“I’m okay.” I’d said it to reassure him, but was surprised to find it to be true when I wiggled my hips and pleasure zinged through me. “But I’ll be even better if you start moving.”
“You sure?”
I anchored my knees at his hips and dug my fingernails into his shoulders. “Yes, damn it!”
“Hold on, baby. This is going to be one hell of a ride.”
And boy, was it. He slowly slid out, only to slam right back inside. Over and over again, his hips picking up speed as I got wetter. I heard our skin slapping together, my cries mixing with his groans.
“Owen,” I gasped, feeling it build inside me again.
“That’s right, baby. Let go for me. Squeeze my cock until we’re both coming. Together.”
He lifted my hips, pounding into me at a new angle that had me flying apart again. He followed right behind me, calling my name and collapsing on top of me when he was done.
“I can’t believe that’s what I’ve been missing out on all this time,” I panted.
“Only because what we have is special, Sienna. But don’t worry. We’ll make up for lost time.” I smiled up at him, wondering how I was ever going to be able to manage school and a new job when all I wanted to do was stay in bed with Owen forever.
7
Owen
“Sienna?” I called as I perused the contract that had been sent over earlier in the morning.
It had been three weeks since I moved her in with me, and I was rarely separated from her. Other than her classes at school, I’d shown that I was serious when I said she would be devoting the rest of her time to me. And while I made sure we spent plenty of it in bed, doing my best to knock her up, she’d become invaluable to me in my business as well.
There was an entrance to a private bathroom on one side of my office, but an empty office sat on the other. So I set her up in there and had a construction crew out to put in an adjoining door the very next day. It was only ever closed if I was fucking her in the office, which happened often since she was my favorite afternoon snack.
When I didn’t get a response, I lifted my head and glanced into her office. Her desk was empty. “Baby?”
Still nothing.
A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth and I stood, walking into her office to confirm her absence. I’d gotten to know my girl, inside and out, and if she wasn’t in her office, I knew exactly where she was.
I headed to the kitchen and sure enough, Sienna was perched on a stool near where Andy was working and they were quietly chatting. There were several spices lined up in front of Sienna. She lifted one, sniffed it, then wrote something in a notebook she had off to the side. She’d been extremely curious about the science behind Andy’s choices when choosing how to prepare the food.
When she’d first mentioned her interest, I’d given her an article about mixology, the art of mixing cocktails through molecular gastronomy. She’d been fascinated, and determined to figure out how to apply the same tools to food, not just drinks.
It shouldn’t have surprised me that the two of them had clicked. Sienna was charismatic, funny, selfless, and so easy to love. But, even so, I’d been shocked when Andy had welcomed Sienna into her kitchen. I owned the place and frequently found myself banished…
I came up behind Sienna and slid my arms around her waist, hugging her back into my chest. Her hair was pulled back in a braid, leaving her neck exposed. My head dipped to brush a kiss over the sensitive spot behind her ear and I smiled when she shivered.
“I knew I’d find you in here,” I chuckled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you preferred Andy’s company over mine.”
“Hi!” She tilted her head back and beamed at me. Then excitedly launched into an explanation of what she’d learned from Andy that day and some dishes she wanted to try in our kitchen.
“I’ll put the fire department on standby.” I grinned when she scowled at me, then wiped the look off of her face with a deep kiss. I’d continued to try and teach her to cook and so far, she’d mastered boiling water and scrambled eggs. And we’d experimented several times with different syrups and creams to decide what made her the most delicious dessert. I had yet to find anything I didn’t enjoy licking off her body.
But, when she wanted to test out her theories, I did most of the cooking.
“Jeez, start a fire two times…” she grumbled. Andy laughed and with exaggerated slowness, dragged a dish towel away from Sienna.
She chuckled and shrugged. “Probably a smart move. It’s one thing to burn my own kitchen down, but I don’t want to risk Saphyre.”