Chapter 20

Mira

I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before—not even when I’ve had a particularly indulgent self-love session.

I’m blissful, relaxed, and so fucking satisfied.

I reach up and kiss Owen, slowly, lingering and passionately. I’m thrilled to have him respond.

I give him a side smirk.

“Thanks for—uh—whatever that was. It felt damn good.”

He zips himself back up and kisses my forehead as if I were a child, although, I suppose for most of my life, I technically have been compared to Owen.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mira. Just know that it’s never happening again—it can’t happen again.”

I stare at him, outraged. How could he say that when he’s looking at me like that?

I glance down pointedly at his crotch—I can see the edge of his cock, rock hard again already, clear as day. He wants me.

And he knows I know it.

“It really doesn’t seem as if you’re very much convinced of what you’re saying, Uncle Owen,” I say, just to get a reaction out of him.

Owen runs a hand over his face, sighing.

“See, that’s exactly why we can’t continue, Mira. For that exact fucking reason. It could ruin us both, and though I could probably recover from such a scandal, you and your fledgling business definitely wouldn’t. I won’t have that. No,” Owen says, turning from me slightly, “I won’t have that at all.”

I rush around to keep in front of him. I see him glance down at my breasts before returning his gaze to my eyes.

“Stop trying to make decisions for me!” I bite out. “I’m a grown-ass woman. And you just fucked my ass literally five minutes ago. You can’t possibly say you don’t want to at least take it further for now, in this moment? Even if you don’t want anything further to do with me after that,” I reason, somewhat quietly.

I definitely want Owen in my life after this moment. I want him so badly, I can hardly stand it.

Owen bends down and kisses me gently.

“You know damn well how much I want to fuck you senseless, Mira.”

“Then just do it! If Carl and my mom and whoever thinks we already have, then what the hell is stopping you? Why stop now?”

“Watch it, girl,” Owen growls, raising his voice in warning, enough that I flinch away slightly.

I can see why he makes such an intimidating figure in the business world, with a voice like that.

But then, he softens again.

“Stop trying to test me. Don’t do this to me. Don’t ruin what we’ve already experienced together. Please, just…calm down and think seriously for a minute.”

“As if I can take that seriously, when you’re practically wincing from the strain your cock is putting on your pants right now,” I remark, groping his crotch to emphasize the point.

Owen groans at the touch. I smile in a somewhat satisfied manner.

I slide my body against his, running my hand up from his pants over his chest and into his dark, slightly peppered hair. I bring my lips within millimeters of his, keeping them tantalizingly close.

All he has to do is lean forward slightly, and we can continue.

“Owen. Just give in. Just for now. Please. Do I really have to beg you?”

He looks conflicted. Good. I can work with conflicted.

“Come on, Owen. We could pop the lock off that door to the basement if you want a little more privacy. Or maybe we should go up to the roof and you can let the whole city hear me scream…”

Owen breathes in deeply and I know I almost have him.

“Or maybe, I should be appealing to your other brain…”

I kneel down, mouthing the fabric over his cock with my lips, gently sucking and licking it with my tongue.

Owen allows it to happen for a moment or two. I hear his breathing hitch, and I think that I must have gotten through to him for sure, but then, he runs a hand through my hair and yanks me back.

I pout up at him, incredibly disappointed.

“Are you really going to leave me this way, Owen? With just a little taste of what it would be like to be fucked by you? After all of this foreplay, this…war of words and suggestive looks we’ve had going on since the wedding, you’re really going to pull away?”

“Mira, you know I have to. You know I don’t want to, but I have to.”

He moves away from me and retrieves my dress from where it lays abandoned on the floor.

Well, what’s left of it anyway.

Returning to my side, he does his best at fitting the garment over my body, even as I let out a huff of disappointment.

He frowns.

“I can’t let you out like that.”

I raise an eyebrow suggestively.

“Then don’t let me out at all.”

Owen rolls his eyes, then repeats the motion far more slowly, as if he’s taking in his surroundings.

“And I can’t let you stay here, either,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

“Owen…?”

Hurriedly, as if in the spur of the moment, he removes his suit jacket and throws it over my shoulder, giving me a look that highly suggests ‘put that on and cover yourself up’, so I regretfully comply. The jacket smells like him. It’s wonderful.

I wonder if I can get away with keeping it to myself and bringing it back out later when I’m alone…

“Mira, stop daydreaming and follow me,” Owen instructs—he’s already halfway to the door. I stumble over slightly in my rush to follow him.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere a million fucking times better than this dump. Somewhere without fucking deadbolts and chains across all the doors. Your company is going public—you’re going public—so you need an office space befitting such an occasion.”

I frown, confused.

“But this is the office Carl is giving the company.”

“Fuck him. He’s an ass. You deserve better.”

“So, whose offices are you taking me to?”

There’s a ridiculously sexy glint to Owen’s eyes as he grins.

“Mine.”

“Yours? But surely you have tons of people—”

Owen waves a hand at me.

“Not my main operations office, of course. You need your own space. It just so happens that I have some prime real estate that’s just been turned over. It’ll be perfect for you.”

I stare at him, astounded.

“You’d do that, for me?”

“I’d do anything for you, Mira,” Owen responds, and I know he’s being sincere.

Except it’s not quite true.

He’d do anything but fuck me.

But I figure I can work on that, as Owen leads me into his car and away from the shabby, run-down building that my step-father clearly thought was all I deserved.

I suppose having Owen as a step-uncle really could be rather beneficial, after all.

I watch his adept, dexterous fingers on the steering wheel, wondering what they’d feel like all over my naked body, rubbing my clit, sliding their way inside me…like they were earlier.

I have never been so glad to not be related to someone in all my life.