“Sex,” I said. My gaze met his and I saw a spark of hunger ignite there. It was the same look he gave me when he saw me on the beach, or when he thought I wasn’t looking when we were working. He wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was. And I was very glad.
It meant I knew exactly where I stood with him.
He snorted. “Yeah, well that usually involves a partner and I’m horrifically single. And I’m not sure my solo sessions are really helping.”
“That’s a shame. I guess you could always find someone to hook up with though… take the edge off… I bet there are enough tourists around.”
“Yeah, like I have time,” he said witheringly. “It’s not like someone is just going to stroll into my life and say ‘hey, Darcy, you’re stressed. Want to fuck?’. This isn’t porn.”
I smirked and tilted my head a little closer. “You haven’t asked me.” Darcy’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open with the most deliciously adorable shock.
“But I’m your boss…” He sounded unsure, or more like he was saying the words for the sake of saying them.
“So? We’re both consenting adults, and you don’t exactly hold my career in your hand, so it’s not like one of us is taking advantage of the other. If we want to, why the hell can’t we?” I lowered my voice and moved closer so I was brushing up against him, my lips practically grazing the shell of his ear. “Besides, orgasms are very good for stress relief and I’ll make sure you get a lot of them.”
Darcy exhaled the softest gasp. It was almost like a moan.
“Let me help you unwind, Darcy,” I said, putting my hand on his lower back. “No strings attached, just really fucking good sex. I promise it’ll make you feel better.”
“Yes.” He turned towards me, his mouth suddenly level with mine. “Fuck me, Owen.”
I grinned and put my hand on his neck, drawing him in for a kiss. Darcy’s mouth was desperate and needy, and he grabbed my shirt in a way that was almost feral, gasping and moaning into my mouth as he threw himself into my arms. He pushed me up against the bench, bowls clattering and spoons crashing onto the floor.
We probably needed to get out of the kitchen before this got any further, because I really didn’t want to have to deep clean shit because we got cum on the counter. But Darcy was kissing me with so much hunger I couldn’t bring myself to stop him.
Not yet anyway.
Not when I could push my tongue into his mouth and get the sweetest fucking noises in return.
My hand slid down his back to squeeze his arse and he pushed back into my touch, his body pleading for more. I could feel his cock getting hard against my thigh, and fuck, his desperation was the hottest thing I’d seen in years.
His hands slid under my T-shirt, his fingers roaming up across my stomach to my chest, squeezing my pecs and making me groan as he teased my nipples. Then he started to draw his fingers down, running them under the waistband of my shorts. And I knew we had to stop now before I lifted him onto the counter and fucked him here and now.
I gently put my hand on his chest to stop him, pulling my mouth away and watching him pout sweetly. “Not here, darlin’. Not if you don’t want to explain to Milo why we were in at five to deep clean everything.”
Darcy groaned and put his head on my shoulder. “But I… I want…”
“I know. Let’s go back to yours. And I’ll give you whatever you want, okay?”
“Okay.”
From the way Darcy looked at me, I knew I was in for one hell of a night.
And I couldn’t wait to see just what was under that angelic façade of his.
Chapter Seven
Darcy
I clutchedOwen’s hand tightly as I dragged him through the streets of Heather Bay, barely able to stop myself from running at full tilt back to my flat.
This was probably a terrible idea, but I was well past caring. I wanted Owen and he wanted me, so did the rest of it really matter? We were both adults and fully capable of making our own decisions. As he’d pointed out, it wasn’t like Lick It! was his dream career or a long-term plan, so I didn’t have anything to hold over him.
And, if I was being honest, Ireallyneeded him to fuck me and that desire had steamrollered any objections trying to voice themselves.
As we turned down the little side street where my flat was, I suddenly came to a grinding halt as a realisation smacked me in the face.
Milo.
