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She crushed that circuit, and I made her come more times than she could count on one hand.

I think this reward system is going to work just fine.

Chapter 17

Morgan

I arrive at work early, a large coffee in my hand because I didn’t get to sleep until way too late last night. Owen is a texter and loves to message me at all hours of the day—something I’ve learned over the past few weeks of our relationship. At least I think we’re in one. We haven’t had the conversation yet, but given the things he was texting me last night…I’m pretty sure I know the answer.

As I set my coffee on the counter, I hear a quiet knock on the front door. When I turn around, I can’t stop the smile that crosses my face as Owen’s gorgeous visage fills the glass.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, opening the door and letting him in, then locking it behind us once more. The store doesn’t open for another few hours, but I wanted to get here and take stock of inventory before we got too busy.

“Had a client on the books early this morning, but she canceled. So, I thought I’d come over and see my girlfriend.” He gives me that megawatt smile before leaning in for a kiss, but I pull away.

“Is that what I am?” I say shyly, wanting to know the answer but embarrassed for asking at the same time. Owen shakes his head and leans his forehead against mine as he takes my face in his hands and lifts my chin so I meet his eyes.

“You are way more than my girlfriend. But for now, we can start with that.” He winks, sending my ovaries into overdrive. God, he’s gorgeous with his blue eyes looking straight into mine as he leans down and places a light kiss on my lips.

“You know, if you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to do something about it,” he says, laughing as he walks past me and picks up my coffee. He takes a sip, grimacing at the taste. “What the fuck is this?” he asks as if my drink disgusts him.

“It’s a mocha latte,” I state matter-of-factly as I take the cup from his hands, taking a sip and moaning in the most exaggerated way possible. But when I set the cup back down and meet his eyes, he’s not laughing. His eyes bore into mine, burning with the fire I’ve come to expect from him.

“What?” I ask, looking around and making sure nothing’s wrong. He just shakes his head and cups the side of my face as he leans in and kisses me.

“Those sounds you just made are making it really hard for me not to take you right here on this counter.” I moan at the image of what that would look like. For a second, I wonder if it’s possible. “Fuck, baby, you are driving me crazy,” he mutters against my lips as he kisses me with everything he has. He pushes me against the counter before lifting me so I’m sitting with him between my legs.

“Owen, we can’t do this here…” I say as my head tips back, giving his lips access to my neck as he trails kisses down the center of my chest and over the swell of my breasts. “Becca is going to be here any minute,” I say, but it seems to go in one ear and out the other. Owen continues his assault on my senses as his hands grab my ass and he pulls me closer, leaving not even an inch of space between us.

“I don’t care. Fuck, baby, you feel like magic against me.” His lips find mine once more, and for the millionth time over the past few weeks, I wonder why he’s waiting to go all the way. We have done everything else, yet the minute I mention sex, he tells me he wants to show me that this is more than just another fuck for him. At first, I loved him for it. I thought it was sweet that he wanted to make sure I knew he liked me for me and not for the service I could provide. But after the second week of us being officially “together”, I started getting frustrated. And now, going into week three, I’m downright pissed.

“No!” I say, pushing him away. “You are not doing this to me again. You are not getting me all hot and bothered only to get me off and then run away. Not happening.” I jump off the counter and head to the front door, opening it.

“Come on, baby, you know why I want to wait,” he says, making his way over to me and lightly kissing my cheek. “Trust me when I say it’s almost impossible for me to walk away from you and not sink into that sweet heat I know you have between your legs. I’ve spent over a decade dreaming about what it would feel like. But I want to make sure we’re both ready for that step, okay?” Damn him and his sweet words. I nod sadly, but he lifts my chin and smiles down at me as if I’m the eighth wonder of the world. “I’ll see you tonight. Okay? When you’re done, come to the gym. We can work out a bit, all right?” I nod as he kisses me lightly and then heads over to the gym.

Just as I’m about to close the door, I hear Becca calling from down the street. I wave her in.

“Thanks! Was that Owen I just saw leaving?” she asks as I nod. She stops in the middle of the room, looking around.

“What?” I ask, confused at what she’s doing.

“I’m just wondering what I need to disinfect since you clearly had a quickie before work.” My intake of breath sends her into a fit of laughter. “I’m kidding...obviously. Unless it’s true. In that case, please tell which surfaces I need to clean before we open.” She starts laughing again as I roll my eyes and go back to inventory.

Today is going to be a long day.

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“Mom?” I ask, walking around the counter and hugging her. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t a mother come to see her daughter?” She smiles, looking around at the store. “Plus, you’ve been so busy here, your father and I haven’t seen you in too long.” Guilt floods me at the reality of what she just said. Making sure the store had a successful opening meant that spending less time at home. Therefore, less time with my parents.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I’ll be sure to come by this weekend for dinner,” I say, hoping what I say next doesn’t send her into a fit. “Do you mind if I bring the guy I’ve been seeing? I’d love for you guys to meet him.” I purposefully don’t mention the man I’m talking about his Owen because I know what that conversation will entail.

“Sure! That would be lovely! I didn’t know you were seeing someone…” Her voice is almost sad, and I know she thinks I’ve been keeping it from her. On the one hand, I have, but it’s only because I know how much she hates him for what he did to me in high school.

“It’s fairly new, just a few weeks.” She raises an eyebrow, and I roll my eyes. “I wanted to make sure it was the real deal before introducing him to you and Daddy.” She gives me a smile that tells me she understands.

“Sweetie, it’s all right. I didn’t introduce your father to Grandad until at least six months in.” My eyes widen, because knowing what Grandad is like, he couldn’t have been happy. “So, who is this young man that’s stolen your heart so fast?”

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