Once I felt a little more in control, I let go of her hands and cupped her tits, lifting her upper body and pressing her back to my chest. I kissed her neck, nibbling with little licks and bites. “There isn’t anywhere I’d rather be than inside you, baby,” I mumbled. I could feel her distended nipples scraping my palms through her bra and shirt. Her ass bucked into my groin when I twisted and plucked them, and I was instantly hard again.
I pulled out and lifted her off the chair, then maneuvered us so I was sitting and she was impaled on my dick once again. “Ride me, Sienna,” I demanded. Her brown eyes burned with fire as she grabbed onto my shoulders and did what she’d been told.
Later, after I’d made her come twice more, I cleaned us both up in the little bathroom. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms, returning to my desk and settling her in my lap after dropping into my chair.
Sienna ran a finger down the center of my chest and buried her face in my neck. I felt her tongue dart out and lick me, causing me to groan. “Behave, Sienna,” I growled. “Or you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Not that I mind satisfying your craving.” Her voice was muffled against my skin and I felt her cheeks rise with a smile. “But, maybe next time you could be my snack instead.”
I sucked in a breath as a visual of my woman, on her knees under my desk, her plump lips wrapped around my cock while I worked, popped into my head. A bulge sprang up in my pants, right under Sienna’s sweet ass. I closed my eyes tight and tried to focus.
“Baby, my body is all yours,” I grunted. “But, I have something I want to talk to you about first.”
She laid her head on my chest, tucked under my chin, and sighed when my arms closed around her. “What’s up?”
“I got the contract for that reality show I’m going to be a judge on. We’ve negotiated the dates I’ll need to be there, and I’m taking you with me.”
“I’ve got class, Owen,” she protested, but I could hear the disappointment in her tone.
I hugged her tight and smiled, excited to tell her what I’d worked out with them. “We’ll be filming next week, over your spring break, baby. I wouldn’t have even considered going if it meant I had to leave you. These shows film in a shorter amount of time than the audience realizes since the episodes only air once a week.”
Sienna sat back and beamed at me. “Wow. You really want me with you that much?”
I frowned at her, surprised that she questioned my need for her. I was fucking obsessed with her and could barely stand to share her, let alone be away from her when she was at school. Some days I couldn’t get through it and ended up driving to campus and working in my car in front of the science building until she was done. Then I’d text her that I would pick her up and drive up as though I’d just arrived. I didn’t want to scare her with my fanatical need for her, but she shouldn’t be questioning my devotion.
That reminded me of the little box in my desk. I didn’t want any son of a bitch assuming she wasn’t taken and hitting on my woman. I would more than likely put them in the fucking hospital. So, I made a split-second decision. She deserved a romantic proposal, and I intended to make that happen when we returned. But, for the moment, I needed to brand her as mine.
Swiveling slightly in my chair, I opened the top drawer on the left and retrieved the little blue box. “I want you to wear this while we’re there,” I said as I opened it, removed the ring, and slid it on her finger.
8
Sienna
The ring was undeniably gorgeous. Breathtaking even. Owen’s non-proposal... not so much. Quite the opposite really. Staring down at the biggest diamond ring I’d ever seen before, I almost flinched away from him—the pain was that intense. “You want me to wear this while we’re in California?”
“Yes.” His finger rubbed my skin, just above where the ring rested. Goosebumps spread across my arm and for the first time since we’d met, I wanted to curse my reaction to him.
“Why?” I rasped out.
“Because—”
Between the strange pause and the strangled sound of his voice, my head jerked up so I could search his face. His green eyes were locked on my finger, more specifically the ring that encircled it.
Maybe there was more to his request than it first sounded like there was? My heart started to beat wildly in my chest.
“It will make things easier.”
And there went any hope that the ring meant anything.
“I don’t understand. How will me”—I yanked my hand out of his grasp and waved it under his nose—“wearing this monstrosity make things easier?”