With a slow measured grind of his hips, he moves in me with a swivel type of motion. We both moan. “Fuck yeah, baby girl. I’m not giving you up, Eva. I can’t breathe without you,” he says hotly in my ear before biting down on it.
I was expecting him to take me hard and fast after making me come. I mean, he did say he was going to kill it. He doesn’t though, I mean, he is killing me and my pussy, but not hard and fast.
Nope, he continues the slow roll and swivel of his hips. Each time that thick, hard meat between his legs stirs inside me, I gush and spasm around him. He has a bruising hold on my waist with his right hand that’s keeping me pinned to the wall.
I pound the glass with my fist as I sob his name. When he starts to rock in and out of me, real tears start to fall. Owen dips his head and licks the tears soaking my cheek.
I reach my fingers into his hair and tug, causing him to groan and pant harder against my heated flesh as he moves to suck on my neck. This shit ain’t right. He knows it.
He’s punishing us both for what we’ve gotten ourselves into. He releases my face and reaches for my clit. I’m a shaking writhing mess against the wall.
I come so hard I see stars. Meanwhile, Owen grips my hips and releases me from being pinned to the glass we have steamed up. I’m breathing my way around multiples, when Owen’s hand comes down on my ass.
“Mine,” he grunts as he starts the pounding I’d been expecting. My butt stings from his slap, but it only turns me on more. “I’ll take a bullet for this shit, baby. I’m never going through that shit again. I’m taking you home and clearing this shit up. You’re my woman. This is my pussy. Fuck, Eva.”
Holy shit.
I swear I think this grown ass man just gave a husky whimper on that last part, as I clinched my walls around his cock. His strokes get choppy for a moment before he regains his control. He slaps my ass again.
“Baby,” I gasp.
“Shit, you’re going to bring me to my knees. I shouldn’t want you this fucking much,” he says through clenched teeth.
I reach for his hands and dig my nails into his skin. His hold on me tightens. His powerful thighs are the only thing supporting us as my feet start to lift up off the floor.
I’m so wet and full. Our grunts and groans are bouncing off the glass in front of us. The sound of his skin slapping mine is the only thing that’s louder.
Owen reaches for the neck of my polo shirt and rips it right down the middle. My bra is the next casualty. My breasts bounce free and he places his hand in the center of my back. He presses forward, smashing my breasts to the glass wall. The coolness of the glass against my breasts is a soothing sensation to my skin.
The nerd in my brain babbles about Owen being a genius architect. I’m sure the walls have central air cooling them. As if knowing my inner geek has tried to break the moment, he proceeds to break my back.
He grips a handful of my hair and tugs my head back. Then he shoves his free hand between the glass and my breast to knead it. I blink back more tears of pleasure.
“We’re coming,” he announces loudly and increases the pace.
“Mother of… oh, my God, Owen,” I scream.
Don’t ask me what happens next. All I know is that I feel his hot seed flood me as I ripple around him. My heart pounds as I collapse in his arms.
Owen
“Eva?”
I look down at baby girl in my arms. She has blacked out on me. I chuckle and lean to kiss her sweet lips. God, I love this woman.
Yeah, I’ll be following King back to Georgia. He needs to know the truth. This woman is mine. Maybe we can have something in common soon.
I can only wish.
I want Eva Kennedy as Eva Mason. The real Mrs. Mason.
Chapter 17
Unwanted Courtesy
Eva
I close the file I’m working on and reach for the next one. I’m in Owen’s office working while he’s out at a worksite. After Monday, I haven’t been to a site since.
“Knock, knock.” I look up at the sound of Troy’s voice.
I have to hold myself back from groaning and rolling my eyes. He finds his way to this office whenever I’m here and Owen isn’t. I’m so tired of his corny jokes and prying.
“Hi, Troy,” I say, trying to hold back on my annoyance.
“You look busy. Hope we aren’t working you too hard.”
If I look busy you would think he would leave me alone. Not a chance. He saunters into the office and takes a seat in the chair across from me.
“Nothing wrong with a little hard work. How can I help you?” I reply.
“Oh, I thought I’d come and check on you. You know, see if everything is working out for you. If there may be some questions you have about the internship and your role here,” he says and gives me a cheese smile.
I try so hard not to roll my eyes. Glancing at the clock, I wonder how much longer Owen will be. I’m never comfortable around this guy.
“I’m fine. Working my way through the list Mr. Mason left for me,” I say.
“Maybe you should take a break. Have you eaten? I’d love to take you to lunch. You fascinate me. I want to get to know more about you,” he says.
“I have a lot to do here. I’ll get lunch when Mr. Mason returns. Thank you.”
“Oh, come on. You have to be hungry by now.” He looks down at his watch.
