Owen holds me down on his cock and thrusts up into me. He doesn’t let me collapse. He gathers me in and rearranges us with a rough gentleness that steals my breath. Lying me back along the couch, he spreads my thighs wide and sinks into me again, deeper. He hooks one of my knees over his forearm, and the penetration changes from perfect to mind-blowing.
Owen pounds into me with a blinding power, each stroke a heavy, wet slide that hits my G-spot over and over again, making me see stars. Sweat slides from his hairline down his cheek; I catch it with my thumb, and he kisses my palm mid-thrust like I’ve just offered up my heart. My breasts bounce; he palms one, thumb circling my nipple, and the little tug rockets straight down.
I don’t know if my body can take another orgasm, but I’m addicted to how he’s making me feel, and I can’t say no. “Please—please—”
His thumb circles my clit, and he watches my face as he snaps his hips and rubs my clit and says terrible, wonderful things that turn my bones to sugar. “That’s my girl. Take it. Take all of it. You’re so wet, Vivian—hear how wet you are? You’re taking me so fucking deep. Do you want me deeper? You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes,” I cry, the word breaking into a moan. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Owen, please, don’t—”
“I’m not stopping,” he says, jaw clenched with the promise. “I’m not stopping until you come again.”
Right now, there is only Owen and the most powerful orgasm of my life. I clench around him hard as electrifying pleasure pulses through me. I gasp his name, and the world goes starry at the edges.
“Fuck—Vivian—” His voice is shredded. “You’re—God—”
Owen’s body bucks against mine as he comes, moaning my name. He collapses on me, smiling and stroking my hair.
Exhaling, he wraps his arms around me, strong and sure, gathering me in. We breathe together. His heartbeat steadies under my ear, steady and heavy, and mine matches without trying.
This isn’t just sex. It’s deeper, terrifyingly so. Something unfurls in my chest, raw and real. I’ve never experienced anything remotely like this.
I think I’ve fallen in love.
CHAPTER 5
OWEN
The server room hums around me at five in the morning, cables coiled with military precision around the backup systems. My fingers move automatically, checking connections I’ve already double-checked.
If I stop moving, I’ll remember how perfect Vivian’s body felt over and under me, her seductive moans in my ear, the way she clung to me as I gave her orgasm after orgasm. I’ll never forget how it felt to be inside her—and how, instead of going back to her coffee shop the next morning, I’ve avoided her for an entire week. So I keep moving, pretending that cables and code matter more than the only woman I can’t stop craving.
“Jesus, Owen.” Jake’s voice cuts through the mechanical drone. “You said it would take a week to clear the server maintenance backlog. What about theFerdinand assessment?”
I don’t look up from the router configuration. “It’s done now.”
“All of it? The redundancy protocols, the security patches, the hardware diagnostics?” Jake steps into the server room, hissharp eyes taking in the organized chaos around me. “Fuck, man. That’s more than a week of work.”
“I need to keep busy.” I adjust a cable that doesn’t need adjusting.
“By the way,” Jake says, settling against the wall, “Izzy’s back from LA. Studio sessions went well. She says she’s up to help Vivian out.”
I look up from the cables. I may be hesitant to see Vivian right now, but it doesn’t mean I’ve stopped caring about her or stopped wanting her to succeed. If Izzy can work some of her magic for Vivian, that would be fantastic.
“How’s her schedule looking?”
“It’s pretty open right now, though she’s locked away today because she’s working on a new song. Izzy loves supporting local, women-owned businesses, so she’s definitely in.”
“That’s great,” I say, though I know the enthusiasm in my voice is lacking. “It would mean the world to Vivian to have Izzy’s support.”
“No problem. She’s happy to help.” Jake’s boots scrape against the floor as he moves closer. “Are you okay, Owen? You look like you haven’t slept or changed your clothes in days.”
My jaw clenches. “I’m fine.”
“Owen.” His voice carries the tone he uses when he’s not going to accept any excuses. “Did something happen?”
The cable blurs in front of me. Vivian’s face flashes through my mind—her head thrown back, lips parted as she screamed my name while I made her come. And then come again. Fuck.It’s criminal how sexy she is and how she responded to me. A lifetime wouldn’t be enough to get lost in her sexy curves and between those glorious, thick thighs. I’ve never been with a woman I felt so in sync with—especially on the first night together.
“Something happened with Vivian.” The words scrape out of my throat.
