“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 31Charlie“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.”
“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.