Page 54 of The Yeah Baby Series: Vol 3

Once he was gone, Sienna unfolded out of her chair and faced me with her hands on her hips. “Do you have to advertise that I’ve moved in with you? People will think that this isn’t a professional relationship and that I’ll sleep with anyone to get ahead.”

I felt my expression darken and I wrapped my fingers around her arms, dragging her up against me. “First, this is so much more than a professional relationship, baby. And, no matter what your mouth is saying, your body already knows you’re mine. The fire in your eyes”—I let go of one arm to run a finger down her cheek—“your hard nipples pressing into my chest”—putting my hand at the center of her back, I molded our chests together—“and I’ll bet everything I own that you are drenched right now.” Her brown eyes were almost black, her lips puckered in a cute little O, and she was trembling slightly.

My hand slipped down and around to her front, into the waistband of her pants. When I encountered smooth, naked flesh, I closed my eyes and groaned. I dipped one finger into her slit and felt it immediately soaked in her arousal. She gasped and I took advantage of her state, crashing my mouth down overhers.

I had only meant to prove a point, but I was easily caught up in how she responded to me. Slowly at first, I started moving my finger in and out. Adding a second finger, I sped up, listening to her breathing grow rapid and shallow. She squirmed, her hips picking up my rhythm, a moan falling from her lips. She was close.

A noise in the hall reminded me where we were and that my office door was wide open. I would kill anyone who saw my girl coming, so I doubled my efforts and a few seconds later I swallowed her cries as she fell apart in myarms.

She went limp in my arms and I picked her up, sat in the chair she’d just vacated, and cradled her in my lap. Her breathing returned to somewhat normal and her eyes, which had been tightly closed, flutteredopen.

I put my mouth next to her ear. “Second, I promise there will be no question in anyone else’s mind who you belong to and the only bed you’ll ever sleep in ismine.”

She shivered and I placed a kiss on the shell of her ear, then one on the top of her head. “Let’s go home, baby. We’ll make dinner together.”

“I swear, Owen. You do not want me anywhere near a kitchen,” she muttered.

I laughed and brushed my lips over her head again. “I’ll teach you tocook.”

She shook her head and looked up at me with a sardonic lift of an eyebrow. “I hope you have good insurance because I’m more likely to burn your house down than learn how to boil water.”

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