Thrill Me (One Night with Sole Regret 9)

Was it too soon in their relationship for him to have a matching pair of boxers?

Wait. Did she just think of this little tryst as a relationship? Wrong thinking, Caitlyn.

She was just going to have to thank him with sex. Lots of mind-blowing, load-blowing sex. But she was going to put some thought into how to get him off. And she’d start by doing a little research to educate herself. She wasn’t a particularly spontaneous person. At her core, she’d always been a planner. Would he think it odd that she went online to look up sex acts and started a list?

Probably.

So she’d just keep her sexual fantasy list to herself. No one had to know about it but her.

She was watching a video showing a threesome between two women and a man when her phone rang. Her heart thudded as if she’d been doing something wrong. Hell, she was the boss and supposed to be on vacation; she could watch porn on her phone in her office if she felt like it. She scribbled threesome with another woman on her fantasy list before taking Owen’s call.

“So you liked the panties?” he asked when she answered.

“Very sweet. Very thoughtful. The chocolates arrived as well. Thanks for thinking of me.”

“It’s what I’ve been doing all day.”

She was having a hard time thinking at all. Her brain was still trying to wrap itself around eating another woman’s pussy. She’d never thought about doing something like that until she wrote threesome on her list, but she wanted to try it now. Mostly to see if she was better at eating out a woman than her ex-husband had been. Charles couldn’t find her clit with a map and a flashlight and her literally putting his fingers on it, so she’d had to figure out how to give herself orgasms. Owen had been incredibly skilled at oral stimulation—no problem locating her clit at all—but how would she fare? She knew how the female body worked better than any man could, so she’d probably be pretty good at pleasuring another woman. With her fingers. Her mouth. Her tongue.

“. . . ready or not.”

“I’m sorry,” Caitlyn said, so distracted by her thoughts that she’d missed most of what he’d been saying. “Can you repeat that? I think we have a bad connection.”

“I said, having Lindsey around is a pain in the ass. Everyone is worried that they’re about to become a father, ready or not.”

“So is she staying on tour with you guys until she gives birth?”

“No. I’m dropping her off at a hotel near my house in Austin after tomorrow night’s show. I have the whole weekend off to get her settled.”

Caitlyn touched the box on her desk to remind herself that he was thinking about her. He liked her even with Lindsey underfoot. Even if he seemed to be fixated on the girl, he’d still found time to send her gifts. “Why you? Why near your house? Why aren’t any of the other guys taking responsibility for her?”

“Because.”

Because? “Owen, is there something you aren’t telling me?”

“I’m just being nice to her. What’s the big deal?”

The big deal was that he had a very pregnant complication in his life. One that had showed up just after Caitlyn had decided she wanted to pursue Owen. Lindsey’s pregnancy wouldn’t stop Caitlyn from giving this thing—whatever their time together ended up being—with Owen a shot. She’d just have to keep her heart out of it. She was still getting over her ex-husband and couldn’t let this guy get under her skin. If that baby was his—and the night before Lindsey had seemed entirely convinced it was—then he came with a whole slew of problems Caitlyn wasn’t ready to deal with. She had been looking forward to a sweet and easy romance with a sweet and easy guy. And then bam, out of nowhere, a pregnant groupie shows up.

“It’s fine,” Caitlyn said. She could make this work; she just needed a different focus. Love was out, but lust? Lust she could do. “Are you still planning on seeing me this weekend?”

“Definitely. I just need to ditch Lindsey, and I’m yours.”

“Are you taking me to another sex club?”

“Is that what you want to do?”

“Maybe,” she said. “Will we be able to find a woman there willing to join us? In bed, I mean.”

He coughed, and she smiled. He hadn’t been expecting her to go there, she assumed. He probably thought she was being spontaneous and sexy, when in truth she was approaching her sexual awakening rather scientifically.

“Like a threesome?”

“Exactly like a threesome.”

“Are you sure—” He coughed again. “Uh, I mean, yeah. I’m sure we could find a woman to hook up with us. What kind of chick are you into?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never been with another woman before.”

“But you want to be with one now?”

“Only if you’re there to guide me.”

“I’m so there,” he said.

This was fun, she decided. She felt like she could tell him all her dirty fantasies and not only would he listen, but he’d help make them a reality.

“What about a threesome with another man?” she asked, jotting it down on her list. She’d watch some videos later to see if she was truly interested in something like that. “Can we try that too?”

“Yeah, um . . . Well, that might prove a little more difficult.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” She wasn’t sure why she found it so easy to request such things. Maybe it was because she was in her element here at the office. Or maybe it was because they were talking on the phone and she didn’t have to look him in the eye when she asked. Or maybe it was because she’d written a list like she was shopping for groceries.

“No,” Owen said. “I just didn’t realize you were so kinky.”

“I don’t know if I’m kinky or not. I’ve never explored my kink except for the few things I tried with you. But you’re kinky, right?”

He laughed softly. “I guess you could call me that.”

“I want you to help me find my kink, Owen. Thrill me. Do you think you can do that?”

“I’m sure I can.”

“Great. I look forward to it.” She rolled her eyes at how impersonal that sounded. Like they were discussing wine tasting or something.

“So should I come to your house when I return to Texas for the weekend, or do you want to meet me in Austin? Or . . . I’ll go anywhere you want to go, Caitlyn. Take you anywhere you want to be.”

She contemplated her options. If he met her at her house, she could be prepared to offer him a gift to repay him for his thoughtfulness. Something sexy and well planned. Something out of her usual comfort zone.

“Didn’t you mention there was a sex club in Houston?” she asked.

“Several, actually. Houston’s a big city with eclectic tastes.”

She supposed that shouldn’t surprise her, but as a local who didn’t know of such things, she had to wonder what she’d been missing out on by getting married before she’d had a chance to explore her sexuality.

“Why don’t you come to my house after you ditch Lindsey and we can discuss if we want to go to the club Sunday night.”

“Sinday,” he corrected, and she could picture the devilish gleam in his gorgeous blue eyes.

“Whatever we decide to do, we can spend the entire weekend at my p

lace.”

“Saturday too?”

It was breaking her plan to keep him hanging for three days, but if he was hanging, then she had to hang too. “Yes, Saturday too.”

“Awesome. So you’re going to tell me where you live?”

She chuckled. “Well, I was. Should I be worried? Are you a crazy stalker type or something?”

“Just a little crazy.”

“Just the right amount of crazy,” she said.

“But not dangerous.”

“Just the right amount of dangerous,” she said.

He groaned. “I’m going to have to get off the phone now.”

“Sorry to keep you. I know you’re busy.”

“It isn’t that. The sound of your voice and making plans with you . . . Knowing I get to see you a day earlier . . . Fuck, Caitlyn, you turn me on. I’m not sure I can handle another set of blue balls.”

“You can,” she said in her most authoritative voice. “And will.”

He chuckled. “I love it when you talk bossy to me.”