Risk (Vault 1)

I do.

I really, really do.

But I’m still stuck on the boss thing.

I know it’s crazy. We’re both adults, so we should be able to sleep with whoever we want. And if it all goes to hell, we should be able to go back to a professional work relationship. I mean, he seems to tolerate his ex-wife at work still, so why wouldn’t he tolerate me?

“Charlize,” he says, all bossy, his fingers skimming over my panties. “I’m waiting for an answer.”

I step out of his embrace. It takes everything in me, because his fingers on my pussy feel so damn good. “You have no idea how much I want to let you do whatever you want to do with my body, but I don’t want to screw this job up.”

He ignores my wish for space and closes the distance between us again. I take a step back to keep him away. We play this cat-and-mouse game until he’s backed me up against his desk.

Shit.

Fuck.

My willpower is slowly slipping away.

Hell, I have no willpower.

I don’t even know what the word really means.

He presses his body against mine, and my senses are overwhelmed by his erection.

And his scent.

And his eyes.

Oh, God, I want to go swimming.

Lots and lots of naked swimming.

“You’re not going to screw this job up. I promise you that. And if I don’t uphold that promise, tell everyone I forced you to fuck me and then sue me. The cost to my reputation alone would be enough to do serious damage to my business.”

I stare at him.

“Are you real? Like, what man would tell a woman to do that to him?”

His voice drops to a husky tone. “A man who knows he has nothing to worry about because he has no intention of screwing shit up.” He traces his finger over my lips. “Now answer my question.”

I can’t bring myself to say no. Walking away from Owen isn’t something I can do. Besides his good looks and sexy ways, there’s something else between us, and I want to explore whatever it is.

I unbutton the top two buttons on his shirt. “You should most definitely finger fuck me. But before you do that, we need to negotiate this shirt you’re wearing.”

Amusement flashes in his eyes. “What do we need to negotiate?”

I undo the next two buttons. “I don’t ever want to see it on you again.” I push his shirt open to reveal his chest. God, the man is built. “I mean, these muscles should be on display. And unlike you, I don’t care who sees them as long as I see them.”

His lips brush over mine. It’s a quick kiss that soon turns into a whole lot more. We can’t control ourselves when our mouths are this close.

By the time we’re done with the kiss, his hair is messy, as is mine, and his shirt buttons are all undone. And finally, blissfully, Owen’s fingers slide inside me.

“Oh, fuck me,” I moan as I close my eyes and lean my head back while resting both hands on the desk to steady myself.

Owen trails kisses along my collarbone and cups my breast through my dress with his free hand. His mouth moves up my neck. When he reaches my lips, he says, “You are so fucking beautiful. Especially when I’m inside you.”

My eyes open, and I grip his cheek with one hand. “I need your cock inside me.” It’s a desperate demand that comes out on a frenzied breath. He’s driving me wild with his fingers, but I need so much more from him.