*Jumps up and down chanting, it's Owen's turn, it's Owen's turn* I love Monica and I love this damn series! I mean Owen is just all sorts of smexiness, "six fifteen. For once, I'm on time." His smile grows and he leans his hip against the table. "I figured you'd appreciate that." And the attraction between him and Chelsea is right off and he starts getting thoughts, "I be no guy has ever stepped between her thighs before. Placed his hands on them and pushed her wide open. I have a feeling I'd be her first. For whatever strange reason, I like that. Makes me feel possessive and sh**." I mean with Owen nothing is off limits, "so." I clear my throat. "Are you wearing any? Panties?" I ask when I finally find my voice again. I stand up straight, hands on hips, my lungs still burning." Sometimes a guy has to have a talk with his little guy to remind him that it's not all about him, "glad to hear it." My co** is throbbing reminding me it has needs too, but I tell the greedy basta** to back off." Not to mention when his girl wants to explore he's a good man and is all for it, "then go for it." I pull away from her slightly so I'm lying on my back, practically daring her to make a grab. I remove my arm from beneath her and fold both arms behind my head, going for casual, easygoing, nothingness." I mean and when his girl needs reassurance he's all for giving it to her, "baby. You touch me and I love it." What I'm loving his how he just called me baby. "Just do it. Touch me. I'm so close to exploding, I'll probably come all over your fingers within seconds, so be prepared." I think I loved Owen just as much as I loved Drew if not more.
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