Still confused about her encounter with Beau, Mia sat at her desk and waited for Sam to summon her. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be too long. She’d worn an outfit similar to the one she’d worn her first day, though this pencil skirt had gray vertical stripes, and she had on different shoes. Dressing that morning, she’d found herself hoping Sam liked it. But she’d also been thinking of Beau. They’d been on the verge of moving things along in their relationship the night before. She had a feeling he would’ve wanted to take her to bed if she hadn’t alerted him that something was different about her. Part of her wished she hadn’t said anything at all. Sharing her first time with a man like Beau would be heavenly. What about Sam, though? What if he touched her first? Heaven wouldn’t be the right word for that sort of an encounter. But it would be memorable, that was for certain. As much as she craved being with a gentle, sweet man like Beau, she also wanted to be c
“I think the last time I was in a hot tub, I was about twelve years old,” Mia said, sitting across from Beau as bubbles massaged every inch of her body from the neck down. “Really?” he asked, his eyebrows arched in shock. “I love the hot tub. I try to come out here at least once or twice a week for a few minutes. I don’t always have time.” “Even in the summer?” “Well, I don’t turn the heat on very high then, but yeah. I like the pool, too, but the hot tub is more relaxing.” Mia’s eyes traveled over to the pool nearby. It was a bit too chilly for a swim that evening, but she could imagine herself lounging out there on a summer day beneath the palm trees, the scent of the array of flowers from the perfectly manicured landscape filling her lungs. “How was work?” Beau asked, snapping her out of her imagination and back to him. Why would she ever feel the need to let her mind wander when she was sitting here with such a fine looki
Sam couldn’t keep Mia off of his mind. He had let himself touch her the day before, but now, he wanted more. He wanted to feel her bare skin beneath his hands, to listen to her moan and call his name as he infused her body with so much pleasure she couldn’t handle it all, to listen to her cries as the pleasure mixed with pain, to hear her beg for more. He sat behind his desk, his dick throbbing in his pants. He knew she’d been with his brother the night before. He couldn’t let that bother him because Mia was only his at work. It wasn’t as if Sam hadn’t spent time at the club the night before. The woman he’d brought home was new to him but used in the same way a rental car had seen a hundred drivers. He preferred women with less experience, but he had taken what was available the night before, hoping it would alleviate some of the ache he felt for Mia. It hadn’t. Now, she sat on the other side of that wall, dressed exactly as he had instructed her to before he’d
Back at her desk, Mia did her best to steady her heart rate. The feel of Sam’s mouth on her skin, his hands on her waist, lingered even after the sensation had subsided. She’d never imagined something could feel so good. A hint of pain had come along with it, especially toward the end, when her tender flesh had been manipulated for so long, but the pleasure had been so much more intense than she had expected, and sitting behind her desk with nothing to do but think about Sam, Mia was forced to confess to herself that she wanted more. It wasn’t up to her to decide, though. She had absolutely no control when it came to Sam. She’d be forced to wait for him to come to her. But then, there was Beau…. She had more control in that situation. Something told her she could’ve gotten him to press on the night before if she’d tried a bit harder. Fear had stopped her. Fear of what it would be like to transition from her virginal state there in his arms, in the h
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