by J. L. Beck
"I want you so bad,” she murmured. Liv’s hands had a mind of their own as they reached up and fisted his t-shirt. There was something in his eyes that broke her defenses down. The words she’d longed to say for so long felt like velvety chocolate on her tongue as she finally succumbed. “Fuck me. Now.”
Excitement and fear cascaded through her at the thought of how he might react. The moment she’d fantasized about for years. He was out of bounds. Completely. And she didn’t care.
“Now?” The crack in that one word was her complete un-doing. All doubts vanished and she pulled Owen down, level with her face, taking his lips in an assault she didn’t know she had in her. All that filled her brain was thoughts of them, together, right at that minute.
“Now.” Letting her hands drop, they retraced their path but under his shirt, over hot, hard skin that she longed to explore with her mouth. If he hesitated any longer, Liv would resort to begging. It wasn’t beneath her when ultimate pleasure was at her fingertips.
“Gorgeous, you’re easily the sexiest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. It doesn’t matter that it’s only been a few hours.” He pushed her against the vehicle, his fingers popping the buttons of her light blouse before he took her breasts in each hand, rubbing her nipples with his finger and thumb. “If we get arrested, it’ll be worth it.”
Liv blinked. A momentary sobering of her lusty thoughts clearing her mind. Arrested? And then Owen’s mouth was sucking her nipple over the black lace bra and her mind went blank once more.
Eager fingers fell to his jeans where she scrambled to free him. Owen lifted his head to watch her as he caressed her breasts.
He was huge. Her breath came in small bursts as her eyes fixated on the hard dick in her hand. Liv pumped it a couple of times, watching as it somehow got even bigger.
“I’m not going to last if you look at it like dessert.”
“I do want it in my mouth,” Liv mumbled, not taking her eyes away from his throbbing penis.
“Fuck.” The word was a whisper and he leaned in closer and pulled the bra straps off her shoulder, exposing her to the late-night chill of the summer night. Nipples instantly puckering, his mouth hovered over hers again. “I want to lean you over the hood of my truck and fuck you from behind. This is it, Liv. Say the word and we stop. We smile at each other, say goodbye and go our separate ways.”
Pumping his dick slowly with her hand, she knew she couldn’t stop—didn’t want to was more like it. This was it. This was her chance to feel Owen and she wasn’t about to give it up, right or wrong. Vehemently she shook her head, her dark tresses falling from the bun that was once neat at the back of her head. With one free hand, she edged her skirt up to her hips before she shuffled her panties over her backside and down her thighs. In a moment, they were in a pile around her heeled shoes. Owen had watched her do this with hooded eyes, his breath quick.
He dug in his jeans pocket, pulling out a foil wrapper. Liv was glad he was thinking sensibly because her common sense was in the gutter right there with her underwear.
Surprising her, he pulled her into his arms then, winding them tightly around her body as his mouth ravaged her own. She reluctantly pulled her hand away from his boner and held on around his neck. He lifted her until she was eye to eye with him and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist.
Owen’s dick pressed snugly against her pussy, teasing entry but never quite making it. She ground her hips against him in the hope he would simply take pity on her and fuck her, but he was holding back. Liv cursed into his mouth and she was sure she felt him grin.
The kiss went on an on until she thought she might melt into the ground. At last he pulled away. His eyes were full of lust and she couldn’t help but smile at him, coyly.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe you’re single.” Owen hesitated a moment. “You are single, aren’t you?”
She laughed. “It’s a bit late now, but yes. I’m single.”
“Where have you been all my life?” The words were said under his breath, and she wondered whether it had been his intention to share them. Guilt picked up momentum, and washed through her body, but it was no good. Too much blood was diverted between her legs, and not enough going to her brain. This was wrong, but it felt so right. Owen had never shown any interest in her before. At all. She could have been naked and masturbating with his toothbrush and he wouldn’t have noticed her when they were teenagers.
“If you only knew—” The thought was cut off as he unhooked her legs from his middle and dropped her back to the asphalt below them. He looked at her questioningly but Liv shook her head, hoping he wouldn’t pursue it. All thought disappeared once more as he turned her around and pushed forward gently until she was braced against the cold metal of the vehicle.
Liv heard the rip of the foil, then moments later she felt him at her pussy, barely pushing against her.
“I wish you were in my bed, and I had endless hours to pleasure you and make you scream my name,” he said.
If it was possible, more wetness pooled at her entrance. Liv shuddered, not caring who the fuck this man was, she only wanted to feel him fully inside her. He thrust then, filling her completely until she couldn’t breathe. Sensation after sensation rocked through her, tilting her world on its axis.
Wanting to savor the feeling, she clenched around him, attempting to hold him right where she needed him the most, but he was having none of it. Owen pulled out almost completely before plunging deep once more. The onslaught continued as he repeated his actions until she could barely take it anymore. He reached around her, taking a nipple in between his fingers and settling the other over her pussy.
Immediately he was flicking against both, making her writhe underneath him. Her orgasm bore down on her as Owen’s fingers dipped into her, pinching her clitoris. Liv bucked once more, knowing she was so very close. He quickened his own pace, and moments later he was right there with her. They fell over the edge together.
Then their breathing slowed, a chill seeped into her bones as realization of what they’d done hit her like a freight train. It was the best cold shower she’d ever had without getting wet. Well, wetter than he’d made her, at least. Liv had let her brother’s best friend fuck her against his pickup truck, right in the middle of a parking lot. Anyone could have stumbled upon them. Anyone could have been filming them.
Liv closed her eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Her fantasy wasn’t supposed to come real, however much he filled her body and made her crave more. She banged her head gently against the hood, knowing it was too late to knock any sense into her.
There was no going back now. And all because she got horny watching a strip show.
3
Owen straightened his tie and checked his reflection one last time in the bathroom mirror. The other night with Liv still lingered on his skin and teased his thoughts. It had been the perfect combination of dirty and hot, and some of the things that came out of her mouth… She was definitely more vixen than school girl, despite the sweet exterior.
And Owen wouldn’t mind a repeat performance.
He couldn’t think about that now. He needed to be job-ready. When he enlisted in the Army, and was deployed to Afghanistan, he was infantry. As time passed, and the threats on the ground were eliminated, men were needed more for non-battle related tasks.
Rebuilding cities, for instance. The first time he was asked to work with the Army Corps, and private contractors, he’d grumbled about boring manual labor. The longer he did it, the more he enjoyed it. Now that he was back state-side, he wanted to get his contractor’s license and start doing sub-contracting for bigger builders.
But that took experience and a reputation he didn’t have. To get there, he’d been taking temp jobs in construction wherever he could get them. When the agency called him a few weeks ago and told him Hanover Homes, one of the biggest builders in the state, had pulled his resume for a position as a temporary site foreman, he didn�
��t hesitate to accept.
He was meeting his contact early, and then was supposed to go to the construction site from there. The drive to their offices didn’t take long. Not that it mattered. He’d sit in bumper-to-bumper for an hour for an opportunity like this.
He parked in the lot of a four-story brick building, and took the elevator up to the third floor. The receptionist looked up when he walked through the glass doors, and he gave her the smile he saved for when he needed to make an impression.
“Can I help you?” The pink that spread across her cheeks told him it worked.
“I hope so. I’m Owen Griffin. Orange Employment Services sent me over.” He leaned casually against her desk.
She furrowed her brow and looked at her computer. She chewed on her bottom lip and stared at the screen for several seconds. “I’m sorry. I don’t have you on anyone’s calendar.”
Concern wormed inside him, and he silenced it. Confidence was key this morning. “Are you sure? For a site foreman position.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Griffin. What time did you say your appointment was?”
“Owen, please. I’m supposed to meet with someone at eight thirty.”
The receptionist shook her head. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
“Thanks. You’re the best.” He treated her to another smile, topped with a wink, and stepped back from her desk.
“Mr. Griffin?” A familiar female voice sparked his attention, and he looked up to see his vixen from the strip club standing in front of him.
His gaze locked on her as if magnetized. She looked incredible. Suit jacket, shirt with the top button undone, teasing, and a pencil skirt that hugged her figure to perfection. He wouldn't mind tugging her hair loose and tangling his fingers in it. Grabbing himself a second one more time. “Liv?”
“I understand you’ve got a lot of experience in overseeing revitalization projects.” Liv said.
Owen stepped forward and extended his hand. “That would be me.”
When she rested her palm against his, a shock of desire spilled through him, and he swallowed it. She nodded toward the hall. “My office is this way.”
He followed her through the small suite, only half-trying to keep from watching her ass.
They stepped into her office and she swung the door shut. “Have a seat.” She nodded at the chair across from her desk.
His mind was racing over memories of Saturday night, and it took more restraint than he thought he had to reign in the imagery of bending Liv over the hood of his truck. Sliding inside her—This was business. Right.
“I understand the agency gave you some of my information, but here’s all of it, for easy reference.” He pulled two printed sheets from the folder he held, and set them on her desk. “My resume. You’ll see I’ve got contract recommendations from several sources, and I’m available to start immediately. My salary requirements are reasonable. You won’t find a better match for this position.”
Maybe he shouldn’t have phrased it that way. He could think of a few positions he’d like to try. Liv bent over the desk. Sitting in his lap… Fuck. As hard as he was, he didn’t know if he could hide his erection.
“Tell me about your qualifications,” she said.
He tried to be subtle about adjusting himself. The way her gaze flicked to his crotch told him he didn’t succeed, and the way her tongue glided over her bottom lip made him harder. “You already know I’m good with my hands.”
“And you can keep a beat to the music.” She raised one brow. “With or without clothes on. But I’m not sure that qualifies you to manage this site.”
This woman was confident and knew how to stand her ground. Then again, she’d have to for a position like this. And fuck if that didn’t make the entire package sexier.
“I’m searching for an innuendo-laden reply,” he said. “Something along the lines of I’ll manage your hardware like you wouldn’t believe. But that doesn’t sound right.”
“No, it doesn’t.” She laughed.
He could drag the teasing out longer, but he needed to stow that urge in order to accomplish his purpose for being here. “Okay. I’ll be serious for a minute. I don’t have the practical experience you’re looking for, but I do have the skills. This job and getting the work experience are more important to me than making market rates for the position.”
“When you put it that way…” She tapped a nail on her bottom lip. “I’m still taking a risk hiring someone without a background.”
“I know. But I’ll do whatever it takes. Hell, I’m not above offering personal favors.” He winced. “That came out wrong,” he added quickly.
She wasn’t answering. Silence stretched through the room. He dug for his next comeback, in case he needed to persuade her, but he was going to let her make the next move.
4
This was a mistake. A huge mistake. Liv pretended she was reading Owen’s resume when she was really thinking of how great it would feel to have him bend her over the desk and fuck her.
She pinched her leg and it seemed to do the trick of focusing her to manage the task at hand. Liv was the boss and she tried to behave like one, even if she did want to crawl toward him and give him the best blow job he’d ever received.
“Personal favors aren’t required, Mr. Griffin.” That sentence evoked a multitude of sexy visions to erupt in her head. She carried on regardless. “But we could come to a mutually beneficial arrangement if you’re in agreement?”
A smile tipped his mouth into something delectable and blood rushed straight to her already sensitive nipples. “I’m listening.”
Liv looked down at his resume, measuring the right words for her suggestion. At last she looked up. Owen hadn’t moved and was still watching her intently.
“I’m going to offer you a temporary position here with Hanover Homes—”
“Thank you. You won’t regret it—”
“I might if you keep on interrupting me. You don’t know my terms yet.” She smiled, to soften her words. They didn’t call her the boss-lady for nothing.
“Sorry.” Owen’s dimples came out as he attempted to squash down his amusement. The very dimples she’d fantasized over when she was younger.
“Mr. Hanover Jr. And Sr. are strict on who they employ at this company. From past experience, I know they won’t be too impressed if they find out you’ve stripped for money.” She let that sit between them for a second, watching Owen’s amusement fade. “What I can do, is try and keep that little piece of information on the downlow. I know you’re serious about working here, and I do believe what you don’t know you’ll learn quick enough.” And it certainly wouldn’t hurt her promotion chances if she managed to bring in this project on time and within budget, despite the various problems they’d experienced recently. If Owen could help her do that, then all the better.
“I don’t know what to say. Thank you. It means more than you know to have this opportunity.” Joking and sexy Owen had disappeared. He seemed sincere and honest in his gratitude.
“I need one thing from you.”
“Anything. You name it.”
Liv hesitated again. This was ridiculous, wasn’t it? It was bad enough she was employing her one night stand and her brother’s best friend when he had no idea who she was. But asking this? It wasn’t her intention when she picked his resume from the pile, to interview, but if he was offering favors….
Crossing the line was definitely on her mind, here. She got up from the desk, pushing her large, plush leather chair back. Glancing out the window at the beautiful mountain view, she double checked her logic on this one.
Owen should have been kept in that secret little box next to her vibrator, under her bed. Yet here he was, sitting across the room from her, delighting her senses and bigger than life—and yes, she knew how big he was from recent experience. She was about to ask him a huge favor. And she would need to keep lying to him about her identity.
Liv bit on her lip, knowing her previously imma
culate lipstick was all but gone, but not caring. She thought about her next words very carefully before speaking.
“I need a date for a wedding.” The words came out in a rush and she reluctantly turned to face him. “I need to go for personal reasons, and I need a date. A hot one.”
Owen smiled, showing white straight teeth, and it might have made her squeeze her thighs a little closer together as she stood there. What was it with this guy? Did he have any idea what he was doing to her simply by smiling? She was a lusty wreck, that was what she was.
“Okay."
Liv blinked. “What, just like that?”
“Of course. You’ve done me a big favor. I’m happy to do it.” She let out a sigh of relief and smiled, shyly. “I think meeting you the other night was fate. My luck has definitely changed.”
Guilt ran right alongside blood, through her veins, tinged with a large helping of regret. She should have come clean about herself the other night. Now, she was getting in deeper every time she opened her mouth.
Fuckity, fuckity, fuck.
She wanted him so much but this was a mistake to turn pleasure into business. He stood to face her and she had to look up into his handsome face, despite her heels. Owen smiled and held out his hand for her to shake. After a moment’s pause, she took it in hers.
Liv’s skin instantly went to inferno and a blush deepened the color on her skin. Was it obvious? Did he catch the hitch in her breath and the flush of desire?
This wasn’t a good idea. Absolutely not. Yeah, he might be exactly what she needed here at Hanover Homes since her last site foreman had upped and quit on her, but this was not what her heart wanted. In the slightest. Liv ignored the small voice of protest that told her she was absolutely wrong in that assumption.
“It’s a deal,” Owen belatedly said. A large smile cracked his serious expression and she had to fight not to reciprocate. He was so damn cute—she’d always been mush around him.