“Sounds like a challenge.” His lips go to my neck.
“A challenge to be heard or not be?”
“Whichever one you want.”
“We shouldn’t.” I start to undo his pants.
He bunches up my skirt. “Right. We really shouldn’t.”
I use my foot to close the office door. “This is unprofessional.”
“Very.” He locks the door. “I should probably leave now.”
“Yes. You should.”
With that cocky grin still on his face, he spins me around, pulling my skirt up over my ass. My panties come down next, and he lowers his pants so his cock is exposed. Pressing it against me, he pushes me forward. My hands land on my desk, holding me upright as he slides his fingers between my legs and rubs my clit, not stopping until I’m just about to come.
Then he stops, spins me around, and drops to his knees. My eyes roll back as he pulls my panties the rest of the way down, tossing them on the floor. I perch on the edge of the desk, knocking over my coffee mug from this morning. It’s empty, thankfully.
Owen throws one leg over his shoulder and dives in, mouth over my core. A loud moan escapes my lips, and I clasp one hand over my mouth to muffle the others. It doesn’t take long before I come, body shuddering with pleasure. Panting, Owen stands and moves between my legs. My pussy is still spasming as he enters me. I hold on to him, and the desk rattles underneath us as he fucks me.
“Holy shit,” I gasp as he pushes in balls deep, coming just as hard as I did.
He lets out a deep breath and rests his forehead against mine. “Yeah, I’m good.”
My lips curve into a smile, and I cup his face with my hands. I want to tell him I love him, that I’ve loved him this whole time and no matter what I did—even getting engaged to another man—nothing made those feelings go away.
Reaching over me for a box of tissues on the desk, Owen grabs a few and hands them to me. I clean myself up enough to pull on my panties and then use the bathroom. Owen is in the lobby outside my office when I come out with the bag of takeout on the coffee table.
“When do you have to go in to work?” I ask him.
“Pretty much whenever I want. Benefit of being the boss. I’m not bartending until tonight.”
“I wish you could call off.”
“Don’t tempt me, Charlie. Because I would. Though I do have an office we can use at the bar.”
I laugh and take a burger out of the bag. “Maybe I’ll come in for a drink then.”
“I’ll have a stiff one waiting for you.”
Laughing again, I bite into my burger. We talk and laugh as we eat, and then I realize that I was supposed to meet Quinn five minutes ago. I wolf down the rest of my food, and Owen walks with me out of the office and into town. My hand is in his when we find Quinn and Scarlet. They’re each pushing a stroller, and Scarlet is wearing a tight dress with her hair up in a messy bun. She looks so effortlessly gorgeous, and I’ll forever be impressed with how thin and tight her body is after having a baby only a few months ago.
Quinn is just as gorgeous, and I can’t get over how grown up she is.
“Hey!” She brings her hand up and waves, then notices that Owen and I are holding hands. The biggest smile takes over her face, and she elbows Scarlet, who makes just as big of a deal over Owen’s fingers laced through mine.
“What are you, twelve?” Owen quips, rolling his eyes. “Are you going to tell her she needs a cootie shot next?”
“More like penicillin,” Quinn shoots back then looks at me and laughs. “I’m joking. He’s not diseased. Well, as far as I can tell.”
“It’s okay,” I tell her, leaving a lot unsaid, but I think she understands what I mean. Owen was a man-whore before. He’s not now.
Because we’re back together.
Jackson, who’s sitting on a little bench-like seat in the double stroller, gets out and runs to Owen, giving him a big hug. Emma is excited to see her uncle too, but she’s more interested in the melting popsicle in her hand than getting out to hug him.
“Can you stay with us?” Jackson asks Owen.
“I’m sorry, buddy, I have to get to work. I’ll see you on Sunday, though.”
He smiles. “Is that tomorrow?”
“Not quite, but it’ll be here before you know it.”
Owen gives Jackson a hug and sets him back down. Scarlet calls him to get back in the stroller and he protests, saying he’s too big to ride in a baby stroller and he should be walking or pushing the stroller himself.