With nothing much to do, Mia kept one eye on the clock, trying to make sure she wasn’t late in picking up Sam’s lunch and bringing it to him. She could still feel his touch on her skin and wished she had something to do to take her mind off of him, but other than browsing the Internet and counting the seconds down to picking up his lunch, she had nothing to keep thoughts of what he’d done to her body off of her mind. A knock at her door drew her attention. Beau didn’t wait for her to answer before he stuck his head in. “Hi. How are you?” Mia’s face lit up. She loved seeing him, even if she still had his brother’s scent on her body. She remembered what had happened the night before in the hot tub, how she’d wanted him to take her, and he’d refused, but she didn’t feel embarrassed by it. She understood that Beau was a gentleman and just wanted what was best for her. The same could not be said for his brother, but that was also okay with her… in an odd way she cou
“Take off your clothes,” Sam had said. Mia began to do just that, keeping her eyes on him as she unbuttoned her shirt. “Leave your thong on, though,” Sam added. “Since you haven’t had many assignments yet, you can keep that on.” Mia took a deep breath. “Yes, sir.” She assumed that was because he hadn’t seen her completely nude yet. She wasn’t sure if she should be relieved that she wasn’t about to lose her virginity to her boss, or if she should be disappointed that the ache Sam had caused deep inside of her earlier that day wasn’t about to be relieved. She unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms, catching it and setting it on the chair on top of her blouse. Sam’s eyes were on her breasts. Her nipples were still sore and red from him sucking them that morning. She bit her bottom lip, watching him watch her. Sliding out of her shoes, she unhooked her skirt and slid it down, stepping out of it and also setting it on the chair. When she bent over to take it off
Thinking it was too invasive to wait for Mia to return in her own office, Beau waited outside in the hall that led to her office, listening intently for any noise from the other side of the door. It seemed to take an awfully long time for her to return to her desk, and he wondered if that meant the worse, that Sam had claimed her. This was all his fault—even more so than it had been before. Not only would she have never gotten the job if it hadn’t been for him, the reason she was late delivering Sam’s lunch, the reason she was punished in the first place, was because of him. He knocked on the door. This time, he decided to wait for her to say he could come in. “Yes?” Mia called. Opening it just a crack, he stuck his head in. “Hi. Can I come in?” Mia nodded, and he walked in. “Are you okay?” He could tell by her expression that she wasn’t. “I’m fine.” “What happened?” he asked before he thought about what he was asking. She co
Mia had always loved to dance. The moment she stepped into the nightclub, her hand in Beau’s a tingle of excitement climbed up her spine and left her with chills. It was exactly what she’d envisioned. Lots of colorful strobe lights, loud, pulsating music, and dozens of people dancing. “What do you think?” Beau asked, smiling at her. She beamed back at him. “I think this is the coolest place I’ve ever been!” He laughed, but she meant it. She hadn’t gone to a lot of clubs in college, but even if she had, none of them would’ve been like this place. She hurried ahead, hoping he wouldn’t mind dancing with her. She couldn’t wait to get out there on the dance floor. Beau seemed hesitant, as she pulled him out among the rest of the dancers, but he came with her. He looked so hot in a black button down shirt and dark slacks. She was wearing a short, shimmery silver dress with no back, just a tie around the neck, and heels that were comfortable, d
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