He spoke of how young the CEO and his team are. He went on about how great their ideas and designs have been in the last few years, gaining them multiple high-paying contracts. That’s why I was so excited when King said he got me the interview.
I have never known what Brick does for a living and for all intents and purposes, until last night, I have only ever addressed him as Brick. The bells never went off in class when his last name was mentioned.
Our professor mentioned the CEO of Soul Deep Architecture and Construction isn’t really big on photos. A Tony Tracey is the face of the company. Now him, I remember, he’s gorgeous and his face is always on the cover of a magazine. Where Brick is rough, but well-groomed, Tony is the clean-cut all-American boy. I was expecting him to walk through those doors, not Brick, freaking Owen Mason.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I finally push out.
“I had no intention of interfering originally,” Brick rumbles in that deep sexy voice. Everything about him is sexy.
His voice drives me nuts and each time he strokes his beard, I want to run my fingers through it. I love that while his hair on his head is a copper blond his beard leans more on the side of being a true red. His lips are full enough not to be consumed by his facial hair.
He’s killing the tailor-made charcoal suit he has on. The gray tie around his neck is doing something fierce to his green eyes. I feel a shiver run through me as his gaze pierces me.
“What changed your mind?” I murmur.
He lifts to his full height and moves around the desk, until he’s standing before me. He leans against the desk and looks down at me. I fight not to squirm in my seat.
“You,” he says and holds his hand out. I place mine in his without further thought. He pulls me into his arms. “I would much rather have you with me each day. I think I have become addicted to you, Eva.”
His words are breathed into the crook of my neck. I shiver and wrap my arms around his neck. He tightens his embrace around me, slipping his hands down to cup my ass. When I wiggle my behind in his hold, he growls into my heated skin.
“Owen,” I whimper when he sucks my skin into his mouth.
“I have a full hour to indulge in your delicious body, Eva. I’m not going to make it through the day without being inside you at least once,” he says huskily.
“Yes, please,” I beg.
Just as fast as the words leave my mouth, I’m flat on my back. A gasp leaves my lips as I hit the desk and look up into blazing green eyes. Owen is so large looming over me.
“I love that begging, darlin’. Think you can keep that up for me while I eat this pussy? Will you do that for your man?” Owen says. His drawl is heavy and sexy as hell.
And there he goes calling himself my man again. Is that who he is now?
“Owen,” I say softly. My gaze pleading with him not to make me feel like shit for asking with whatever answer he gives. “What is this? What are we doing?” I bite my bottom lip, but I refuse to take my eyes off of him.
He wrinkles his brows and pauses his hands that were pushing up my skirt. “I thought I made that clear already,” he says with a scowl on his handsome face. He leans into me and takes my lips with his. I grab onto his suit jacket to keep from drowning.
I whimper his name when he breaks the kiss. Breathless, I cup his face as he stares into my eyes. Suddenly, all lightness leaves the room and I know his next words are going to be heavy.
“You belong to me, Eva. You’re my woman and I’m your man. I know I owe my pound of flesh for taking you the way I did, without going to King first, but it’s done. I will pay whatever price is owed. I’m not letting you go. Now come here, I want you even more,” he commands.
His lips meet mine with impatience and a passion I have never known. I push his suit jacket from his shoulders. He tosses it behind him. In a flash he has his hands under my skirt, tearing my panties down my thighs.
Owen breaks the kiss to drop to his knees. Pushing my skirt up over my hips to my belly, he releases a groan. He hooks my legs over his broad shoulders. I cry out when he places his large hand on my belly and flicks his tongue out over my slit.
He hums a throaty sound but doesn’t pause in his full-on assault. I lock my fingers in his copper locks and hold on tight. His beard only adds to the pleasure as it brushes my soft skin.
I sort of forget we’re even in his office as I sing his name and pant for more. I beg just like he asked me to. I only remember where we are when both his office and cell phones start to ring.
I clamp my mouth shut, but Owen doesn’t seem to care as he doesn’t stop for a single second. He actually shoves his face further into my folds. I hold my cries in as my legs begin to quiver. I’m dripping all over his desk.
“Eva,” he growls into me.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I can’t hear you, baby,” he groans. “I feel you about to come, but I don’t hear you. What’s the fucking problem?”
“Owen,” I moan. “I can’t, we’re in your office. Someone might hear.”
He lifts to his feet, unfastens his belt, and shoves his suit pants down his hips. His thick cock springs
