I'm standing in the kitchen, making yet another cup of coffee, and hating every moment of it. I had a degree! I could save the world! Yeah, one cup of coffee at a time, right? I angrily throw the teaspoon into the sink, and am about to storm from the room when I feel his hands on my hips, pushing me against the work surface. "But, Owen-" I begin, but his grip gently scolds me by tightening.

"Shhh," he whispers, and I can't help but smile at that sexy accent, so far removed from my own. His hands move backwards from my hips, gently trailing along the bottom edge of my belt, painfully teasingly before moving forwards to my belt buckle. I hear Owen humming to himself as he walks past the door, listening to a CD player, and as his voice recedes, I let out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding. "You like danger," Jack stated, and I swallowed hard. He chuckles, pressing himself against my back as he started working on my belt buckle from behind me, loosing it quickly and efficiently.

I gasp as he moves his hand past the belt buckle, ghosting over my lower stomach and heading south, barely touching my skin as he undoes the top button and slides his hand lower. I grip the edge of the work surface, cursing his teasing ways as his finger's almost reach my hardening erection. I breathe the word yes, and he abruptly moves away from me, pinching my behind with a laugh.

"Back to work, you naughty boy."