Page 163 of Forgot to Tell You Something

I cut him off, seizing his mouth and tangling my tongue with his. His body jerks hard, every muscle tightening as he comes inside me.

“Woman, what you do to me,” Owen groans, rolling onto his back and pulling me tight against him.

“You need another shower,” I giggle, tracing the sheen of perspiration on his chest. “We both do.”

“Later,” he murmurs, his hand tangling in my hair. “Right now, I need you here. I don’t want you any further than that.”

I manage a sleepy, satiated goodbye to Owen at some ungodly hour the next morning, before he flies across the country in a jet owned by his ex-fiancée. The woman who wants him back.

But for the first time in this whole situation, I feel like I have the upper hand.

Tough titties, Charlotte. That man is mine.

* * *

“Imiss you.”

I bite back a smile at Owen’s words. “It’s only been a few hours. You haven’t had time to miss me.”

“Want to make a bet?”

“Is Charlotte behaving?”

“She claims to be sorry for her tirade yesterday. I claim that she’s full of shit. I warned her to stay away from you. Otherwise, she’ll have to deal with me.”

“I think that’s what she wants, Owen.”

“What I want is you naked, that sexy ass riding the hell out of my cock. Maybe we can engage in a little phone sex later. It’s sure as hell not the same as you sitting on my face, but it’ll have to do for now.”

My man and his dirty talk. Hot damn, but he’d make a whore blush. I can’t say that I don’t love it, though. Besides, with my pregnancy hormones raging, it’s all systems go, all the time. “Too bad you’re across the country. I guess BOB will have to fill in until you return.”

“Don’t you dare. You save yourself, and I’ll do the same. That way I can ravage you the second I walk in the door.”

I hear voices in the background, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up.

Charlotte. I yearn for the day when we are finally rid of her, but a small sliver of me wonders if that day will ever come. “You need to go?”

“Stupid welcome party. Have to mingle and pretend to have fun.”

“My dancing circus bear.” I chew my lip, pondering if I should broach the next topic. “Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“This is it with Charlotte. After the training center opens, no more, right?”

“Absolutely no more. Thank you for sticking by me throughout all of this.”

“Eh, I guess you’re worth it,” I chuckle.

“I’ll be thinking about you.”

“You better. Hey Owen, I forgot to tell you something. Me and Nugget love you, with a love that’s bigger than love.”

His deep chuckle resonates through the line. “I’ll see you soon, Darlin. Call me if you need anything, and I meananything.”

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Owen

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