Page 14 of Owen North

“Good luck getting anywhere near his calendar.”

“You underestimate my abilities, Charles.”

I don’t, but I also don’t underestimate Dylan’s assistant. She’s hardcore when it comes to running his life. Okay, so that may be exaggerating a little, but she annoys me with the way she won’t let me have anything to do with his schedule. I hold this against her even though I know her reasons have something to do with the factDylanwon’t let me anywhere near his business. I may be an executive assistant with some of the best references in New York, but years ago when I tried to help him, he’d said, “We’re not fucking our friendship up by working together, Char.” Ugh. The man drives me crazy at times. And so does his assistant.

We stop talking and devote all our attention to dancing. Our second favorite thing to do together. Well, Poppy would say it’s our third favorite, with talking and people watching coming in before dancing. I’m not a huge people watcher, though, so dancing is an easy second favorite for me.

When “Shut Up and Dance” fades into “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”, we really get down to business. Whitney never fails to get our hips going. “24K Magic” by Bruno Mars comes on after that, at which point Seth steals my girl from me. I only put up a tiny argument with him before turning to find my way back to my seat.

I run smack bang into Owen’s hard chest as I turn.

He catches me in his arms, and they slide around me easily. His dazzling smile is all mine when he says, “Dance with me.”

My hands go to his chest as I process everything happening. My brain doesn’t do well with this much sensory overload. It tends to malfunction in situations like this, which leads to me saying or doing things I wish I didn’t.

Those eyes of his.

His hands on me.

Those muscles everywhere.

And his scent.

It’s hitting every pleasure button I have.

It’s salty ocean air, hot sand, lazy afternoons in the sun.

It’s woody and musky and masculine in all the ways I like, and it’s taking everything in me not to lean into his chest and live there for the rest of the night.

“You smell like my favorite candle.” Good God, my mouth thinks it’s in charge tonight. I grip his shirt. “Just pretend I didn’t say that.”

More of that sexy smile from him. “I’d rather not.”

It’s his voice.

Out of everything he’s throwing my way, it’s his voice that will be my downfall.

“Stop talking and just move those hips,” I order. At his grin, I add, “And stop doing anything with your mouth.”

Owen shows me he’s bad at following directives when he brings his mouth to my ear and says, “I’m just getting started with my mouth, Charlize.”

He then lets me go and shows me how well he can move his body.

I dance with him, and by the end of the song I’m convinced sex with Owen would be great sex. The man can move. Holy hell, he can move.

“Crazy In Love” by Beyonce and JAY-Z comes on and we keep dancing.

The dance floor fills up and we’re pushed closer together. By the end of this song, our bodies are almost fused. When “Want to Want Me” by Jason Derulo starts playing, Owen’s hands slide around me, and I fully accept my fate.

I’m so turned on right now.

I can’t deny it a second longer.

I am not in charge of myself anymore.

Owen assumes control when this song bleeds into “Earned It” by The Weeknd. He turns me, bringing my back against his chest. His hands start at my hips as we move together. When I grip his right forearm, he dips his mouth to kiss my neck.

My core loses herself at the press of his lips.

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