“Mmm, ah, shit,” he grunts and leans to kiss me with my juices clinging to his lips and beard. “Do you think I give a shit?” he grinds out as he pounds into me. “I own this pussy and I want to hear you say it. Don’t ever hold back from me.”
“Oh God, yes,” I cry out loudly, so loudly, I nearly miss the shouting and pounding outside the office door.
Owen, however, seems to totally miss the noise as he continues to thrust into me. “My Eva,” he breathes as he gives me hard long strokes, then follows with hard short ones.
My toes curl in my heels and I grab a hold of the back of his sweat-drenched dress shirt. I’m in a cross between ecstasy and confusion. He feels so good, but the shouting and pounding outside the door is getting louder.
As if he can tell my focus isn’t solely on him, he pushes his fingers into the back of my bun and pulls my head back until I have no choice but to look into his eyes. With his other hand, he grabs a hold of my butt cheek and squeezes hard. He drills into me without mercy, rolling his hips at just the right angle.
He looks so sexy as his nostrils flare, he bites down on his lip, and his eyes roll back. I think I’m coming just over the beauty of watching him enjoy being inside me. The grunts and groans are just the perfect complement to the perfect meal. Owen is just that delicious.
“I’m coming,” I gasp in awe.
“Fuck, I know, baby. Shit, I’m right with you,” he bellows.
His hot seed bursts into me as my walls quiver and contract around him. It is then when the air in the room changes, I become aware the banging has stopped. Owen is quick to pull me into his chest before he turns his head to look over his shoulder.
His body tenses against mine. “I know I locked that fucking door from my desk, so why the fuck is she standing in my office?” he demands.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Mason,” comes the voice of a female. I think it’s that receptionist.
I peek around Owen’s large body and sure enough, it’s her, standing there with a smug, disgusted look on her face. The bitch’s smile soon fades with Owen’s next words.
“I told you she’s never allowed in my office without my say so,” he bellows. “You’re fired, get the fuck out and take her with you.”
I look to see who the her is and next to the receptionist, Beth—was that her name—stands a tall thin but shapely woman. She’s brown, but not as dark as me. She has a Latina look about her. She has on a tight white dress and nude heels. The outfit is completed with a pissed off expression.
“I’m not going anywhere until I talk to you. You won’t listen to Jemma, well now you can deal with me,” she says heatedly.
“Get the fuck out of my building, Magdalena,” Owen says with a deadly calm that hits harder than if he had yelled it.
I duck back to see his face. I can only see his profile as he scowls at the women at the door. A vein pops out the side of his forehead as one throbs in his neck. His grip on me tightens as he holds me closer. He is still inside me, so I remain still.
“Fuck you, Brick. Tell that whore to leave so we can take care of business,” Magdalena says.
Owen slips from my body and tugs up his pants in a flash. He fixes my skirt enough to cover me and then storms over to the stunned women at the door.
“What the fuck did you just call her?” he sneers into Magdalena’s face.
“What does it matter? You fuck them then leave them. Why is this one any different?” she replies and lifts her chin.
“This one is very different, Mags, so different that if you ever, and I mean, ever, disrespect her again, I will make your miserable existence even worse,” Owen says darkly.
Magdalena goes pale and takes a step back. Her gaze travels over me and she narrows her eyes in my direction. I fidget with my clothes, feeling embarrassed to have had them walk in on us.
“Oh please, how much worse can my life get, Brick?” she says as she keeps her eyes on me. A chill runs through me when she smirks in my direction. “After all, I did just walk in on my husband fucking another woman.”
What the fuck did she just say?
Chapter 8
Wrong Man
Brick
I nearly vibrate out of my skin. If looks could kill, Magdalena would be dead on the spot. I look at the evil bitch as if I could burn her to a crisp right where she stands. I don’t even turn to look for Eva’s reaction. I can feel her and I’m ready to lose my shit right here and now.
“Eva, don’t you move, keep your ass right there. She’s my ex-wife and it’s a lot deeper than the shit rolling around in your head, baby. Don’t. Fucking. Move,” I growl out, still not turning to face Eva.
I look into Magdalena’s eyes and see the soulless bitch for who she is. “You were the biggest mistake of my life. I let you and that little vindictive, manipulative cousin of mine talk me into marrying you and I have regretted it every fucking day since.
“Whatever shit you’ve gotten yourself into now, it’s on you. I don’t give a shit and I’m not helping. You fuck with my woman, now you pay the price,” I say and fold my arms over my chest.
“Your woman,” Magdalena seethes. “She’s nothing but some little girl you’re chasing time away with. You
