<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">He hadn’t gone far while she was on the phone, instead keeping his hand over hers in the most enticing way. By the time she was finished and hanging up to ask if she could share his address with Mac, Oliver was standing behind her and sliding an arm across her chest. Effectively wrapped up in him, Genevieve first looked down at their joined hands atop the desk before her gaze shifted to take in the way his arm crossed her chest so his large hand couple splay over her abdomen. Given her attire, that was a tempting spot for him to choose to rest his hand; half his hand was warm against the smooth skin of her abdomen while the rest laid over the spandex of her leggings. Briefly she realized it would be all too easy for that hand to slip beneath the wide band of her pants. Genevieve pushed that thought away just as Oliver’s soft voice filled her ear.<br/>
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What was he up to? was the better question. What were <i>they</i> up to? Gen knew their newfound interest in touching each other was a two-way street and it was a strange one. She felt conflicted from it, unsure. This man was someone she’d known for years, had always treaded carefully around, and it was constantly in the back of her mind that Oliver was strongly tied to her dead boyfriend. Yet there was no ignoring the thrill that raced down her spine from the way his lips lingered close, how she could feel the warmth of his breath upon her sensitive neck. The air felt electric from it; the desire was there. With the purse of her lips, a staggered little breath left through her nose and Genevieve was suddenly acting before she fully understood her actions.<br/>
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“I think it’s worth asking you the same question, Oliver,” Gen whispered back while leaning against him. His chest was firm upon her back, muscular arms encompassing and sheltering. Wanting to share in the inviting nature he was creating between them, she paused to swiftly pull up Oliver’s contact in her phone so she could retrieve his address, then forward it to Mac. While she did so, the hand held by his allowed her thumb to slowly brush against his own. Once it was done, she sat the phone on the desk so her free hand could brush her fingertips over the back of his other hand before allowing her hand to slowly push up the length of his arm. Her palm smoothed over inviting muscle, warm flesh, tickling arm hairs…and it was surprisingly blissful. Genevieve followed his arm up her body as best she could before allowing her hand to gently cup his neck, keeping him near and inviting him to come closer while she adjusted to look up at him.<br/>
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“<i>This</i> isn’t a game either,” she whispered to him, dark eyes searching the hazel ones she was beginning to enjoy more and more. Despite the warning he gave, she felt the need to give reason behind her actions before questioning his own motives. They were in a dangerous situation sure, but Genevieve was also leery Oliver himself could be trouble. “Mac can help us get into the files and hopefully that will tell us what side Nathan was on in all this mess. But…” After a moment of hesitation, Genevieve’s gaze drifted, taking in the firm curve of Oliver’s jaw, lips she had to admit wanting to know the taste of, before she smiled slightly, “What are <i>you</i> up to right now? What do you want, Oliver?” And because she had a feeling she knew that answer given the way he had come so close, Gen merely waited, gaze searching his in silent question.</span>