Falling for My Dirty Uncle

I reach up and kiss Owen, slowly, lingering and passionately. I’m thrilled to have him respond.

I give him a side smirk.

“Thanks for—uh—whatever that was. It felt damn good.”

He zips himself back up and kisses my forehead as if I were a child, although, I suppose for most of my life, I technically have been compared to Owen.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mira. Just know that it’s never happening again—it can’t happen again.”

I stare at him, outraged. How could he say that when he’s looking at me like that?

I glance down pointedly at his crotch—I can see the edge of his cock, rock hard again already, clear as day. He wants me.

And he knows I know it.

“It really doesn’t seem as if you’re very much convinced of what you’re saying, Uncle Owen,” I say, just to get a reaction out of him.

Owen runs a hand over his face, sighing.

“See, that’s exactly why we can’t continue, Mira. For that exact fucking reason. It could ruin us both, and though I could probably recover from such a scandal, you and your fledgling business definitely wouldn’t. I won’t have that. No,” Owen says, turning from me slightly, “I won’t have that at all.”

I rush around to keep in front of him. I see him glance down at my breasts before returning his gaze to my eyes.

“Stop trying to make decisions for me!” I bite out. “I’m a grown-ass woman. And you just fucked my ass literally five minutes ago. You can’t possibly say you don’t want to at least take it further for now, in this moment? Even if you don’t want anything further to do with me after that,” I reason, somewhat quietly.

I definitely want Owen in my life after this moment. I want him so badly, I can hardly stand it.

Owen bends down and kisses me gently.

“You know damn well how much I want to fuck you senseless, Mira.”

“Then just do it! If Carl and my mom and whoever thinks we already have, then what the hell is stopping you? Why stop now?”

“Watch it, girl,” Owen growls, raising his voice in warning, enough that I flinch away slightly.

I can see why he makes such an intimidating figure in the business world, with a voice like that.

But then, he softens again.

“Stop trying to test me. Don’t do this to me. Don’t ruin what we’ve already experienced together. Please, just…calm down and think seriously for a minute.”

“As if I can take that seriously, when you’re practically wincing from the strain your cock is putting on your pants right now,” I remark, groping his crotch to emphasize the point.

Owen groans at the touch. I smile in a somewhat satisfied manner.

I slide my body against his, running my hand up from his pants over his chest and into his dark, slightly peppered hair. I bring my lips within millimeters of his, keeping them tantalizingly close.

All he has to do is lean forward slightly, and we can continue.

“Owen. Just give in. Just for now. Please. Do I really have to beg you?”

He looks conflicted. Good. I can work with conflicted.

“Come on, Owen. We could pop the lock off that door to the basement if you want a little more privacy. Or maybe we should go up to the roof and you can let the whole city hear me scream…”

Owen breathes in deeply and I know I almost have him.

“Or maybe, I should be appealing to your other brain…”