“You’d do that, for me?”
“I’d do anything for you, Mira,” Owen responds, and I know he’s being sincere.
Except it’s not quite true.
He’d do anything but fuck me.
But I figure I can work on that, as Owen leads me into his car and away from the shabby, run-down building that my step-father clearly thought was all I deserved.
I suppose having Owen as a step-uncle really could be rather beneficial, after all.
I watch his adept, dexterous fingers on the steering wheel, wondering what they’d feel like all over my naked body, rubbing my clit, sliding their way inside me…like they were earlier.
I have never been so glad to not be related to someone in all my life.
Chapter 21
Owen
Even busy concentrating on the road, I still can’t get over the incessant urge to simply stop the car, ruin Mira’s dress further, and fuck her so hard that people on the streets will hear her come.
I think she knows it, too.
She keeps throwing flirtatious, suggestive glances my way, and she’s spent way too much of the drive over to her new office watching my fingers on the steering wheel.
It doesn’t take a genius to work out what she’s thinking about.
“Mira, can you button up my jacket, please?”
Mira looks down at herself. She did put my suit jacket on, as requested, but made absolutely no attempt to button it up to hide the destruction I rained down on her dress.
She smiles.
“Is my body distracting you, Owen?” she asks mischievously.
I swear to god, why does this woman have to be my niece, of all things?
“You know it’s distracting me. I’d rather not have an accident on the road, funnily enough.”
Mira throws me a very pointed look.
“So, pull over. I don’t mind a few onlookers,” she replies, glancing out the window at the scarce pedestrians on the street.
I sigh, shaking my head.
Mira Wilder will be the death of me, be that in the form of a tragic car accident or otherwise. It’s with blessed relief that I finally pull into my private space in the parking lot of Mira’s new offices.
When I turn the engine off, I rest my head against the steering wheel.
“Don’t even try it, Mira,” I say, not having to look at her to know that she’s about to make another irresistible move on me.
She pouts. “Fine. I’ll behave. For now.”
Mira follows those words up with a wicked grin that makes me wonder how long ‘for now’ is going to last.
Pulling together all of my self-control, I get out of my car and walk around to the passenger side, opening the door to let Mira out.
“Ever the gentleman when it suits you, Owen.”