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He frowned. “I don’t think the position matters.”
I flipped us around so he was the one against the wall, stopping just short of physically picking him up by the arse cheeks and putting myself out of my misery.
“Sure about that, love?”
Owain blinked up at me and I imagined him falling into my mouth and then my bed…
“I don’t see the difference.”
It was such a blow to my ego that it staggered off into a corner to sulk.
“How about this instead?” Owain suggested.
He slid down the wall until his head was eye level with my crotch and I about lost my shit. He couldn’t be serious? I hope he’s serious. Please, god, be serious.
Hands grasped my thighs and I wasted no time reaching for the stupid tie of my sleeves around my waist. “Fuck yes, this is much better. You were right, love.”
Owain grinned just before force was applied and my legs were forced wider. I blinked. The fuck kind of technique was this? Maybe he needed some extra room to work? Hey. I wasn’t one to judge. A BJ was a privilege, not a right.
I went with the flow, still working on my stupid uniform when Owain suddenly ducked between my legs.
I stared at the wall for a good second, then down at Owain’s perfect arse, wiggling as it slid through the gap and disappeared behind me. He turned around and grabbed hold of the back of my uniform, hanging on like a limpet.
“Now this is a fun position,” he said.
My uniform decided that now was the time it wanted to undo itself, the arms slipping out of the knot I’d been working on as the whole thing succumbed to Owain’s weight.
He hit the floor with a thump, my uniform pooling at my ankles and leaving my bare arse out for the world to see.
“You don’t wear underwear,” Owain said, staring right up in the direction of my taint.
I squealed, grabbing my uniform and hoisting it back up to tie it again. “What are you doing?” I demanded.
Owain tilted his head from his sprawl on the floor. “Entertaining my guest.”
“We have different ideas of entertainment,” I grumbled, willing my face to stop burning. “Do you do this with all your guests?”
The chance that he might say yes drove me a little bit mad, which made zero sense. Why did I care that Owain might be doing this weird not-flirting flirting with somebody else? It wasn’t exactly like I did anything but casual.
And I wanted to casually lock him in a tower where no one else could ever lay eyes on him again.
Owain pushed himself up on his elbows, all alluring with his thighs pressed together and his shorts so. Fucking. High. “Do what?”
He was a monster.
I turned around and pressed my forehead against the wall, giving myself a silent pep talk.
“I think Popty might have chilled out now. Do you want to continue the tour?” he asked after a moment.
“Give me a minute.”
“Okie dokie.”
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Operation Convince the Fleshy Landlubber
Owain
