“Let’s go, Eva,” he barks.
I know he’s extremely pissed, so I bite my tongue, place the helmet on my head, and climb on the bike behind him. I squeeze my thighs against him and tighten my arms around his taut waist.
Some of the tension seems to leave his body as he places a hand over mine and takes off. I’m not sure what’s in store for us when we get to wherever we’re going, but I can tell it’s going to be intense.
Owen
“Son of a bitch,” I say under my helmet as I push King’s bike and try not to acknowledge Eva’s hold on me.
I can’t do this shit. Eva is my woman, but I had to watch as my workers drooled over her for hours. I had my eyes on Eva the entire time King laid his shit on me. I should be optimistic after my talk with King, but this shit has only gotten worse.
King’s ass isn’t going to handle this well. He’ll get over it, but he isn’t going to like it at all when he finds out. His current situation and the turmoil over it is going to set this whole thing on fire.
However, each time I watched one of my guys glance at Eva’s ass, I almost pulled the Band-Aid off and told him. If for no other reason than to be able to stake my claim publicly. Just to let them all know to keep their fucking eyes off my woman.
Shit, this is my fault. I wanted to bring her out of her shell and allow her to see she doesn’t have to hide in those baggy clothes. Now, all I want is to rip my own shirt off and cover her in it.
I’m burning up with rage. Anthony is lucky to still have his life, fuck his job. He’ll be in Vegas by the end of the week. We just started a new division out there. Tiny has been asking me for a few good foremen. Well, now she has one.
All I want is to take Eva home and show her who she belongs to, but I can’t. I have a meeting with a new client at the office in thirty minutes. I rev the engine on King’s bike and floor it to the office. The sooner I get this over with, the better.
I may not be able to get my hands on her now, as bad as I want to, but I’m going to make it through this meeting with one goal in mind. Oh, I plan to fuck her brains out as soon as this meeting is over, and nothing is going to stop me.
Did she do anything wrong? No, that’s my fucking problem. She’s so sweet and innocent; people prey on that. I want that fire I know she has to be on display to let people know she belongs to me, but I can’t pull that shit out yet. Why? Because we haven’t done shit right.
No, this shit is on me. I fucked up and now I’m paying for it, big time. When King narrowed his eyes at me and said he had to go, I was able to take a breath of relief. King had come and gone without things coming to blows, and I was finally able to go get my woman.
I have to make this shit right, because it’s about to make me crazy. I know what I’m about to do is on the border of insane, but I don’t give a flying fuck. In my own head, I need to prove she’s mine.
“Fuck.”
Chapter 16
Mine
Eva
We get to the Soul Deep Enterprise Building and park in the garage. Owen helps me off the bike but doesn’t say a word. I wring my hands together after he takes the helmet from me and puts it away. His face is an expressionless mask.
“You’ll sit in on this meeting with me,” he says.
With a nod, I follow him wordlessly, but I can’t help noticing how detached he sounds. We walk to the elevator and climb in. I know this is during work hours. However, when he moves to stand across from me in the car with his arms folded across his chest, my heart sinks a little.
I swallow as my mind starts to spin. I move on autopilot as we get to the floor Owen’s office resides on.
“Mr. Mason, the clients are in the boardroom,” Holden says, after lifting his head up and spotting Owen storming forward ahead of me.
I recognize him from back home. Holden is the little brother of Tracks, one of the Squad members of the Lost Souls. I shudder to think of the Squad. It only takes a second to figure out Holden must be taking over for Beth.
“Good,” Owen replies, taking the clipboard that’s handed to him.
Owen seems to be keeping his distance from me. You would think we were just two co-workers, like we should be. I’m not sure how to feel about that.
“This client wants us to bid for this project. I’m not completely convinced I want to take this one on yet. We’ll head in after I get these docs signed,” he says as he flips through the pages on the clipboard.
His tone is gruff but still professional as he explains the purchase orders and contract he scribbles his signature on. I note he doesn’t fail to show me what he’s working on. “Always make sure the spec sheets match the purchase order. I can’t tell you how many times the wrong thing has been ordered because of one simple mistake,” he mumbles as he shows me what he means.
“Got it.”
“Holden, this all looks good. They have my signature. Get it all processed this afternoon,” he says, handing the clipboard back to Holden who has been walking with us.
“On it. There are some messages for you on your desk,” Holden says before turning and disappearing back to the reception desk.
Owen gives me a few more notes about the meeting we are going into before we get to the conference room. I listen to him while he gives me details on what I need to do and the tasks he’s trusting me to handle in this meeting. Although, he has kept at least a foot of distance between us since we got on the elevator from the garage.
I’m not sure if he’s pissed at me, or what happened back at the worksite. However, I get that now isn’t the time to ask. I think to myself; his demeanor will change once the meeting starts.
It doesn’t, other than the tight smile he gives the clients. Owen is just as gruff with them, rushing the meeting along. Everyone seems to be flustered but him.
This is where I realize he’s the best at what he does. The clients seem to bend over to please him, not the other way around. They really want him to bite at this bid.
The meeting isn’t fifteen minutes in when Owen interrupts the ramblings of the pretty, nerdy project manager. “Ladies, gentleman,” he says.
She pushes her glasses up her nose and her mouth pops open as she stares at Owen.
I almost laugh. I’ve had that expression many times in his presence. Her mocha skin does nothing to hide her blush as concern covers her face. Her brown eyes go round as Owen lifts from his seat.
“Sorry, sir, did I say something wrong?”
“No, Andy, I’ll send over my proposal. If you still want Soul Deep as the lead on this project after seeing the specs and designs, we can move forward,” Owen says.
She looks relieved as she falls back in her seat. “Oh, thank you so much,” Andy breathes and rubs her temple as her two co-workers start to look relieved as well.
Owen starts for the door to the conference room. “Eva,” he barks.
I rush from my seat and follow him to his office. He calls over his shoulder to Holden to hold his calls. Owen holds the office door open for me and I walk in.
As soon as the door is closed, he clasps my wrist and drags me over to the bookshelf. He stands behind me and lifts the wrist he is holding to cover my fingers and hold my thumb.
He nuzzles my neck before breathing in my ear. “This is why I printed you the other day. The only way to open this panel is to have print recognition access. Everyone else that knows about and has access to the apartment has to go through the service entry.” He flicks his tongue out against my ear. “Stick your thumb here.”
He places my thumb in the groove and the panel pops open. Owen backs us out of the way for the door to swing open. This time as I move forward, I’m able to focus on the design of the stairs.
Not having to worry about my heels or breaking my neck, I admire the glass steps as they light up one by one with each step I take with my little booted feet. I start singing “Billie Jean” in my head as I reach the top of the landing and snicker to myself. My laughter is cut off as two large hands cup t
he sides of my ass. Owen rests his thumbs under my ass cheeks as he squeezes.
I nearly choke on a gasp as he buries his face in my crack, while he uses his thumbs to spread my cheeks. His hot mouth is on my sex over my jeans. He growls behind me, reaching to unfasten my jeans. He starts to pull them and my panties down my legs.
I bend to release my shoes strings to kick my boots off, causing him to growl. I barely get one boot off before his face is back between my legs. He sucks my left lower lip into his mouth before twirling his tongue into me. He moves to the right side and repeats.
I look over my shoulder to see him on his knees on the top step. The light from the step illuminates him as he laps at my pussy. His face is completely consumed by my ass. His beard brushes my skin and it only sends my tingling flesh into a fever.
“Oh, God, Owen,” I cry out.
“Shit, Eva. I’m going to kill this pussy.”
He reaches to tug my other boot from my foot and tears my jeans the rest of the way off. He stands and grabs my hips, moving me over to the nearest see-through glass wall. He places my palms to it and drops to his knees.
“Owen,” I moan as my head drops down between my shoulders.
His response is to lift my leg and place my ankle onto his shoulder, while he attacks my core from behind. I beat my fist against the glass as he devours me. He’s never been this intense and that’s saying a lot.
“You’re mine,” he grunts into my folds. “I want everyone to know you belong to me. I can’t take this shit, Eva. Fuck!”
I know he’s thinking out loud, and even if he weren’t, I couldn’t reply. My legs turn to jelly and the one leg that’s supporting me threatens to give out.
“I’m coming,” I scream.
“Damn… fucking… right,” he grunts as he lifts to his feet and pushes his jeans down his legs.
I cry out as he plunges into me. On penetration I come around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Owen does a combination of a chuckle, groan, and moan. He cups his hand under my chin, lifting my head up from between my shoulders. He thrusts his hips forward and pins me to the wall.
With a slow measured grind of his hips, he moves in me with a swivel type of motion. We both moan. “Fuck yeah, baby girl. I’m not giving you up, Eva. I can’t breathe without you,” he says hotly in my ear before biting down on it.
I was expecting him to take me hard and fast after making me come. I mean, he did say he was going to kill it. He doesn’t though, I mean, he is killing me and my pussy, but not hard and fast.
Nope, he continues the slow roll and swivel of his hips. Each time that thick, hard meat between his legs stirs inside me, I gush and spasm around him. He has a bruising hold on my waist with his right hand that’s keeping me pinned to the wall.
I pound the glass with my fist as I sob his name. When he starts to rock in and out of me, real tears start to fall. Owen dips his head and licks the tears soaking my cheek.
I reach my fingers into his hair and tug, causing him to groan and pant harder against my heated flesh as he moves to suck on my neck. This shit ain’t right. He knows it.
He’s punishing us both for what we’ve gotten ourselves into. He releases my face and reaches for my clit. I’m a shaking writhing mess against the wall.
I come so hard I see stars. Meanwhile, Owen grips my hips and releases me from being pinned to the glass we have steamed up. I’m breathing my way around multiples, when Owen’s hand comes down on my ass.
“Mine,” he grunts as he starts the pounding I’d been expecting. My butt stings from his slap, but it only turns me on more. “I’ll take a bullet for this shit, baby. I’m never going through that shit again. I’m taking you home and clearing this shit up. You’re my woman. This is my pussy. Fuck, Eva.”
Holy shit.
I swear I think this grown ass man just gave a husky whimper on that last part, as I clinched my walls around his cock. His strokes get choppy for a moment before he regains his control. He slaps my ass again.
“Baby,” I gasp.
“Shit, you’re going to bring me to my knees. I shouldn’t want you this fucking much,” he says through clenched teeth.
I reach for his hands and dig my nails into his skin. His hold on me tightens. His powerful thighs are the only thing supporting us as my feet start to lift up off the floor.
I’m so wet and full. Our grunts and groans are bouncing off the glass in front of us. The sound of his skin slapping mine is the only thing that’s louder.
Owen reaches for the neck of my polo shirt and rips it right down the middle. My bra is the next casualty. My breasts bounce free and he places his hand in the center of my back. He presses forward, smashing my breasts to the glass wall. The coolness of the glass against my breasts is a soothing sensation to my skin.
The nerd in my brain babbles about Owen being a genius architect. I’m sure the walls have central air cooling them. As if knowing my inner geek has tried to break the moment, he proceeds to break my back.
He grips a handful of my hair and tugs my head back. Then he shoves his free hand between the glass and my breast to knead it. I blink back more tears of pleasure.
“We’re coming,” he announces loudly and increases the pace.
“Mother of… oh, my God, Owen,” I scream.
Don’t ask me what happens next. All I know is that I feel his hot seed flood me as I ripple around him. My heart pounds as I collapse in his arms.
Owen
“Eva?”
I look down at baby girl in my arms. She has blacked out on me. I chuckle and lean to kiss her sweet lips. God, I love this woman.
Yeah, I’ll be following King back to Georgia. He needs to know the truth. This woman is mine. Maybe we can have something in common soon.
I can only wish.
I want Eva Kennedy as Eva Mason. The real Mrs. Mason.
Chapter 17
Unwanted Courtesy
Eva
I close the file I’m working on and reach for the next one. I’m in Owen’s office working while he’s out at a worksite. After Monday, I haven’t been to a site since.
“Knock, knock.” I look up at the sound of Troy’s voice.
I have to hold myself back from groaning and rolling my eyes. He finds his way to this office whenever I’m here and Owen isn’t. I’m so tired of his corny jokes and prying.
“Hi, Troy,” I say, trying to hold back on my annoyance.
“You look busy. Hope we aren’t working you too hard.”
If I look busy you would think he would leave me alone. Not a chance. He saunters into the office and takes a seat in the chair across from me.
“Nothing wrong with a little hard work. How can I help you?” I reply.
“Oh, I thought I’d come and check on you. You know, see if everything is working out for you. If there may be some questions you have about the internship and your role here,” he says and gives me a cheese smile.
I try so hard not to roll my eyes. Glancing at the clock, I wonder how much longer Owen will be. I’m never comfortable around this guy.
“I’m fine. Working my way through the list Mr. Mason left for me,” I say.
“Maybe you should take a break. Have you eaten? I’d love to take you to lunch. You fascinate me. I want to get to know more about you,” he says.
“I have a lot to do here. I’ll get lunch when Mr. Mason returns. Thank you.”
“Oh, come on. You have to be hungry by now.” He looks down at his watch. “It’s the perfect time for this little spot I know. They serve great drinks as well.”
“I’m not much of a drinker. Besides, these are working hours for me. I’ll be fine here. I have some blueprints I need to get to after sorting these files. Thanks, though.”
“Shame. I would have enjoyed your company,” he says.
He stands and moves closer to my chair. I draw back in my seat. This guy really doesn’t get I’m not at all interested in him.
Please go away.
Too bad he doesn’t get the message. Instead, he reaches over me and picks up the file I just finished working on. He flips through it as if he’s overlooking my work.
I frown. Ugh, his cologne is giving me a headache. I pluck the folder from his hand.
“I have this one completed. Don’t want anything to fall out of order,” I say.
“I can see why the boss wanted you as his intern. You’re pretty thorough. What do you say I take a rain check on that lunch date?”
Oh my God, is he slow?
“I like to eat here. I’m not sure that rain check will happen,” I say pointedly.
“Keep it in mind. Totally my treat. We can go anywhere you want, doesn’t have to be my suggestion.”
“Yeah, sure,” I reply to get him out of here so I can finish my work.
“You know where to find me. It was good to see you, Eva. Always a pleasure to see you,” he says with that smile I’m sure he thinks is charming.
Like your ass hasn’t been in here every day so far this week. Ugh! Dick.
I only stare at him in confusion. I’ve never shown him any interest, and yet, here he is, again. I shake my head as he moves for the door to leave.
I pick up my phone to see if Owen has sent me a text. Troy has only served to remind me of how much I miss Owen. I bite my lip when I see nothing.
Pushing down my disappointment, I remind myself he’s a busy man. There were a few hiccups he had to deal with today. I’m more than aware it could take him longer than usual to return.
Doesn’t mean I can’t miss him a little bit. Okay, a whole lot. I flip open the next file.
Keep busy, Eva. He’ll return soon enough.
Brick
As I type a message out on my phone and send it, my attention is pulled by movement from my office door. I look up and stop in my fucking tracks. The smile I had on my face—thinking Eva would be the one stepping out—disappears and I nearly snarl as I see Troy.
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