Текст книги "Take the Fall"

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Rowan

Seth stands in the middle of the lobby of Gardner’s, looking sexy in a dark shirt that stretches over his broad chest and darker jeans that highlight his powerful thighs. The full lips I used to kiss all the time are set determinedly in a straight line. The dark stubble on his sharp cheeks makes him look dangerous.

A delicious thrill runs through me, but I ignore it and him. I have to.

Get it together, girl. You’re mad at him, not lusting for the fool.

Turning my attention back to Mrs. Hernandez, I smile. “We’ll put you on a payment plan, okay?”

She breathes out an obvious sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, Rowan. I don’t know how I could pay the bill, with Val in”—she swallows, embarrassment coloring her pretty face—“you know where.”

“You always pay your bills—everyone knows that about your family. So I know you’re good for it,” I say brightly, and Mrs. Hernandez smiles proudly. I’m not lying. Mrs. Hernandez always pays her bills, even if it means she has to work three jobs to do it while her oldest son, and the secondary breadwinner of the family, is in prison for auto theft.

I can feel Seth’s eyes on me, burning a hole in my head. Thankfully, he’s not the type to come charging in and demand I make Mrs. Hernandez pay on the spot.

A throat clears, and my stomach flips. “Rowan. We need to talk.”

Then again, I have to remember that the type of guy he used to be is gone. “Just a minute,” I mutter, then force myself to be cheerful once more. “Why don’t you go talk with Linda, and she’ll work out a plan with you?”

Mrs. Hernandez nods, following the direction I’m pointing to the desk in the back.

I turn to face Seth, but now he’s not paying attention. Instead, he’s taking in the shop, the fresh paint, the shiny equipment, and its cleanliness. His grandmother had been ill for a while before she died, and the place had gotten run down without her. But when I took over, I made it look as good as it did when she and Mr. Gardner first opened it.

Along the walls I hung old pictures of them. They’re young, proud, and obviously in love. I think the place looks great, but Seth might not agree. He might hate everything I’ve done to his grandparents’ shop, but it’s working. We’re in the black and making money, instead of losing it—even while supporting my Jailbirds to Jobs employment nonprofit.

From what Shaw said this morning, Seth is entirely within his rights to sell the place and my home. His home. Whatever. But he also said that he would encourage Seth to sell Gardner’s to me.

Seth’s hot glare makes me take a step back.

Yeah, he’s sooo open to selling this place to me, which sucks, because I feel like Gardner’s is mine. I’ve worked my tail off since I took over, and battled customers and vendors who tried to take advantage of me because I’m a woman and therefore apparently unable to make a decision without a man.

“Can we talk now?” he asks.

“Sure.”

Seth searches the shop. “Privately?”

My eyes grow wide. “Okay,” I say, wary as anything. I really don’t want to be alone with him, but if he’s going to bitch me out, then I’d rather he do it in private. “We can talk in my office.”

“Lead the way,” he says, and then follows me.

The door is already open, but I step to the side to let him in, and close it behind us. Immediately, Seth fills the entire space as he takes off his coat. Despite my best intentions, my mouth runs dry at the sight of him removing such a safe piece of clothing.

“Why in the hell are you employing convicts?” he asks, not bothering with small talk. Honestly, it’s better this way. No need to pretend that we actually have anything to say to each other—at least anything that’s civil. Still, my heart pinches painfully in my chest.

“That’s none of your business,” I snap.

“One, your safety is my business, and two, since I own this place, who you employ is my business as well.”

“Here we go again. First it was the key under the rock and now it’s whom I employ. You don’t have the right to tell me what to do.”

“As the owner I have the right to fire your ass.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You are such an asshole.”

“I can be,” he says in a voice that gives me pause. “Or I can be very accommodating.”

“Like selling Gardner’s to me?” I ask, wanting to get the issue out of the way.

“Not sure.”

“You can’t run it. You don’t know the difference between a spark plug and a piston.”

He just gives me a look. Yeah, I exaggerated that last accusation a lot. Okay, so I exaggerated completely.

“Okay, fine,” I huff. “But you don’t know the first thing about running a business.”

“True,” he says slowly. “But I thought you could teach me.”

“If you sell the business to me, I wouldn’t have to teach you anything and you could be on your merry way,” I say as sweetly as I can manage without throwing up.

“Where’s the fun in that, Ro?” He brushes back a strand of hair from my face. “How about this: You have less than two weeks to convince me to sell this place to you.”

I laugh. “Like you’d last two minutes in Forrestville.”

“Baby, I last a hell of a lot longer than two minutes.”

“That’s not how I remember it.” Take that, you pompous jerk.

He grins wickedly, undeterred by my insult. “Maybe I should refresh your memory.”

“I’d rather not be traumatized again.” I skirt around him, heading toward my desk. I perch on the edge and begin to swing one leg back and forth to expend some of the nervous energy that’s suddenly appeared.

A dark brow arches. “Never took you for the type to be scared of what a man can give you.” He leans against the door and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Oh, I’m not scared of what a man can give me, but I am disturbed by the thought of a boy playing hit it and quit it.”

“I never played hit it and quit it with you, Rowan.” His chiseled jaw works. “For you to insinuate otherwise doesn’t say much about either of us. Unless that’s how you roll now. Too many boys around here for you, baby?”

Anger and outrage propel me forward. I shove my finger into his chest. “Get out, you asshole.”

Seth doesn’t move. He stares at me with a mixture of astonishment and arrogance. Not easy to pull off, but he does it, and it bugs the hell out of me.

“Didn’t you hear me? Get. Out.” I shove my finger into his chest again, but this time he grabs my wrist, so quickly that it makes my mind whirl. His thumb moves, caressing.

Memories of our last night together, of him pinning me against a brick wall and touching me tenderly, wash over me. I want him to touch me in other places. I want him. Plain and simple. I want Seth, and I hate myself for wanting him. I hate him for making me want him when it’s obvious he still blames me for everything.

I close my eyes and breathe, trying to get a freaking grip on my emotions and my body’s response to him.

“What are you thinking, Rowan?” His voice is raspy and pained, like the words actually hurt as he says them. “Never mind. I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re thinking about what’s going to happen between us. You’re thinking about all the times I sneaked into your room and fucked you. Or when you’d let me eat that sweet little pussy of yours as long as I wanted.”

Holy crap. When did he become such a dirty talker? My eyes open and I gaze up at him. My body’s on fire from his words, my nipples are hard, and I probably need to go change my panties.

“Would you like it if I did?” he rasps. “Would you like it if I sneaked into your room like I used to do?”

I would love it. What? No. Say it. Tell him to pack his crap and leave. I lick my lips, wishing he would kiss me. Wishing he would bend me over my desk and screw me senseless. “No.”

“Sweet Rowan, you are such a liar.” He touches my cheek, his dark eyes searching my face. “I’m going to ask one more time—give you one more chance to be truthful.” Or else hangs in the air between us. My knees grow weak.

“Would you like it if I fucked you?”

I bite my lip, trying to put off the inevitable, but I know him. Seth will wait as long as it takes. He’s that patient. That drive to outlast whoever or whatever he wants to conquer. That hasn’t changed about him at all.

“Yes,” I say softly.

“And you’d let me eat that sweet pussy for as long as I wanted.”

My whimper betrays me.

“Rowan,” he says gruffly, his head dipping.

“What are you doing?” I ask, pulling back a little.

“What I should have done last night,” he says.

Then he kisses me. Lightly. Sweetly. Barely opening his mouth when all I want to do is devour him. His hands cup my face, thumbs dusting my jaw as he carefully turns my head to one side. Our lips break apart for only a fraction of a second, but it’s long enough for me to glance at him and see the raw hunger in his eyes.

I rise on my toes, slanting my mouth over his, nipping at his lip and silently insisting to be let in. His lips part, and I sweep my tongue inside, curling it around his. Tasting. Remembering.

My body vibrates.

A moan escapes me.

My body shivers again, only I realize it’s not my body at all. It’s his. He’s the one who’s shaking. He’s as vulnerable as I am right now.

“Damn, I missed you.”

I feel his lips along my jaw, his tongue as it traces the shell of my ear, and I tremble when his hot breath hits my skin.

No. I can’t go through this, not even this simple kiss. Okay, this devastating kiss.

“That makes one of us,” I say and he freezes.

“What did you say?”

My heart feels as though he’s just poured acid over it, and tears spring to my eyes. I turn away, unwilling to let him see me so weak. It’s bad enough I allowed myself to kiss him.

“You heard me.”

“Sorry, I don’t speak heartless bitch,” he says.

Pissed as hell, I whirl around to face him. I tip my chin up and glare at his sexy face. At five ten, I’m tall, but at six four, he’s taller. But I won’t let that intimidate me. I work with men who are bigger and more dangerous than the one standing in front of me.

One corner of his mouth kicks up. “That’s the Rowan I know.”

“You don’t know me at all, Seth. I’m not the girl I once was.”

His gaze rakes over me. “That’s a damn shame.”

“Why, because I won’t jump at your bidding or let you sneak into my room?” I make a big deal of rolling my eyes. “How romantic.”

“Jump at my bidding?” He lets out a harsh laugh. “When have you ever done that? Besides, if I wanted a woman who jumped at my bidding and let me fuck her without all the mouthing off, I sure as hell wouldn’t—” Abruptly he smashes his lips together.

Wouldn’t what? I want to scream.

“Tomorrow, I want access to whatever accounting program you’re using, the current price services list, and how many charity cases you’re propping up, and I want it by eight a.m. I have less than two weeks to get this done before I have to return to base. So, don’t waste my time, Ro,” he finally says.

“Waste your time? I’m the one running a business while you play with guns all day.” A black eyebrow cocks. Mentally shaking myself, I get a grip on my volatile emotions. “Sorry, you didn’t deserve that comment. I was way off base.”

“Thanks,” he says quietly. “Anyway, tomorrow?”

“Why wait until tomorrow? I have everything you need right here.” The faster I can get this over with, the faster he can get out of my life. But in a small corner of my heart, hope blooms at the thought of him actually staying. Of working in this office with him so close. Just because I can’t stand him doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the man candy.

His lips part and he swallows. “Yeah, but I have to call my commanding officer and talk to him first.”

“Whatever,” I say with a shrug.

“See you at home, Little Miss Sunshine,” he replies with a smirk. Then he strides out of my office.

“Damn it.” I breathe at the reminder of my flippant promise. He’s actually staying. I have to be nice to him now.

Chapter 4

Rowan

I avoid having to deal with Seth’s hot ass that night by going over to Piper’s house. Call me a coward, but I can’t risk another kiss or more with him. While I have a reputation for being a wild child, things are different with Seth. He’s more than just a guy I could potentially hook up with—more than just a guy I could spend a few dates with and then be on my way.

With Seth, my heart would be involved, and I can’t risk that. I know he’ll eventually leave. He’s stationed hours away from here in the eastern part of the state, and who knows if he’ll be transferred to another base—maybe on the other side of the world?

Piper greets me at the door, her long, straight hair pulled into a tight bun. She’s wearing a conservative dress with dark tights and clogs. Even nuns don’t dress as conservatively as Piper—at least not any of the ones around here.

I venture a guess as to where she spent the afternoon. “Country club?”

She nods miserably as I walk inside. “My parents want me to get a job there and run the preschool.”

“That sounds perfectly mah-velous, darling,” I say with an exaggerated posh accent.

“Don’t, Rowan. I can’t take the sarcasm,” she says softly.

I hug her tightly. “I’m sorry.” I know it can’t be easy for Piper. The pressure her parents, especially her mom, put on her is tremendous. Plus, her dad hates that she works in Charlotte with inner-city kids at an early learning center. Well, he doesn’t hate the fact that she does it; he hates the location. It’s not safe, but Piper drives there every morning, fighting traffic along the way. She doesn’t think she’s any better than the people who live in that neighborhood. I swear I don’t know how she got such a soft heart. It’s not natural in her family.

Maybe she’s adopted.

“Thanks for letting me crash here.” I let go of her and we walk up the stairs, passing a housekeeper on the way. I smile and say hi. Piper says hi, too.

“New person?” I ask, once the woman’s out of earshot.

“Yes,” Piper says. “Momma didn’t like how the last one ate lunch in the kitchen.”

“Where are you supposed to eat?”

“At home.”

“Oh.” My eyes widen a little, and I shake my head. “I’ll try not to bother you too much. I have inventory to do.”

“Shouldn’t you do that at work?” she asks, genuinely curious.

“New computer program.” I gently pat the computer bag that’s hanging by my side. “Makes life easier.”

Piper regards me thoughtfully, her head tilting to one side. “Are you sure it’s not because Seth is there?”

I can either lie to her or tell the truth. “Maybe,” I hedge.

“Rowan,” she says with a sigh.

I roll my eyes and set the laptop on her desk. Piper has an entire suite of rooms to herself. While her dad makes good money as the chief of police in Jessamine, all this is bankrolled by her mother. Mrs. Ross is an heiress to an international insurance underwriting company, which makes Piper an heiress. Which means she’s expected to marry someone in the same league.

“I need a break. He’s sleeping at my house and now he shows up at work. I can’t get away long enough to think straight.”

“Why would you need to think straight?”

My cheeks heat.

Piper’s brows go up. “Spill.”

“He kissed me and I kissed him back.”

She grins. “I knew it.”

“You knew he kissed me?”

“Well, no, but I knew something had to be going on between the two of you. You can’t fight something like that. Y’all have a history.”

“History being the key word. We don’t have a present or a future,” I remind her. I fall back on her bed, closing my eyes when the mattress seems to suck me into it. “I want your bed.”

Piper lies down beside me, although she does it with a lot more grace. “You can have it. I’d switch places with you in a New York minute.”

“Sorry, doll, no deal. Your mother and I would kill each other.”

Piper laughs. “She’s not that bad.”

I eye her and she wrinkles her nose.

“Okay, so she can be, but violence should always be a last resort.”

“Says the daughter of a cop.”

“What if Seth wants to have a future with you?” Piper asks. “What if he’s here to make things up to you?”

I’m sorry. I was full of hate and anger. I’m sorry. I won’t let his words sway me. Only his actions have a chance of changing my mind. “I’ll let you know.”

“Don’t wait too long, Rowan. He might actually be worth falling for again.”

I tap her nose. “When did you become so knowledgeable about men?”

She sticks her tongue out at me, something she’d never do in front of her family. I’m pretty sure it’s because showing emotions aren’t allowed. “I don’t have to screw the football team to figure out that the boy on the sideline is who I should be with.”

“You slut!” I tease. “You’ve been screwing the football team. The underage football team.” I cover my mouth in mock horror. “Think of the children.”

She smacks me with a pillow. “You suck.”

“You love me.”

She snorts. “Only on the days that end in y.”

“Really, thanks for letting me stay with you. I don’t know what to do right now.” I hate admitting this to anyone, but I know Piper won’t use my doubts against me.

“You can stay for as long as you want. I like the company. I also took the opportunity to buy six grocery bags of junk food and bought all the angsty eighties movies I could find at Target.”

Closing my eyes, I send up a silent prayer of thanks for friends like Piper. “I call dibs on Duckie.”

“You’ve always liked the good ones,” Piper remarks.

“While you want to walk on the wild side,” I point out. That’s the oddity of us. She wants a man who’s the opposite of the men she already knows, while I want one with a steady job and a rap sheet that isn’t a mile long. But that’s not what’s expected of either of us.

My eyes open to catch her gazing wistfully at the ceiling. “Only if I had a badass escort to keep me safe,” she sighs.

Despite knowing exactly who Piper’s talking about, I just nod sympathetically. Odd how we both want what we can’t have.

Seth

Disappointment assails me as soon as I learn that Rowan isn’t at work. She didn’t come home last night, and I’m more than a little worried about it. But she’s a grown woman who has looked after herself for a long time. And I lost the right to worry after her a long time ago.

Still, the entire situation doesn’t sit right with me.

“Does she usually take off on Saturdays? You know, to get her nails done or something?” I ask, deliberately testing Gardner’s head mechanic’s loyalty to Rowan.

Boyd crosses his arms over his chest. His bald head gleams under the light. Between being built like a brick shit house and the multiple neck tattoos he sports, Boyd is as intimidating as fuck. Always has been, always will be.

“Saturdays are optional around here, and she’ll be back in a few. Had to run an errand.”

He’s loyal to her. A good thing, unless he’s fucking her or wants to fuck her. I rub the side of my jaw. “The two of you dating?”

Boyd gives me an Are you serious? look. “Only if I want my old lady to kick my ass. Shit. If I didn’t know you, Seth O’Connor, I’d kick your ass for even thinking that shit about Little Boss.”

Little Boss, huh? “Had to ask.”

He nods. “I hear ya.”

“Do you have the keys to her office? I’m supposed to go through—”

Boyd walks away, keys jingling as he pulls them out of his pocket. I follow him. “She told me to expect you and to tell you that everything you need is on the desk.” He unlocks the door and opens it, stepping to the side. “Holler if you need anything. I’m supervising some gearheads in bay two.”

I move to sit behind Rowan’s desk, taking in how neat and organized everything is. There’s a touch of her everywhere, from pictures on the desk to the Hot Guys Who Crank Our Engines calendar hanging on the wall.

I wiggle the mouse and the computer screen blinks to life. There’s a note on the monitor with instructions as to where to go first. I crack my neck on each side, relieving the pressure, and then get started.

–

Sometime later, the sound of shoes shuffling in the hallway catches my attention, and I look up from the computer. My stomach growls, and I realize that I haven’t eaten. Glancing at the time, I confirm I’ve missed lunch.

The shuffling grows louder as it gets closer. Curious as to who it could be, I lean back in my chair and wait.

Rowan’s pretty face suddenly fills my vision. “You’re still here?” She doesn’t sound too pleased.

“Several years’ worth of bookkeeping isn’t easy reading.”

She makes a noise and hangs up her coat on a hook by the office door. “Find anything underhanded?”

“The only thing I found was that you’ve made the company money. Great job,” I say.

Clearly not expecting that, Rowan blinks at me. “ ‘Great job’?”

“No, not great. Excellent job,” I amend. “I admire what you’ve done with the Jailbirds to Jobs program, too.”

She beams at me, and my gut clenches. “It’s a great program. I had help from your grandmother when I first got the idea. It’s really hard for convicts to get jobs. So they come here to work, heavily supervised and with their parole officer’s permission. Then, near the end of their probation period, they have to start applying for other jobs. Gardner’s provides personal and work references for them. We even have a few other businesses joining in or interested in collaborating with us. Some people are a bit leery, but I can’t blame them.”

“You thought of all that by yourself?”

“Even dumb blondes like me get good ideas every now and then,” she snaps.

“I didn’t say you were dumb,” I point out, though I had most certainly implied it.

She flips her hair over her shoulder. “Thank you.” Batting her lashes, she blows me a kiss. Coming from another woman, that move would have been a calculated flirt. Coming from Rowan, it’s a sign that she’s going to cut me if I keep it up.

“Seriously.”

“Whatever.” Rowan looks away. “Everyone deserves a second chance, or at least a chance to prove that they’ve changed.”

Does she want to give me another chance? I’ve changed, and she needs to see it. I need her to see it. Hell, I just need her.

Straightening, I run a hand through my hair. “So I’m ready to learn, Little Boss.”

An annoyed expression covers her face, then it gives way to a smugness I’ve never seen before. “We’ll have to start from the ground up.”

“Not a problem.” Been there, done that in the Marines.

Her jaw turns hard. Oh, yeah, she’s pissed, and I’m digging it. “You’re just so damn cocky, aren’t you?”

I walk to her, stopping when we’re just inches apart. “Only because you’re my teacher.” I take her hands in mine. They’re strong yet delicate, like her. “I trust you to teach me everything. I want to know every last detail. What makes this place tick and what turns customers away.”

Her scent washes over me, and I’m surrounded by her, by the memories of us when we were younger.

“You and me forever,” I whisper, right before her lips touch mine.

“Forever, Seth,” Rowan agrees.

She snatches her hands away. “You can’t learn all that in less than two weeks. It took me months to get things right, and I’m always having to reassess.”

“We all have to start somewhere.”

“Just sell me the shop, Seth, and then you can go.”

I shake my head. “No. My terms, Rowan, not yours.”

Her jaw turns stubborn. “You can’t dictate how I teach you.”

I hold my arms wide open. “Teach me, master.”

She skirts around me, the side of her breast brushing against my arm. My dick gets hard, and it takes everything inside of me to not touch her again.

I can still taste that kiss of ours, and I want to taste her again. Worse than before.

“Are you coming?” she asks, pausing by the door.

And that’s a loaded question I’m not answering. Out loud anyway. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” she says.

I follow her to the garage. She grabs a broom and shoves it at me. “Here.”

“It’s a broom,” I say.

“Good job. Now, start sweeping. Then you can scrub the oil spill in bay five, followed by cleaning the men’s bathroom in the break room.” She sashays out of there like she’s just won the war.

“What did you do to piss off Little Boss?” one of the guys asks me.

“She caught me sitting behind her desk.”

“Fuck,” another one says, his eyes all wide. “Guess I won’t be getting anywhere near that.”

“Damn right you won’t!” I want to shout, but I’m not here to make enemies. “Is the men’s room bad?” I ask.

“Today it is.”

“Figures.” I start sweeping. If this is what it takes to convince Rowan I’m here to learn, then this is what I’ll do.

–

After cleaning the most disgusting bathroom I’ve ever seen—and that’s saying something considering I did missions in countries where holes in the ground were considered a luxury—I go in search of Rowan.

I find her in her office, her brow scrunched as she reads something from her computer monitor. She jumps as soon as she spots me.

“Asshole ninja,” she mutters before raising her voice. “Can I help you?”

“I’m done with my chores, boss.” I plop down in the chair across from her desk. “What else do you have for me?”

“Did anyone check behind you and make sure you performed up to standard?” she says in a bossy-ass tone of voice I love.

“Come sit in my lap and I’ll show you how well I can perform.”

Her eyes widen. “Is that how you talk to all your bosses?”

Weak. Yeah, I’m completely keeping with this line of strategy. “Nope.”

She smirks. “So I’m the special one. Dandy.”

There she is. “Boyd inspected my work. Gave me a gold star.”

“Hmpf.” Her pouty lips flatten. “How long has it been since you’ve worked on an engine?”

“Seven years,” I say unemotionally. I know what she means, and I know what I’ve done. My MOS in the Marines was as an aviator mechanic, but I worked my ass off and eventually got promoted to helicopter crew chief.

Baby blue eyes light up like a summer day. “I have a special project that Boyd and I are working on. We need an assistant.”

“Need someone to get a nut off?”

Biting her lip, Rowan stares at me. Yeah, got her again. Her brain is frantic right now. I know she wants to give me as good as I’ve given her. It’s her nature, and I love it. “No, I need someone to wipe the sweat off my face and look pretty while he does it,” she finally says.

Better. I’ll have to up my game. “I’m happy to wipe you down. Whenever and wherever.”

She shoots to her feet. “Let’s go.”

“You plan on coming home tonight?” I ask before I can stop myself.

She glances over her shoulder at me, a sly smile on her face. “Were you scared, staying in that big ole house by yourself?”

“Yeah, why don’t you sleep with me tonight and keep the bad dreams away?”

She rounds on me. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I’m not interested. I won’t ever be interested. Got that?”

“Yeah, I got it.” I grab Rowan and pull her into the nearest empty office, then lock the door behind us.

“What do you think you’re—”

I capture her lips with mine, pushing her up against the door. Her hands come up between us, but I grab her arms and shove them against the door, too. She bites my lip. I bite hers back, and she lets out a moan, hooking her leg over my hip.

Grinding into her, I let go of one hand to cup the back of her head. I shove my tongue inside her mouth, desperate for a taste. Her free hand steals in between us once more, but it’s to work my shirt up. I stop kissing her long enough to pull it over my head.

“You want me to stop?” I ask, inches from her perfect lips.

“Don’t ask me questions,” she orders, slamming her lips into mine. Her teeth cut into me and I relish the pain. It means this is real and not some wet dream.

Cupping her ass, I lift her up and settle between her thighs. My dick is hard, my heart is pounding, and I want in. Her hands dig into my hair, slide down my chest, and scrape at my nipples. She was always a little rough and I dug it, but now I fucking love it.

I kiss my way down her throat, nipping at the exposed skin. “Take off your shirt. I want to feel you.”

There’s no hesitation as she unbuttons and pulls it off. Underneath, she’s only wearing a thin white tank top. Her nipples are tight little points that are begging for my mouth. I swoop down, sucking one, material and all. She cries out my name. I move my hips against her, showing her exactly what I want to do.

“I want in, Rowan.” I grab a condom from my pocket. “I want in so deep.”

“Oh God,” she moans.

She slams her mouth against mine, ripping at the rest of my clothes. I help her, and for good measure, I pop the buttons off her jeans. She shimmies out of them, and then shoves my jeans down. A tug here, a rip there, and soon we’re both naked and breathing hard.

Rowan pushes me backward until my bare ass lands in the office chair. She straddles me, her firm little breasts pressing against my chest, while the soft and hot, wet part of her grinds down on my dick.

I grab her thighs, running my hands down to her knees and then back up again. Parting her with my thumbs, I tease her clit and slide a finger inside. Her pussy is tight, holding on to me so hard that my dick jumps in response. She leans against the desk, her head falling back as she cups one of her breasts.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I growl, taking her nipple into my mouth. Her finger slips inside, stroking my tongue and her nipple at the same time. I swell up so big and hard that precum starts to leak out. “Need to be in you now.”

She lifts her head, her face beautiful with need. “I’m on top.”

“Rowan,” I begin, but she hushes me with a kiss so hot that I’m more than standing at attention for her. Before I know what’s happening, she’s taking the condom from me and rolling it over my dick.

She slides down with a moan and starts to rock slowly. Too damn slowly for my liking. “Feels so good.”

“It can feel better.” I grab her hips, thrusting up and going deep.

She cries out my name. “Seth!”

I growl, taking her hands and pulling them behind her back as I move inside of her. Her tits jut forward, and I dip my head to take a hard nipple into my mouth. She arches her back, a whimper filling the room. Then her hips begin to move in time with mine, her pussy squeezing me tight, and I have to come up for air.

With one hand keeping her arms in place, I use my free hand to pull her chin up, so she has to look at me.

“You know it’s me. This is us,” I say.

Her blue eyes are glazed with lust. “Yes.”

Letting go of her chin, I trail my fingers down her chest, stopping to flick at her nipples and then moving farther south until I find that swollen part of her. I rub her clit and make her squirm. Then she rises up on her feet slightly and slams down on me.