Owen really did just want to check in with Liv. Make sure they were cool. That things weren’t going to be awkward between them. Now that she stood in front of him, work shirt clinging to her breasts, jeans hugging her hips and highlighting long legs, his mind was racing ahead to update the plan to something new.

“We’re fine. Perfect.” The way she drew her tongue across her bottom lip in a nervous flick sent all the blood rushing from his head and straight to his cock.

What would it take to get a round two of the night in the parking lot? “I’m glad to hear it, because I was thinking… if you want me to be a convincing date for you at your friend’s wedding, we need to know a little more about each other first.”

“I wouldn’t call them friends so much as… an ex and the woman he dumped me for.”

That didn’t sound right. “The woman from the party at the club?”

Liv’s eyes grew wide, and then she gave a dry chuckle. “No. The party was for an actual friend. I know a lot of people getting married.”

He knew how that went. “So, I’m the revenge date for the ex’s big day.”

“Is that a problem?” She frowned.

Even the furrowed lines in her forehead were alluring. What was wrong with him? “Nope. Even more reason we have to make this date convincing.”

She arched perfectly shaped brows and studied him. “What did you have in mind?”

“You know, the standard stuff.” He straightened up and closed the distance between them. Her eyes widened but she didn’t back away. “I already know you don’t have any tattoos in embarrassing places.” He trailed his gaze along her figure before meeting her eyes. “I was thinking things like, what’s your favorite color?”

“Yellow, I guess? You?”

“Pink.”

She let out a light laugh. “Pink is your favorite color?”

“It’s all about context. Pink shows up in a lot of amazing places.” He traced a finger along her bottom lip.

She parted her mouth in a silent gasp, and her eyelids fluttered. “Point taken. What else?” Her breathy question sent desire racing along his skin.

“Favorite food?” He stepped behind her. When she tried to spin with him, he rested his hands on her hips to stop her from turning.

“Gelato.”

“Ice cream?”

She shook her head. “It’s not the same. Gelato. You?”

He brushed her hair off the back of her neck, and dragged his nose along the exposed curve. “Chocolate sauce.”

“I don’t think you’re taking this seriously.” She groaned and leaned her weight against him, when he kissed where her neck met her shoulder. “And it was your idea.”

“It’s not so much about the answers, as the intent behind them.” He nudged her shirt aside to rest his hand on her bare waist. “That, and I got distracted.”

“By?”

The hint of her flower shampoo. The way her ass teased him, pressed close enough for him to feel her heat. The tiny sighs and whimpers she made every time he touched someplace new. He nipped her earlobe, and whispered, “The thought of stripping you down, pressing you against the glass, and sliding inside you. Fucking you until you scream.”

She stepped out of his grasp and turned to face him. “I think that’s a bad idea.” Despite the words, a hint of a smile tugged up the corners of her mouth.

“Why?” He could think of half a dozen reasons, starting with she’s your boss and escalating from there, but the way his dick strained against his zipper, the list was hard to focus on.

“Let’s see, you work for me. I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl. You’re my b—” She snapped her jaw shut and her eyes grew wide.

“Your…?”

“Employee.” She spat out the word so quickly it ran together in a single syllable.

“Which is the same thing as me working for you. And this is the second time, so of course this isn’t a one-night stand. That’s a pretty short list.”

She traced her finger along the edge of her collar. Did she know she was doing that, or was it an unconscious thing? He didn’t care. Either way it made him harder. “The glass, as in the balcony window?” she asked.

“That’s the one.” In a single motion, he stripped her shirt over her head, exposing black lace against pale skin.

“Someone might see.”

“It’s dark in here.” He lowered his head and licked along her neck, to her collarbone, and down to the top of one breast. “Everyone else is gone for the day. We’re on the eighth floor. But…” He scraped his teeth over fabric, drawing a moan when he brushed her nipple. “I think you like the idea of being on display. That hint of risk that someone might catch a glimpse.”

He did. There was a thrill in watching, but that danger of getting caught was in a league of its own. The other night, pushing her on the hood of the car, the way her legs wrapped around his waist and her pussy around his cock, while anyone could have walked back into the parking lot…. It was even better that it seemed to do as much for her as it did him.

“You’re making some big assumptions about me,” she teased.

He unsnapped her bra and pushed it to the floor, then drank in the vision before him. Full, round breasts. Hard, swollen nipples. Pink was definitely his favorite color. “I like to think they’re based on keen observation skills.”

He spun her away from him again, and pointed her toward the balcony. Dropping his hands to the waistband of her jeans, he thumbed the button open, and tugged enough to yank open her zipper. He dipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties, and parted her folds.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He glided along her slit. It would feel so good to thrust inside her. “I’m going to say my assumption was right.”

“Maybe.” Her laugh faded into a moan when he brushed her clit.

He traced circles around the emerging bud. “Wicked. I like it.” He sought out a nipple with his other hand, and pinched the nub. The way she pressed her ass against him, then bucked into his touch, short-circuited his thoughts.

The faster he teased her sex, and the harder he twisted her nipple, the more she ground into his attention. “Come for me, gorgeous.” He murmured against her shoulder. “I need to hear those delicious noises you make.

Her response was a quickening of breath punctuated with soft cries. She bucked against his hand when she climaxed, then jerked away from his touch.

“Fuck.” His voice was gravel and his throat raw. “I need to be inside you.”