If I wasn’t totally in love with Owen, I’ve fallen ten times over in the last three weeks. We have worked together from home during this whole time. He has run out to a site once or twice a week to put out a couple of fires and check on things, but I stay behind to work on whatever design tasks he trusts me with.
I have to say I’ve learned so much. During working hours, Owen is all business. Not like that day in his office on his desk. He may rest a hand on my hip, thigh, or the small of my back, but those are all possessive gestures that are becoming natural to him.
He’s always aware of where I am and what I’m doing. I feel like we finish each other’s sentences now. I haven’t been this happy in… yeah, not ever. I love me some Owen, and I love the bubble we have built around us.
That’s why I’m pouting now. Meetings and clients need his attention. Our time here is up. I knew it was coming, but it still stings to know the time is here.
I understand, but I don’t want to share him with the world. This weekend seems like it has gone way too fast. I continue to pout as I chalk my pool stick to take my next shot.
He’s kicking my ass because I’m distracted by the feeling of dread I have for tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will have to remember Owen is my boss, not my boyfriend. I won’t be able to lean over and kiss his cheek or reach over to run my hand through his hair. All things I haven’t had to think about in the last three weeks. Things I’ve started to do daily.
“Okay, baby girl, what’s going on in that pretty head? I’ve watched you hold the record for kicking ass in pool at the clubhouse since you were thirteen. I know I’m not that good.” He crosses his arms over his chest as I miss yet another easy shot.
I sigh and place the stick across the table. “Things are going to be different tomorrow. We still haven’t told King about us, so we have to be careful of how we are together,” I murmur.
He moves into my space, crowding me against the pool table. “Let me worry about King. As far as work goes, we’ll have too much work to do to worry about anything else.” He reaches for my face and turns it up so I look him in the eyes. “I’ve loved having you all to myself, but I have an empire out there to run and club shit I’ve been putting off. King will start asking questions if I don’t handle that shit.”
“Why don’t we just tell him?” I ask, feeling insecure.
I haven’t said it outright, but I’ve wondered if he is keeping this secret because he doesn’t want to take this any further. I know he said in the beginning he’s my man, but who’s to say he isn’t tiring of me.
“I plan to, baby.” His voice rumbles through me as he presses his lips to my forehead as he speaks. “King has his own shit going on, and I think it’s best to wait for the right timing. He’s not going to like this. We’ll give it a little more time.”
I sigh and nod my head. “Okay,” I say.
He glides his hands down my sides and around to cup my ass. With a tight hold on me, he kisses my forehead and moves to the side of my face with another, then places a trail of kisses down my neck. “You know. I can’t wait to tell the world you’re mine. And I’m really looking forward to seeing you in those tight jeans and your cute little construction boots tomorrow,” he breathes against my neck.
I moan when he flicks his tongue out against my skin. I giggle and snuggle into his chest. “You really didn’t have to take me shopping,” I say breathlessly as he sucks my skin into his mouth.
It’s been almost a week, but I still can’t believe all the money he’s spent on me. My belly drops and twists every time I think about it.
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby girl. You needed something, so I’m here to give it to you,” he says against my skin, sending goose bumps over my flesh and shivers through my body.
I moan again as he kneads my ass cheeks with his big hands. I try to focus because I have a point to make here. While I really appreciate him buying me new things since I packed so poorly, I want him to know how much it really meant to me.
It’s not like I don’t have my own to take care of myself. Cage left money for us all to be good if anything ever happened to him. King wouldn’t let me touch that money for school, so I haven’t put a dent in it.
I push gently at his chest, so I can focus and get my point across. “No, Owen, I want you to know how much it meant to me.” I cup his face in my hand and scratch at his beard. He turns his face and kisses my palm. “Thank you.”
“I know how you can really thank me, darlin’. I think it’s time for bed.” He wraps his arms around my back, drawing me into him.
He lifts me, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I cup his upturned face in both hands and take his lips in a kiss. He takes over the kiss, devouring me.
However, before we can get too lost, his phone starts to ring. A growl rumbles from his chest as he places me back on my feet.
