“You’re my boss,” she stated in a rather matter-of-fact tone. Her expression was hesitant, but she didn’t come across as repulsed by the idea.
“And?” I responded, figuring the worst she would say was no.
Chapter Fourteen
Nalia
I had no idea how to respond. Owen watched me intently, waiting in suspense for my reply, his breathing heavy enough that I noticed. Both of us had definitely had a considerable amount of wine, and as soon as I’d felt his lips brush against my skin, I’d felt an absolutely overwhelming desire to turn and press my lips to his. Hell, from the moment I’d laid eyes on him yesterday I’d wanted to.
Still, he was my boss…and as much as I hated to think of what my brother said about him possibly being true, in that moment, I realized there was definitely a chance Owen might be a player. But the way he was standing there, eyes focused on me, the warmth of his hands burning through the material of my skirt, well, there was no way I could deny that everything about him made me wet. This man was beautiful and sexy as hell, and I’d had a lot of wine. My mind was trying to argue, but the rest of me was screaming, “Fuck it. Just go for it!”
He took a step toward me and threaded a strong hand through the hair at the base of my neck. Moments later, the warmth of his lips were pressed against mine. I wrapped my
arms around him, pulling him gently closer and pressing our bodies together. Owen let out a soft groan, opening my mouth with his, his tongue flicking against mine, searching and hungry. His powerful arm came around my waist and squeezed me close so that I could feel the start of a growing bulge in his jeans. It made me whimper to feel the size of him, and I deepened the kiss as both of his hands moved to my ass.
“Mmm, Nalia. You’re so beautiful…and sexy…and....” He kneaded my ass in his large hands, then lifted me up. I was surprised at his strength, but wrapped my legs around his waist as he backed me up against one of the archways.
I moaned, rolling my hips against him, feeling him stiffen powerfully against me. I couldn’t believe I was doing this—and with him of all men. Still, in that moment, it didn’t matter. I just wanted Owen.
He slid me back down to my feet, smiling a dreamy smile at me, then took my hand, kissed my palm, and led me into his bedroom. As soon as we were inside, he was back on me, pulling my shirt off and planting hungry kisses over my neck and chest. I tugged at his shirt, and he hastily pulled it off for me, affording me a nice view of his sculpted upper body before he pulled me back against him, kissing me passionately.
“Come,” he instructed, his voice gruff with lust as he pulled me toward the bed. He backed me onto it and pushed my skirt up, slipping a hand between my thighs, stroking me through my panties.
With a moan, I bit teasingly at his bottom lip. I lifted my hips, letting him tug my panties off, which he did with eager haste. I was so wet it was a relief to have them gone, and I could tell by the appreciative smile against my lips he liked it. He slipped two fingers inside me, letting the pad of his thumb work my clit with gentle rhythmic strokes, each of which sent wave after wave of pleasure rippling through my body.
“Take your bra off,” he grunted in my ear, letting his full blown erection press against my thigh. I did as he instructed, reaching behind me and undoing the clasp, letting my bra fall off my breasts. Owen’s mouth went immediately to my breasts, licking and sucking at my nipples. I arched my back, letting out a full-throated moan at the delightful sensations running through me.
“Can I touch you?” I asked, letting my hand brush his full-blown erection.
Owen nodded against my breast and slid his fingers out of me, undoing his jeans and pushing them down with his boxer briefs in one motion. He sprung loose and took my hand, placing it so that my fingers wrapped around his hard cock. I gasped, feeling his size and girth in my grip as he kissed me. I gently stroked him back and forth with a light, playful touch, and he lay down on the bed, kissing and fondling my breasts, flicking his tongue against my now erect nipples.
Slowly, he moved up on the bed so that his dick was near my face. He didn’t have to say a word; I desperately wanted to taste him. I let him slide past my lips, and he let out a deep groan as I pulled him in all the way. Owen twisted his fingers into my hair with one hand, the other reaching down between my thighs with softly probing fingertips. I swirled my tongue around him, enjoying his broad girth in my mouth and using tortuously slow strokes of my tongue.
For this, I was rewarded with another deep groan as he gently thrust his hips toward me. I could feel his desire swelling almost to the point of explosion, but I continued to tease him slowly, drawing the moment of ecstasy out as long as I possibly could. His fingers tightened in my hair when I took him deeper.
“Ohhh, God, Nalia.”
I shivered at the sound of his voice moaning my name.
He pulled me back up toward the head of the bed and kissed me hard, pulling my skirt off my waist before running his hands over my body and down my legs. “God you’re beautiful,” he moaned, trailing kisses down my chest and stomach. “More beautiful than I could ever have imagined.”
Owen pushed my legs apart and flicked his tongue against my clit, sliding two fingers inside of me again. A whimper of pleasure escaped me, and this time, I was the one grabbing at his hair. He lapped at my clit, working his fingers inside me back and forth. The pleasure was so intense, I simply couldn’t hold back the moans escaping from my eager lips. He groaned against me, and the vibration ran right through me, making me writhe and twist on the bed as I reached for him.
He climbed up the bed and kissed my lips as he reached for his nightstand, pulling out a condom. He kissed me hard as he rolled it on. When it was ready, tight over his throbbing and sizable length, he positioned himself between my legs. I tried to prepare myself, fully aware of his size, but when he thrust into me, I wailed as he stretched me.
He moaned, kissing my cheek as he slowly moved inside me, letting me accommodate his size. I wrapped my legs around him, moving with him, kissing his lips as we fell into a gentle rhythm. He felt unbelievable inside me. Each thrust seemed to bring more pleasure than the previous one as his thick member continued to push me to the limits of what I could accommodate.
Owen deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around me as he thrusted harder and more vigorously. His breathing grew heavy, and his tanned skin glistened with sweat from the effort. I dug my nails into his back, moaning and arching my back as I grasped at him. I felt myself getting close to release as I pressed my cheek against his, panting and moaning in his ear.
He seemed to be able to read me and know precisely what to do to heighten my pleasure. He lifted me up so that I was in his lap, then began to thrust even harder and with even more fervor. My moans were uncontrollable as his powerful thrusts slammed into me. I couldn't remember even having felt so full before, having felt so turned on as I was at this moment.
He kissed me hard, tugging at my bottom lip as he maintained the intense rhythm. I could no longer hold back, and I came hard, my muscles tightening around him as my thighs trembled. I felt the pulsing of his cock as he released inside me, groaning into my hair, mumbling my name as he came.
We both rode the waves of pleasure together, holding on tight until they passed. Afterward, he lay on top of me for a few moments, breathing heavily. The feel of his hard, damp, muscular body against mine was amazing. Gently, he laid me down on the bed and slid his condom off, discarding it in the wastebasket before cuddling up behind me. He kissed my cheek and wrapped his arms around me. I turned so I could look up to him.
“This isn’t part of the job, right?” I asked with a mischievous grin.
He smiled and kissed my lips again. “Not unless you want it to be.”