Is it a Problem?

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