Olivia's POV
Christopher settled on the couch, looking like a confident billionaire. He spread his arms along the backrest, eyes fixed on me like a predator eyeing its prey.
"Come here," he commanded, patting his thigh with a smirk.
I climbed onto his lap, facing him, my knees sinking into the plush cushions on either side of his hips. My dress rode up my thighs, and I could feel the heat of his body through our clothes. His hands gripped my waist, holding me firmly in place.
"Do you remember the rules, or should I remind you?" His voice was low and teasing.
I bit my lip, trying to focus despite the overwhelming sensation of his body pressed against mine. "Tell me again. Just so we're clear. And I'll ask if I have any questions."