“Fuck,” he growls, slamming his mouth down onto mine.
His fingers work faster, and I come just as Owen’s phone rings.
I grasp his biceps while my orgasm shatters through me. My fingers dig into his skin so hard I’m sure they’ll leave marks. “Fuck!” I cry out, unable to hold it in. Owen surprises me by not trying to suppress my scream, but then he’s full of surprises.
His phone stops ringing.
Thank God.
But then it starts again.
I gather my senses as I recover from the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time to find Owen looking at his phone that’s sitting on the desk.
“Do you have to get that?” I don’t want him to, but I figure he may need to.
His gaze slices back to me just as the ringing stops. “Yeah, I think I’m going to have to.”
The ringing starts back up again, and he swears under his breath as he snatches the phone up. “Can this wait? I’m busy,” he clips.
I can’t hear what’s said, but I can hear it’s a woman.
“Give me a minute. I’ll come to you.”
She says something in reply, and the irritation that flares in his eyes tells me he’s not happy with whatever it is.
“Okay, I’ll finish up here.”
He ends the call and steps away from me. Buttoning his shirt, he says, “We’re going to have to finish this later. Jill’s waiting for me outside.”
Jesus, the woman has the worst timing. She dragged him away from me last night, and now this.
I nod and fix my dress before trying to make my hair presentable. Owen finishes buttoning his shirt and moves towards the door. Reaching for him, I stop his progress. “Your hair is a mess. Let me fix it.”
His eyes meet mine and there’s so much regret there. He bends his head so I can try to work some magic. I don’t know what it is about the moment, but him silently letting me do my thing, and my fingers gently working their way through his hair sparks more of that electricity between us. I know he’s felt it too when he lifts his head back up.
Grabbing me around the waist, he pulls me close again for one last kiss. When he’s finished, he stalls for a moment and murmurs, “Beautiful,” as his eyes hungrily roam over me.
And then he lets me go, and I exit his office.
Jill’s eyes widen as she takes me in. I’m guessing she knows what it means when Owen closes his blinds while he has a woman in his office.
The last thing I hear is her snapping at him, “We’ve got a lot to discuss. The first thing being her,” and I wonder if I’ll ever get to experience another Owen North orgasm in my life.
9
Owen
“Are you listening to a word I’m saying?” Julian asks later that afternoon.
I exhale a frustrated breath. “No. Today’s not a good day to go over this.”
“Tomorrow then?”
I nod. “Yeah. First thing in the morning?”
He stands and agrees. “You can’t blow me off tomorrow, though. This needs to be taken care of as soon as possible.”
Once I’m alone, I pull out my phone and send a text to Charlize. It’s just after five, and I haven’t seen or heard from her since this morning. My dick has been hard all day just thinking about her.