“Before this goes any further, I need you to understand one thing.”
She nodded before he even finished his words. Owen suppressed his smile at her eagerness. This was important.
“If we do this, you’re mine. There’s too much at stake here if you walk away from me again. We'll take it slow. One step at a time. But by the end of your six weeks, we're deciding. Until then, you're mine in every way that matters.”
“I won't walk away. Not unless we both agree.” She pressed a brief kiss to his lips but didn't move away. “Now make me yours,” she murmured against his lips.
Owen wasted no time, gliding his hands up her legs and under her dress until he cupped the curve of her hips.
“No panties? You're killing me,” he groaned.
She widened her eyes in an attempt to look innocent. “You stole my panties earlier. Figured I’d save you the trouble this time.”
He cupped her sex and circled her clit a few times. “Already wet for me?”
She moaned, grinding down on his fingers. “Always. I'm always wet for you.”
“That's right.”
He slid a finger inside while working her clit with his thumb. When she tossed her head back, he kissed down the swell of her breasts begging to break loose of her dress.
“That’s it. Come all over my fingers.”
He added another finger and increased the pressure on her clit. She fell apart, her legs trembling. Owen waited until she opened her eyes before slowly removing his fingers, drawing out her pleasure. A delicious flush had crawled up her chest. He was addicted to seeing how her body craved him.
Holding her stare, he drew his fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of her on his tongue.
“Holy shit, that's hot,” Ava breathed.
She pulled him into a greedy kiss. His cock strained against his jeans as she raked her fingers through his hair and fisted his bun like she couldn't get enough of him.
She moved away, shifting down further and working to unbuckle his belt. Owen leaned back on his hands, letting her get to work. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to feel her mouth on him. She freed his cock, licking her lips as she fisted his length and toyed with him.
“Let me show you what it means to be mine,” she said. Then she lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth. The first glide of her tongue was almost enough to make him come. His mind raced to think of unsexy thoughts to keep from coming too soon.
Call the contractor tomorrow. Create the shift schedule for the café. For the love of God don't come in her mouth in less than a minute, come on, man.
She sucked him into the back of her throat, swallowing around the length. He could see the outline of his cock in her throat. He shifted his weight to one hand, using the other to trace the length of her throat in awe. When she pulled off his cock, he cupped her face to stop her from going back down on him.
“Give me a minute. I don't want this to end too soon.”
She grinned, her red lipstick finally smudged. She looked debauched.
She's perfect.
She turned her head to kiss his palm, then crawled up his body until she straddled his waist once more, then without warning, she sank down on his cock.
They both groaned at the contact.
“Shit, Ava. We forgot a condom,” he said, alarm shooting through him at the lapse in judgment. He gripped her hips to keep her still.
“I'm on birth control,” she said. “And I'm clean. Went to the doctor before coming here.”
“I'm clean too. It's been months,” he said.
She nodded, her eyes glazed over in pleasure. “I need to move,” she breathed.
Owen released her hips and gathered up her dress, bunching it in his fist. He wanted to see where their bodies joined. She rode his cock, grinding down on him over and over as she chased her pleasure.
