Forever (Lost Souls MC #1) - Blue Saffire Page 0,45

the conference room. I listen to him while he gives me details on what I need to do and the tasks he’s trusting me to handle in this meeting. Although, he has kept at least a foot of distance between us since we got on the elevator from the garage.

I’m not sure if he’s pissed at me, or what happened back at the worksite. However, I get that now isn’t the time to ask. I think to myself; his demeanor will change once the meeting starts.

It doesn’t, other than the tight smile he gives the clients. Owen is just as gruff with them, rushing the meeting along. Everyone seems to be flustered but him.

This is where I realize he’s the best at what he does. The clients seem to bend over to please him, not the other way around. They really want him to bite at this bid.

The meeting isn’t fifteen minutes in when Owen interrupts the ramblings of the pretty, nerdy project manager. “Ladies, gentleman,” he says.

She pushes her glasses up her nose and her mouth pops open as she stares at Owen.

I almost laugh. I’ve had that expression many times in his presence. Her mocha skin does nothing to hide her blush as concern covers her face. Her brown eyes go round as Owen lifts from his seat.

“Sorry, sir, did I say something wrong?”

“No, Andy, I’ll send over my proposal. If you still want Soul Deep as the lead on this project after seeing the specs and designs, we can move forward,” Owen says.

She looks relieved as she falls back in her seat. “Oh, thank you so much,” Andy breathes and rubs her temple as her two co-workers start to look relieved as well.

Owen starts for the door to the conference room. “Eva,” he barks.

I rush from my seat and follow him to his office. He calls over his shoulder to Holden to hold his calls. Owen holds the office door open for me and I walk in.

As soon as the door is closed, he clasps my wrist and drags me over to the bookshelf. He stands behind me and lifts the wrist he is holding to cover my fingers and hold my thumb.

He nuzzles my neck before breathing in my ear. “This is why I printed you the other day. The only way to open this panel is to have print recognition access. Everyone else that knows about and has access to the apartment has to go through the service entry.” He flicks his tongue out against my ear. “Stick your thumb here.”

He places my thumb in the groove and the panel pops open. Owen backs us out of the way for the door to swing open. This time as I move forward, I’m able to focus on the design of the stairs.

Not having to worry about my heels or breaking my neck, I admire the glass steps as they light up one by one with each step I take with my little booted feet. I start singing “Billie Jean” in my head as I reach the top of the landing and snicker to myself. My laughter is cut off as two large hands cup the sides of my ass. Owen rests his thumbs under my ass cheeks as he squeezes.

I nearly choke on a gasp as he buries his face in my crack, while he uses his thumbs to spread my cheeks. His hot mouth is on my sex over my jeans. He growls behind me, reaching to unfasten my jeans. He starts to pull them and my panties down my legs.

I bend to release my shoes strings to kick my boots off, causing him to growl. I barely get one boot off before his face is back between my legs. He sucks my left lower lip into his mouth before twirling his tongue into me. He moves to the right side and repeats.

I look over my shoulder to see him on his knees on the top step. The light from the step illuminates him as he laps at my pussy. His face is completely consumed by my ass. His beard brushes my skin and it only sends my tingling flesh into a fever.

“Oh, God, Owen,” I cry out.

“Shit, Eva. I’m going to kill this pussy.”

He reaches to tug my other boot from my foot and tears my jeans the rest of the way off. He stands and grabs my hips, moving me over to the nearest see-through glass wall. He places my palms to it