She knocked on the door, and Owen called out for her to enter. He was sitting behind his desk and didn’t look up right away. His eyes were focused on a paper in front of him. Ruby noticed that he pursed his lips slightly as he concentrated and something about that made a warm feeling form in the center of her chest.
She reached his desk and sat the plate down. Owen’s gaze flickered up to her, and she saw surprise in his eyes.
“Ruby?”
She chuckled nervously. “That’s me.”
Pushing his chair back, he stood and came around the desk. She noticed that he’d removed his suit jacket, just like the night he treated her hand. The top two buttons of the black shirt he wore were open, revealing smooth olive skin. His sleeves were rolled up again, revealing a tattoo of some kind of celtic symbol in black ink.
God, he was sexy.
“How’s your hand?” he asked, taking a hold of it.
She’d changed out the wrap he put on for a large band-aid that covered most of her palm. “It’s okay. It wasn’t deep.”
His big hands enveloped her, and she looked up at him through her eyelashes. That connection they shared was stronger than ever now, and she couldn’t stop her eyes from going to his lips.
“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” he said, his eyes seeming to grow darker.
She wet her lips, and he stepped closer, so that their chests were pressed together.
“What if I like that?” she asked, an ache forming deep inside of her. She’d never been so turned on in her life. “What if I want to be burned?”
Owen groaned, his arms coming around her. She was pulled flush against his body, all those hard muscles pressed against her. Her hands came around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Owen took control almost immediately, his tongue slipping inside to tangle with her own as his hands ran down her back to grope her ass.
Ruby moaned into his mouth, a haze of lust settling over her brain and chasing away her concerns about the fact that Owen was her boss. She could feel his erection pressing into her lower stomach, and her core pulsed with the need to feel him sink inside.
She was lifted into Owen’s arms, her legs going around his waist. The bulge in his pants hit her in just the right place, and she couldn’t help moving against him, seeking friction. It was good, but not enough.
Then, they were moving. Owen brought them around the desk, brushing the papers off and shifting his plate of food to the bookshelf behind him as he laid her out on the surface. He pulled back from the kiss and ripped her shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere.
“Hey!” she gasped, but he just chuckled.
“I’ll replace it,” he said, his eyes on her white lacy bra. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
His hands ran up her sides, tracing the curve of her hip before he cupped her breasts, his thumbs running over her beaded nipples through her bra. She arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his touch.
Her breathing turned into sharp, desperate gasps, as he ground his erection into her. His fingers found the front clasp of her bra, releasing it and exposing her to the cool air in the room. He lowered himself over her, his mouth latching onto one nipple while he used his hand to pinch and tease the other. The onslaught of sensation made her moan and close her eyes as she tilted her head back.
She was so wet that she was sure that her panties would be soaked. It was a good thing she wasn’t going back downstairs to work after this.
His mouth moved to the other side, his tongue flicking back and forth, and she started to squirm. She needed this to move along. He was lavishing her breasts, and it felt amazing, but her pussy was clenching on air.
“Owen…” she groaned, and he raised his head to look at her.
“Do you want to be fucked, sweetheart? Right here on my desk?”
“Yes.”
Owen yanked open a drawer in his desk and grabbed a condom. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him. He opened his pants, freeing his erection, and she couldn’t stifle a gasp at the sight of it. He was bigger than any man she’d been with before, but she wasn’t nervous. If anything, it made her want this more.
Ripping open the condom, he rolled it on and lifted her off her desk. His kiss was rough this time, and she matched his intensity, nipping his lip.
That seemed to snap the last threads of his control. Spinning her around, he reached around to the front of her pants, unbuttoning them and yanking them down along with her wet panties. She was bent over the desk, and he immediately moved in close behind her.
His hand ran down her spine, and she looked back over her shoulder at him. His dark eyes were wild, but he didn’t take her yet. He moved his hand from her back to her ass, caressing her skin. Then, his fingers slipped between her legs.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice little more than a growl. “So wet and ready. You know what you want, don’t you? I like that.”
