The feel of Beau’s hands on her outer thighs as Mia straddled him in the back of the limo had her heart pounding out of her chest. He was beneath the fabric of her short skirt, and the higher his fingers worked, the more she wondered if she’d be able to wait until she got back to his house to start ripping his clothing off. Mia wanted him, and tonight, she wasn’t planning on taking no for an answer. Despite Sam’s reluctance to touch her after he found out she was a virgin, Mia was feeling better about herself at the moment than she had when she’d left her boss’s office. It was clear Beau did want her. The feel of his stiff cock between her legs let her know he was as ready to move their relationship forward as she was, but the last time she’d thought he was about to take her, he’d stopped abruptly, so maybe he’d do the same thing tonight. She couldn’t let him do that. Her panties were sopping wet as she continued to kiss him, her hands pressed to hi
The separation of a few inches from time to time that was required in order for them to get out of the car and up the stairs to Beau’s bedroom was almost enough to make Mia weep, she wanted him so badly. His lips rarely strayed from her skin, his hands drawing her closer at every turn, lingering, igniting sparks on her flesh, tugging her clothing away from her heated body. When he pushed open the bedroom door, any hopes of controlling herself for one second longer faded away. He backed her across the room toward his massive bed without flicking on the lights, and his lips devoured hers as they fell together backward onto his chocolate brown bedspread. Mia kicked her shoes off, wanting to rip every thread of clothing off of him. He had the same thought as his hands grappled with the tie around her neck that held the thin layer of silver fabric over her swollen breasts. The tie came undone, and he quickly pushed the top of her dress aside, finding one breast with
By Monday morning, Mia was sore, but in a way that made her feel more alive than she could ever remember feeling. Making love to Beau all weekend long had been incredible, and part of her hadn’t wanted the weekend to end. But part of her was ready to go back to see Sam as well, even though she was pretty sure he was going to fire her. She’d decided that the cryptic message he’d given her to tell his brother, the one about Beau having until Monday, had meant he had that long to convince Mia to quit or find her a new job. Since neither of those things had happened, she fully expected to be asked to clean out her desk when she got to the office. Luckily for her, all of her possessions would fit in her handbag—some breath mints, a stick of deodorant, some perfume, and a couple of changes of panties for when she couldn’t stand sitting around in sopping wet ones anymore. She’d gotten an email from Sam over the weekend that told her specifically which skirt to wear, s
Mia’s eyes never left Sam’s as she did as she was told and slowly slid her panties down her legs, over her shoes, and stepped out of them. The sound that came out of his mouth was a mix between a sigh and a groan, something otherworldly she couldn’t quite put her finger on but knew she liked. “Unhook your bra.” She wasn’t expecting him to want her bra off before her shirt, but she did as she was told. Her white lacy bra was hooked in the front. She reached up and pulled the hook free, and it sprang open, the lace glancing off of her hardened nipples, which left her breath caught in her throat. “Unbutton your shirt,” he said, his eyes slitted as he stared at the outlined peaks beneath her shirt. She watched the way his nostrils flared with each slip of her fingers, the way his teeth dug into his bottom lip, the way his eyes grew heavier. He had one hand on his cock beneath the desk, she could see him twitching, trying not to move. How wou
Sitting behind his desk, Beau tried to concentrate on his work, but thinking about what Sam and Mia might be doing across the office not only caused him immense distraction, it also had him feeling a little sick to his stomach.He’d sent a text to Sam hours ago demanding that he let him know as soon as it was all over. His brother might just completely ignore him, but on the other hand, he might reply and at least alleviate the torture he was sitting through now, not that knowing his brother had fucked the woman he’d spent the whole weekend with, the woman he thought he might want to ask to be his girlfriend soon, would make him feel any better. But at least he wouldn’t be tortured by not knowing.When Beau’s phone beeped around 11:45, his heart leaped in his chest. He pulled it out of his pocket. “Done” was all it said.“Son of a bitch,” he muttered.Torn between going over to chew his brother’s ass up and spit it back out and go to see how Mia was doing, he sat for a few moments, tr
At 5:00, Mia was partially disappointed that Sam had never called her back into his office, but then, she wasn’t sure if she could handle another round with him that afternoon. She was still a little sore from the first time.She grabbed her purse from the bottom drawer, wondering if Sam had only said she needed to be ready for him to call her back in that afternoon in order to mess with Beau, and headed out of the office for the day. She’d arranged for a car to pick her up, thinking she should just go home and get some sleep. It had been a long last few days.Beau was waiting for her in the hall outside of her office. She tried not to make a face. He was there because he cared about her after all. “Hi,” he said, his hands shoved deep down into his pockets.“Hi,” she said, forcing a small smile onto her face. It wasn’t as if she didn’t have feelings for him. She did. It was only… they weren’t supposed to see each other at work. And the only way she could keep the two relationships fro
Beau’s mouth worked over hers, dragging Mia’s breath from her lungs as his hands slid up her skirt. He grasped both sides of her thong and dragged it down, past her knees, and Mia kicked her shoes off, no longer caring that she likely still had his brother’s essence on her.His mouth moved to her neck as he slid two fingers between her folds, a moan escaping her lips. He was so gentle with her, treating her most sensitive parts as if she were made of porcelain as he carefully stroked. Mia wound her arms around him, leaning her head back against the limo seat, her eyes closed.A trail of kisses led down her neck to the tops of her breasts visible between the parted top three buttons of her shirt. He used his free hand to unbutton the next on and then unhooked her bra, freeing her while his hand continued to softly rub against her clit, making the world foggy in a divine way.“Your nipples are red and swollen, baby. Do they hurt?” he asked, his fingertips just grazing one hardened peak.
Mia lay awake, staring at the ceiling above her bed. While she’d taken a shower and then gone to bed early, after a dinner of pizza delivered from the place down the street, she’d woken up a few hours ago, around 2:00 AM, and couldn’t go back to sleep.Her thoughts were jumbled. She’d been dreaming of hands touching her, lips on hers, but she wasn’t sure who it was. In the dark fog of her unconscious state, it was impossible to tell. Sometimes, the kisses were sweet and slow, and she thought it must be Beau, but then, the man in the darkness commanded her, taking her roughly, and she thought it must be Sam. In some, sick twisted perversion of her own mind, had she managed to merge them both into the same man?With a loud sigh, she rolled over, grabbing a pillow and punching it into submission before dropping her face into it.What had she gotten herself into? What would her mother say if she knew what she was doing? Her mother had always taught her that chastity was a virtue, that she