But Owen…Owen plays me like a fine-tuned instrument he was born to play.
“Ohhh my God,” I moan, feeling the orgasm build up inside of me. It winds into a tight coil deep inside me, and the muscles in my thighs tense in preparation for what’s going to come.
Me. It’s me doing the coming.
I grab Owen’s arm, nails biting into his skin. The orgasm releases, rolling through every single nerve in my body. I’m still coming, pussy still wildly contracting, when he slips a finger inside of me, going right for my G-spot. He presses his fingers against it while gently rubbing my clit with his thumb.
Another orgasm comes on hard and fast, and this time, I come so hard Owen’s hand is drenched. Slowly, he pulls his hand out of my pants and moves over the top of me. Instead of lowering himself to me, he pulls my pants down. I’m still panting, still seeing stars and riding high. I try to lift my butt up off the floor so Owen can get my pants off.
Still trying to catch my breath, I feebly pull him onto me and attempt to take his shirt off. I can’t quite get my hands and arms to work like they should, and stars are still dotting my vision. Owen flashes his trademark cocky grin, knowing the reason I’ve been rendered useless is him and him alone.
He pulls his shirt off over his head and moves back down between my legs. He’s on top of me, completely naked, and nothing has ever felt better. Inhaling deep, I regain a bit of control over my body. I bend one arm up and run my fingers through his hair. He nestles his face in my neck and gives me another minute before rolling us over.
I’m on top of him now, and his cock rubs against my clit. Already sensitive from the two orgasms he just gave me, I pitch forward, mouth falling open in a moan.
“Take your shirt off,” he orders.
I nod, wanting nothing more than to obey him right now. Grabbing the hem, I pull it up over my head. Owen bites his lip as he reaches up and undoes my bra with one hand. He’s always been good at doing that, and I can’t even take my own bra off one-handed.
I lean forward again, letting my bra straps fall down my arms.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Charlie,” he groans, taking my breasts in his hands. He flips us back over and I widen my legs, welcoming him in between. Owen kisses me, hard and deep, just like before, and then makes his way down, kissing my neck, my collarbone, and my stomach. He doesn’t stop until his mouth is over my pussy, and there’s no hesitation, no warning. His tongue lashes out against my clit and my mouth falls open. I plant my hands against the floor, bracing myself for the third orgasm. This one hits me faster, awakening every fiber of my being. Owen’s hands are under my ass, and he lifts me off the floor, holding my pussy against his face. He keeps licking and sucking as I come, and the pleasure is almost too much.
I’m moaning, screaming, writhing against his face. My ears ring, and I’m certain I’m not even in my body anymore. It’s like Owen and I have been transcended to a place where only sex and pleasure exist. He flicks his tongue against me one final time and sets me down.
The house could be on fire right now and I wouldn’t know. Wouldn’t care to get up, even, because all that matters in this moment is how incredibly fucking amazing Owen can make me feel.
“Charlie,” he groans, moving between my legs. He’s antsy, rubbing his cock against me before he even enters me. He’s close to coming too, and I want him to enjoy it at least half as much as I did.
“Fuck me, Owen,” I growl. Sucking in a breath, I reach down and wrap my fingers around that big cock. I guide it to me and angle my hips up, offering myself to him. Owen’s lips go to mine as he pushes inside me. I cry out again, and my hand falls back to the floor.
He slowly pushes in balls deep, making sure the tight fit feels good for me. As soon as he sees that it feels fan-fucking-tastic, he lets loose, fucking me hard and fast. He kisses me as he comes, filling me with everything he has.
With his cock pulsing inside of me, he lowers himself against me. His weight is crushing, but I know he needs a moment just like I did. Taking a breath, he picks his head up and kisses me on the lips before pulling out and moving to my side. He spoons his body against mine and I put my hands over his. My eyes flutter shut.
“Are you tired?” he asks, and the fact that he has his wits about him is beyond me.
“You…you wore me out.” I look up at him. “I came three times. And each was more intense than the last.”
“We were always good at this.”
“We were…and we still are.”
Chapter 31
Charlie
“I feel like such a lush,” I laugh, settling into Owen’s arms. We moved into his bed and he just brought me a glass of wine. “Sex, wine, and staying up past my bedtime.”
He brushes my hair back. “I’m turning you into a rebel.”
I take a sip of wine and set the glass on the nightstand. “You really are.”
“I should be punished.”
“Oh, you definitely should be.” I move on top of him, and tingles run down my spine. We’re both still naked, and I’m still floating high on adrenaline and sex. I don’t know why I resisted, why I waited until now to finally relent and do what I wanted to do since the moment I saw Owen again.
And admit that I’m still very much in love with him.
Owen’s hands land on my hips and his cock starts to get hard again. I lean over, breasts in his face, and rub myself against him, getting off before I reach down and guide him into me. My breath comes out in huffs as I ride him hard and fast. Owen presses me down onto him, then brings one hand down and gently rubs my clit with his thumb. It’s all I need to come, and the moment the orgasm rolls through me, Owen groans and comes as well, and we finish at the same time.
I fall down onto him, and Owen playfully slaps my ass and rolls us over so he can pull out. He gets me a towel from the bathroom to clean up with, and it hits me that he just came inside me twice and I’m not currently on birth control. I stopped taking my pills after Todd and I broke up.
Statistically, the odds are against us. And since I went off the pill, my cycle hasn’t been normal. At all. I push the thoughts out of my head, not wanting to ruin this moment. Because this moment is really damn perfect.
We get ready for bed and then slip back under the covers, snuggling close together.
“This feels almost as good as sex,” I mumble, feeling sleep start to pull me under.
“It does,” Owen agrees softly and kisses the top of my head. “Almost.”
* * *
Dad knocks on the office door. I look up from the file I’ve been going over and smile. I’m in another good mood today, pointed out by Amy.
“Hey, kiddo. We’re all heading out for lunch. Are you coming?”
By “we’re all” he means him, Timothy, and Amy. The farmer’s market is set up today, and the entire firm—all three of them—is going to get something from there.
“I’m meeting Quinn in about half an hour. Do you mind if I shift my break back a bit?”
“Not at all.” Dad smiles, and I know he’s happy I’m making friends here again. He and Mom of course want me to stay, but they also want me to be happy. “Enjoy lunch.”
“You too.”
Dad leaves the door open, and silence falls over the office. A few minutes later, the elevator dings. I set the file down and look out into the hall, not creeped out at all. Maybe it’s just going haywire? No one should be in here.
Then the floor creaks and I shoot up, grabbing the stapler off the desk. With my heart in my throat, I move around the desk and inch toward the door.
“Charlie?” Owen calls, appearing in the doorway.
“Owen!” I let out a breath. “You scared me! I thought some creeper got in here.”
He laughs and looks at the stapler in my hand. “Your plan was to staple them to death?”
“Not to death. But I did think one staple in the ball sack would be enough to get away.”
He winces. “It would be.”
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bsp; “What are you doing?” I set the stapler down and go to him. He’s holding a bag of takeout that smells like cheeseburgers and fries.
“I came to see you.” He puts the bag on my desk and wraps me in his arms. “You’re alone in the office?”
“Yeah. I’m meeting your sisters for lunch.”
“I only have one sister.”
“Scarlet, Danielle, and Kara are your sister-in-laws.”
“True. When are you meeting them?”
I look at my watch. “Twenty minutes.”
Owen’s hands slide up and down my back. “And we’re alone.”
My lips part and I start to get wet just thinking about it. “In the office?”
His lips pull up into a grin. “On the desk. Or in the window.”
“The window? People will see us.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“They’ll hear us, for sure.” The windows are open today, letting in the warm breeze. This building is old, and the third floor gets a little stuffy. The air conditioning isn’t very strong and having the window open is a must until it gets replaced.
“Sounds like a challenge.” His lips go to my neck.
“A challenge to be heard or not be?”
“Whichever one you want.”
“We shouldn’t.” I start to undo his pants.
He bunches up my skirt. “Right. We really shouldn’t.”
I use my foot to close the office door. “This is unprofessional.”
“Very.” He locks the door. “I should probably leave now.”
“Yes. You should.”
With that cocky grin still on his face, he spins me around, pulling my skirt up over my ass. My panties come down next, and he lowers his pants so his cock is exposed. Pressing it against me, he pushes me forward. My hands land on my desk, holding me upright as he slides his fingers between my legs and rubs my clit, not stopping until I’m just about to come.
Then he stops, spins me around, and drops to his knees. My eyes roll back as he pulls my panties the rest of the way down, tossing them on the floor. I perch on the edge of the desk, knocking over my coffee mug from this morning. It’s empty, thankfully.
Owen throws one leg over his shoulder and dives in, mouth over my core. A loud moan escapes my lips, and I clasp one hand over my mouth to muffle the others. It doesn’t take long before I come, body shuddering with pleasure. Panting, Owen stands and moves between my legs. My pussy is still spasming as he enters me. I hold on to him, and the desk rattles underneath us as he fucks me.
“Holy shit,” I gasp as he pushes in balls deep, coming just as hard as I did.
He lets out a deep breath and rests his forehead against mine. “Yeah, I’m good.”
My lips curve into a smile, and I cup his face with my hands. I want to tell him I love him, that I’ve loved him this whole time and no matter what I did—even getting engaged to another man—nothing made those feelings go away.
Reaching over me for a box of tissues on the desk, Owen grabs a few and hands them to me. I clean myself up enough to pull on my panties and then use the bathroom. Owen is in the lobby outside my office when I come out with the bag of takeout on the coffee table.
“When do you have to go in to work?” I ask him.
“Pretty much whenever I want. Benefit of being the boss. I’m not bartending until tonight.”
“I wish you could call off.”
“Don’t tempt me, Charlie. Because I would. Though I do have an office we can use at the bar.”
I laugh and take a burger out of the bag. “Maybe I’ll come in for a drink then.”
“I’ll have a stiff one waiting for you.”
Laughing again, I bite into my burger. We talk and laugh as we eat, and then I realize that I was supposed to meet Quinn five minutes ago. I wolf down the rest of my food, and Owen walks with me out of the office and into town. My hand is in his when we find Quinn and Scarlet. They’re each pushing a stroller, and Scarlet is wearing a tight dress with her hair up in a messy bun. She looks so effortlessly gorgeous, and I’ll forever be impressed with how thin and tight her body is after having a baby only a few months ago.
Quinn is just as gorgeous, and I can’t get over how grown up she is.
“Hey!” She brings her hand up and waves, then notices that Owen and I are holding hands. The biggest smile takes over her face, and she elbows Scarlet, who makes just as big of a deal over Owen’s fingers laced through mine.
“What are you, twelve?” Owen quips, rolling his eyes. “Are you going to tell her she needs a cootie shot next?”
“More like penicillin,” Quinn shoots back then looks at me and laughs. “I’m joking. He’s not diseased. Well, as far as I can tell.”
“It’s okay,” I tell her, leaving a lot unsaid, but I think she understands what I mean. Owen was a man-whore before. He’s not now.
Because we’re back together.
Jackson, who’s sitting on a little bench-like seat in the double stroller, gets out and runs to Owen, giving him a big hug. Emma is excited to see her uncle too, but she’s more interested in the melting popsicle in her hand than getting out to hug him.
“Can you stay with us?” Jackson asks Owen.
“I’m sorry, buddy, I have to get to work. I’ll see you on Sunday, though.”
He smiles. “Is that tomorrow?”
“Not quite, but it’ll be here before you know it.”
Owen gives Jackson a hug and sets him back down. Scarlet calls him to get back in the stroller and he protests, saying he’s too big to ride in a baby stroller and he should be walking or pushing the stroller himself.
“I’ll see you tonight then,” Owen says to me, hooking his fingers with mine. He steps in and kisses me, melting my heart all over again.
“Ewww!” Jackson cries, and I laugh. Owen smiles, says bye to Quinn and Scarlet, and then heads to his truck to go to the bar. I watch him leave, knowing I’m going to get a million questions as soon as I turn around.
The smile is still on my face when I do.
“Oh my God,” Quinn gasps. “Are you guys back together?”
I try to play it cool. I fail. My smile widens and a flush comes to my cheeks. Owen and I haven’t really talked about what we are, but there’s no doubt in my mind we want the same thing.
“Yes, we are.”
Quinn squeals with excitement. “Sorry. I promise I’m not this involved all the time. But I’ve tried so hard over the years to find the perfect match for Owen, and I never have. Because no one was you.”
I push my hair back, wishing I had a band to put it up. The sun is hot, and having my long, thick hair down my back isn’t much different than wearing a shawl in this heat.
“We’re going to take things slow,” I say only because it feels like the right thing to tell someone. “We didn’t work the first time because we didn’t want the same things in life. I don’t want him to do anything he doesn’t want to do, but I have a better feeling this time around.”
Quinn beams again. “I do too.”
Kara joins us a few minutes later, and then we go to the bakery to get Danielle. Even though I already ate, I order a spinach salad, needing the extra energy boost. Owen and I had sex three times in under twenty-four hours. I’m a little tired.
I had a really nice time hanging out with the women who could very possibly be my own sister-in-laws someday. I don’t want to go back in to the office, but the thought of being with Owen again tonight will get me through the rest of the day.
“Hey, lady,” Amy says when I go through the lobby. “Did I see you with Owen?”
Oh shit. I can’t deny it, but I don’t have to act guilty. “Yeah. I was with him.”
“I thought so. I was across the street and the market was busy.”
Good, she saw us together at the market. Not fucking on my desk upstairs. “It was really busy! Is it usually like that? I don’t remember it being so crowded before.”
“It’s gotten popular. People from N
ewport come now. It’s trendy or something.” She waves her hand in the air. “And I have to say I’m impressed to see Owen with you more than once.”
“You are?”
She laughs. “That man is the definition of love ‘em and leave ‘em. Not that I mind. I mean, we all know what we’re getting into with Owen Dawson, right?”
“Right.” He’s not that man anymore. Being with a different woman every night isn’t what he wants.
He was holding out for me…right? Suddenly, I feel insignificant, like I’m not enough to make Owen change his playboy ways. I blink rapidly and shake that thought from my head.
I’m a strong, smart, confident, and beautiful woman. Any man would be lucky to have me.
But then again, Todd cheated on me.
Motherfucker.
I hate how easily I can be shaken like this.
Owen is with me.
Things are different now…unless they’re not.
Chapter 32
Owen
The day has never gone slower. And the night? The night is dragging by so slowly I’m starting to wonder if I died in a freak accident on the way to work and went right to Hell. Charlie isn’t here, so there’s no way this is Heaven.
A group of guys are out celebrating a twenty-first birthday. They’ve spent a ton on beer and shots, and we’ve been watching them closely to know when to cut them off. It’s late and the crowd is starting to dwindle, but they’re still going strong.
This happens every now and then, and usually it doesn’t bother me. If we’re making money, I’ll stay open for another half hour or so. But tonight, tonight I want to go home, strip off my clothes, and feel Charlie’s body against mine.
Everything feels right in the world. Charlie is back, and this time she’s staying. I want to tell her I love her, but won’t. It’s too soon. She wants something serious this time around, and I do too. But freaking her out isn’t the way to go.
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