Mia’s fingers dug into the bedspread, the silk slipping and sliding as she did her best to anchor her body on the mattress. The feel of Beau’s tongue between her legs, licking and lapping, plunging deep inside of her, his teeth nipping at her nub, had her writhing in pleasure. If his hands hadn’t been pressing her knees apart and holding her down, she might’ve flown up off of the bed.Waves of rapture continued to wash over her as Mia tossed her head back and moaned. “Oh, God, Beau!” Her fingers plied through his hair, tangling and pulling as she both wanted more and thought she needed him to stop before she completely came undone. Every muscle in her body tensed, her pussy spasming around his tongue. “Please… Beau… please….”“Please what, baby?” His breath was warm on her electrified skin. He didn’t lift his head to ask the question, but he did slow his lapping, working along her folds, dangerously close to reigniting the flame in her core.She wasn’t sure how to answer the question.

An overwhelming feeling that something had changed was nagging at Beau’s conscious before he even opened his eyes. It was an unsettling feeling, the sort he’d had only a few times in his life, like when his nana had passed away. The next morning it had taken him a few moments to remember, yet the dread had been there, waiting for his mind to catch up. As he rolled over to check the time, he remembered that Mia should be in his bed. But she wasn’t.Wiping his hand down his face and running his fingers through his hair, Beau let out a sigh. He’d told her he loved her. Like a buffoon, he’d let it slip from between his lips. Not that it wasn’t true, but it was too early. She clearly didn’t feel that way about him. Despite how much they enjoyed each other’s company, both in and out of the bedroom, she wasn’t ready to be in a relationship with him. She’d made that abundantly clear more than once. Now, he’d gone and ruined everything, and by the looks of it, he wouldn’t be getting another ch

The restaurant Emily suggested wasn’t nearly as fancy as the one they’d gone to when Mia had first started working at Whitaker and Whitaker, but it was still nice. It was only a few blocks away from the office, so they’d walked, which was pleasant. The air wasn’t as fresh as Mia was used to back home, but it still helped to clear her head a little.Seated across from Emily at a table near the window, she could see lots of business people hustling by, trying to get back to their offices before their lunch breaks were over. Mia didn’t have to worry about that. Her boss wasn’t in, and she had nothing to do. She doubted Emily would have to hurry either. She couldn’t imagine Beau getting angry at her for being late. An image of Beau punishing Emily the way that Sam punished Mia came to mind, and she had to press it aside before she became angry or jealous of Emily for no reason.“So, how are you liking your job?” Emily asked, her tone conveying innocence. She took a sip of the water with l

The restaurant was lovely, and Mia’s stomach was growling, letting her know she’d probably be able to put away an entire steak, no matter how large the cut she received. But she was also nervous. Beau was acting strange, and it left her unsettled. Was he contemplating telling her he didn’t want to see her anymore, until she quit her job?They spoke about nothing in particular while looking at the menus. Even after they’d ordered, and their food had arrived, the conversation was nothing like it usually was. Normally, they could find a plethora of topics to talk about, but today… nothing seemed to be of interest to either of them. It wasn’t until they were both done eating and the table was cleared that Beau reached for her hand, and she gave it to him.His palms seemed slightly sweaty as he fumbled for words—not at all like the Beau she was used to spending time with. “Listen, Mia, I want to talk to you about what I said last night, and what that might mean for both of us.”She opened

Beau felt himself growing hard as he watched Mia standing there in her lacy bra and silk panties, her bottom lip quivering slightly with anticipation. He could understand a little better now why his brother enjoyed this sort of thing so much. Even though he liked looking into Mia’s eyes when he made love to her, seeing her there with the blindfold on created an air of mystery and suspense about the entire situation.She was just standing there, and he realized it was because he hadn’t told her what else to do. It was an adjustment, having to be so short and gruff, but when he barked at her, “Take off your bra,” he saw a tingle of pleasure wiggle its way through her body.Mia reached back and unhooked her bra, slowly sliding it down her arms, revealing her perfect breasts. She tossed the item aside, her breathing staggered. He watched as her perfectly peaked nipples shifted with each shallow breath.He’d watched enough videos to know there was no such thing as a gentle touch in this so