirled around her peaked buds in turn, following with quick flickers and raising with the arch of her back.

"Ollie!" she cried in despair. Faking dejection he pulled her back up and pulled her legs to bind back around him. Somehow… magically (or not so, considering his fast fingering techniques) the jeans buttons were all popped, the zipper down and he let himself walk out of them. Her amazement didn't have chance to bloom before his mouth insisted upon her cooperation and all thinking went further south for them both.

She could feel him; long, hard, thick and sliding in her plentiful juices against her folds, his hips rocking.

She held tighter, her back meeting the wall and his cock driving back home, inch by glorious inch spreading her till she had him all. Her moans filled out, each shallow movement rocking deep inside her and making the anticipated big O look all that more spectacular. She could feel it building fast, pressing her insides, coiling and ready to explode. Each rock grazed her peaked nipples against his pecs sending warm caresses of energy to her inner enchantress.

"More." He'd doubt she even knew she was asking for it, she looked completely consumed, but he obliged, like he always would. Her grip tightened, his movements that of a wild man and answering her every call.

She was so fucking hot, boiling him inside her as he slammed into her again. Her passion filled cries echoed his head, her tight nipples trying to tear their way inside his chest.

Lips collided for dominance; a fight he would always win.

Like a habit her legs pulled tighter, her hands clawed deeper. Temperatures rose. Familiar choirs of sex resonated. Her lips gasped around his, his fucking hitting that spot of no turning back and she came hard around him. Her head dropped to his shoulder, the moans vibrated through every molecule and with two more thrusts he let himself go inside her. His hot seed milked by her spasming walls.

He wanted so badly to tell her he loved her, to spend the rest of the day with her in his arms learning every centimetre of her. Inside and out. He bit his tongue though, knowing better. It didn't mean it didn't hurt. Ever more so when she crashed against him, kissing his neck lazily, hugging herself to his body. He wrapped her in his arms, closer to him. Maybe he couldn't have her heart yet, but it ached a whole lot less with her locked around him. Her anchor in the storm of passion. He kissed the top of her head lovingly and closed his eyes; wishing.

But right now she wanted sex. No feelings. No strings. No emotional torment. Nothing but him in her. Just the collision of flesh. And for now, that was what she got.

Bless little Ollie, he only wants to be loved.

Anybody want to love him? Anybody? *Looks over the sea of screaming girls as they jump up and down with hands in the air* Seriously, nobody wants him? How sad. Oh well, looks like Chloe's going to have to find another reason she can't love him then have that knocked down too. It's so hard for her.

Oh! There's a nice ball soon. Chances are that something's going to happen. Now I just need to figure out what that something is.

Have fun readers. I'll see you on the next chapter.