He repositions, grips my hips, and pounds relentlessly into my pussy. I wish I could see it. I wish I could have an out of body experience and watch the moment Owen King loses control with me.
Because he has. His grunts and groans fight to take over my own moans and screams.
My shoulder smarts, my body aches, my stomach hurts from how deep he is, but in between all of that, the feeling of fullness and the pleasure he milks out of me, is something that takes my breath away.
This isn’t about me, though; this is about him.
Taking what he needs from me, and I’ll give it to him.
Every. Single. Time.
Because Owen and I… there is nothing insignificant about us.
And we are in this now together, past, present and future.
49
Lucy - Present
“Ready?”
“Ready,” Owen says, shucking his jacket on.
“Talk me through the plan again.”
“You go to the roof terrace; I’ll go to the office. Then when the time comes, I’ll head over to meet fake Luca. You’ll already be there, so will be able to know if it’s not him, and we need to abort.”
“And if we do abort?”
“You’ll ring three times.”
“And—”
“We meet back here, but I am not to go directly here, I am totake precautions.”
“The air quotes are not appreciated,” I say, doing the same. “This is serious.”
“I know.”
“Why do you look slightly unhinged?”
“Because I am,” he says, fidgeting from side to side.
“If you’re not up for this, I can do it. I know Luca. And if it’s someone who has intercepted yourcode.” Owen pulls a face at my air quotes, and I can’t help but smile.
“No, it’s fine. It’s just the adrenaline.”
“It is. Okay. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Love you.”
“Three thousand.”
He grins at my reference from our childhood.
“It must be five thousand by now, especially after last night.”
“Meh, maybe.” I shrug. “Go to work, Mr Politician.”
