Endeared (The Accidental Billionaires #5) - J. S. Scott Page 0,78

I’d told Owen to remember it, because he probably wouldn’t see me in another dress for a long time.

He’d listened.

And he’d looked until I thought the heat in his eyes was going to incinerate me, and I’d squirmed in my chair. A lot.

“I think you’d get that gorgeous suit all wet.” I was hoping he’d take the hint and take it off.

He did. Almost immediately.

“You are looking a little lonely,” he observed as he slid the tie off his neck. “It’s a pretty big tub.”

It was gigantic, probably big enough to have a pool party. “I can definitely make room for you, handsome.”

He’d just taken off his suit jacket when his cell phone blasted from his jacket pocket. I watched as he pulled it out to look at the caller ID.

“Fuck!” he cursed loudly. “It’s Seth. I forgot that he wanted to talk to me by the end of day about a couple of things on the clinic remodel. It’s after three in California.”

“Answer it,” I told him, pointing at the bedroom to let him know I was heading that direction.

He nodded and answered Seth’s call on his way back to his computer in the living room.

I sighed as I got out of the tub before I pruned, brushed my hair out, and wandered into the bedroom. I left the bedside lamp on for Owen, and slid between the softest sheets I’d ever slept on.

I was exhausted, but my body and mind were still very much awake.

As I turned my head, I caught a whiff of Owen’s scent, pulled his pillow toward me, and inhaled. I tried not to think about what he and I would be doing right now if Seth hadn’t called.

And I failed.

I’d spent the entire evening squirming under Owen’s lustful gaze, and just when I’d thought I was getting satisfaction, I didn’t.

Not that my endless desire to ravish my boyfriend came before the clinic, but I was hoping Owen would come to bed before I started nodding off.

After a few more minutes of breathing in the scent of Owen’s pillow, I felt so sexually frustrated that I ran my hand softly down my naked body, opened my legs, and touched myself.

I was perfectly capable of getting myself off. Maybe if I did, I could sleep.

It wouldn’t be the same, but Owen was busy, and we’d had a really long day and evening.

I was already wet from that whole bathroom anticipation scene, so I let my eyes drift shut, picturing how Owen’s face had looked earlier that evening.

I released a quiet moan, and then a little whimper as I let my imagination go completely wild.

“I guess you couldn’t wait for me?” I heard Owen’s baritone inquire.

My eyes flew open, and I was mortified when I saw Owen watching me intently, his hip propped against the dresser, only four or five feet from the bed.

I opened my mouth, but couldn’t get a single word out.

“Keep going, Layla. I want to watch you make yourself come,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

Every hormone in my body came to life. Owen and I had done a lot of sexual exploring, and he knew bossy-in-bed did it for me.

I might not like it in everyday life, but when he started issuing orders in the bedroom, I was more than okay with that.

“Look at me,” he said huskily. “Are you embarrassed?”

I nodded as I met his hungry gaze.

“Don’t be,” he insisted. “You’re so damn beautiful. I will fuck you, but I’m going to watch you come first when I can see the whole picture.”

Heat infused my entire body, and my fingers went back to work.

Watching him standing there like a sexy god, his eyes all over me, had my body coiled tight.

I sensed that this game had him incredibly turned on, too.

Since I couldn’t stand to see him and not touch him, I closed my eyes.

“Do not close your eyes. Look at me,” he instructed. “Do you want me, Layla?”

“Yes.” I released the one word with a moan, and met his eyes again.

My hand moved faster as he started to undress, his eyes never leaving me.

“Fuck me, Owen. Please,” I entreated.

My body was about primed to implode.

“Not yet,” he said when he was completely nude, his clothes in a heap at his feet.

That gorgeously masculine, hot body of his made me crave his touch so badly I could hardly breathe, and I needed him so much that I couldn’t stand it.

“Imagine me with my head between those gorgeous legs of yours,