Oliver's POV.

Ela had turned the game around with one swift but smart answer. She always brought her A game, as usual.

I felt hot.

I didn't plan for it to happen, but it did. The thought of her undoing a few buttons played in my mind, and I wanted to enact it.

It didn't surprise me when I felt a strain on my trousers. Ela did this to me. I already wanted her, and if she had perhaps gone with the pace I set, I would have made it out of the night still able to control myself. Now, the only thing on my mind was pinning her against...