What was the sense of doing that? She wasn’t a risk taker and getting involved with him was all about risk. His father. Her education. His leaving. Her heart.
No matter how many ways she crunched all the variables, it always ended up as a losing proposition for her.
She couldn’t afford that. So she closed her laptop and snuggled back into bed for the last few minutes of the movie.
With a fictional boyfriend, you were always guaranteed a happy ending.
Chapter 3
Maggie stared at Samuel Mason, her body shaking with a mix of disbelief and anger.
“I’m sorry, sir, but what did you say?” She wanted to make sure that she hadn’t misunderstood what it was that he wanted her to do.
“I told you to call my son and say I can’t make it,” Mason said and shuffled papers around his desk, avoiding her gaze as she stood before his desk.
Thought after thought raced through her brain, but none of them came together in a cohesive way as she processed that this man wanted her to call his one and only son who would soon be heading back to war and cancel their one and only dinner together.
“I can’t,” she said and hugged her portfolio to her chest to keep her hands from reaching out and smacking the stupid out of him.
He looked up then and splayed his hands on the surface of his black lacquer desk. “I’m sorry, did you say ‘You can’t’? I actually think you can. His number is in my address book and I think you’re more than capable of picking up the phone – ”
“I mean I won’t. I won’t call him and cancel for you. It’s not right, especially since you’re supposed to be there in less than half an hour,” she explained and tightened her hold on her portfolio.
A bright flush started at the edge of Mason’s collar and worked its way upward until his entire face and ears were an unbecoming shade of pink. His fingers gripped the surface of the desk so fiercely, the tips turned white from the pressure.
“Miss Sullivan. I’m sure you appreciate just how lucky you are to be my intern.”
“Yes, sir, I do. I really do, but I wouldn’t be a good assistant if I just yessed you to death,” she said, praying he’d reconsider because she was sure she couldn’t do as he asked, but she also couldn’t risk losing her job not to mention her scholarship.
Mason rose from his chair, but kept his hands on the desk and leaned forward. His tone hard and words clipped as he said, “Call him. Cancel. Now.”
Her blood ran cold with the threat beneath the words. Or else.
She looked down and meekly said, “Yes, sir.”
She turned and was walking out the door when Mason called out to her again. “We’re done for the night, but I suggest you go home and give some serious thought as to what’s important.”
No subtlety there, she thought. She nodded and walked out of his office with another curt “Yes, sir.”
At his assistant’s desk, she sat down and brought up Mason’s address book. Filed along with hundreds of other entries was Trevor’s contact information. She noted that there was no military address where he could be reached and the anger magnified inside her.
It was so bad her hands were shaking as she picked up the phone and went to dial, but couldn’t.
She couldn’t call him. Couldn’t deliver that kind of disappointment.
Mason’s words echoed through her head, but she wasn’t the one who had to give serious thought to what was important.
Hitting the print button, she grabbed her purse and her knapsack with her laptop, and shot to her feet before she could change her mind.
She snared the sheet off the paper tray as the printer spit it out. With a last look at Mason on what she assumed would be her last day of employment, she stormed out.
* * *
Trevor wiped sweaty hands across the thighs of his jeans.
For fuck’s sake, it was just his father and it was just a simple spaghetti dinner just like his mom used to make. He had hoped the meal would bring back good memories of how it had been between them before his mom had passed. Before time at the office had replaced time with the family. Before that minimal time together had totally disappeared when he’d announced he was going to the Naval Academy.
He was heading back to the kitchen when a knock came at the front door.
Weird, he thought. The doorman was supposed to buzz him before letting anyone up, but maybe he recognized his dad from years back. The doorman had been around when the family had used this place more often. Now the apartment was his and even though he had known he would be away during his tour of duty, he hadn’t wanted to part with it.
He yanked the door open and blinked a few times just to make sure he was seeing right.
“Maggie?” he said when the shock wore off.
“Yeah, it’s me. Do you mind if I come in?” she said, but didn’t wait for his invitation. She just walked by him and into the center of the living room, where she stopped short, her knapsack slung over her shoulder and her hands gripping the handle of her purse.
“I don’t get it, Maggie. What are you doing here?” He jammed the tips of his fingers into his jeans pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels while he waited for her explanation.
“I begged the doorman to let me up. I told him I wanted to surprise you,” she said.
“Mission accomplished. Color me surprised,” he said, but then disappointment slammed into him. “He’s not coming, is he?”
She worried her lower lip with her teeth, obviously uneasy, so he put her out of her misery. Too bad no one could put him out of his.
“I should have known better, Maggie. I appreciate you coming by to let me know.” If he knew his father, he probably had wanted her to do the dirty deed and make the call. He appreciated Maggie’s thoughtfulness, but understood how awkward this was for her.
“Seriously, I’m fine,” he said. She probably had some place better to be on a Friday night and he was keeping her from it.
Maggie doubted that he was fine. She sure wouldn’t be. Releasing the death grip on her purse, she walked over to him and cradled his jaw. “You’re not fine and that’s okay, Trevor. If you don’t mind my saying, your father is a heartless shit.”
That yanked a chuckle and that enticing smile out of him. “Do you always just say what’s on your mind?”
With a shrug, she said, “Yeah, I do. Is that a bad thing?”
He mimicked her shrug and his smile brightened. “That depends.”
“On what?” she asked and shifted her hand down to lay on his chest. Beneath the soft fabric of his t-shirt, there was nothing but rock hard muscle. A slow throb of awareness came to life between her legs. Real life Trevor was far better than fantasy Trevor.
“On what you’re thinking right now, Maggie. Are they naughty thoughts?” he asked perceptively and narrowed his gaze as he examined her.
Her stomach gurgled loudly and for what would probably be the only time in her life, she was thankful about that embarrassing sound. “They’re only naughty if you think food is a dirty thing. I’m hungry, Trevor. Would you feed me?”
“It’s nothing special. Just spaghetti and meatballs,” he said and his smile faded as a hint of sadness flitted across his features.
“Sounds great. Thanks for letting me stay,” she said, rose up on tiptoes, and brushed a quick kiss across his lips.
She stepped back and was about to walk toward the enticing smells when he gently took hold of her hand and drew her toward him, his blue-eyed gaze darkening to almost sapphire.
“I think I should be the thankful one,” he said and wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her close.
Full body close, not that she was complaining. Even with the six inch difference in their heights, everything seemed to match up just perfectly.
Way perfectly, she thought as her thighs rested along his and her breasts rubbed across the muscled wall of his chest. Her nipples hardened and wet heat drenched her center as he bent his head and brought his lips to h
ers.
The warmth of his breath spilled across her lips as he said, “Thank you.” And then his lips were on hers, tender at first, but the kiss grew more intense with each passing second. Hungrier as she grabbed hold of his shoulders and pressed closer, relishing the feel of his solid body along hers and the growing ridge of his erection pressing into her belly.
“Maggie, this is a little crazy,” he said in between kisses, but didn’t stop. His mouth moved along hers, licking and kissing. Opening so she could slip her tongue inside and taste him.
God, but he tasted amazing. Rich and sinfully masculine. She danced her tongue against his and he joined her, tangling his tongue with hers. Breaking away only to take teasing little bites along the edges of her lips.
She skimmed her hands down to his chest and palmed the broad swell of his pectoral muscles. Beneath her palms, his masculine nipples were tight little nubs and she strummed her thumbs across them, dragging a moan from him.
“You’re killing me, Maggie,” he said, but the playful notes in his voice were obvious.
“And if you don’t touch me soon, I may feel the same,” she teased and brought the hand he had been holding all that time up to cup her breast.
His groan this time was time was tinged with laughter. “This is insane, Maggie.”
“Maybe, but it sure feels good,” she said and a low needful moan escaped her as he finally caressed the hard nub of her nipple with his fingers. It sent a blast of pleasure through her and down to between her legs, where her clit throbbed in anticipation of more.
“I leave tomorrow,” he said, but didn’t stop kissing her or playing with her tight nipples, shifting his hand from one breast to the other.
She didn’t normally jump into bed with men on a first date. Hell, it had been months since any kind of date, much less sex. School and work kept her too busy to have time for any kind of relationship. But that didn’t stop her from saying with far more bravado than she was feeling, “So why are we wasting time talking?”
Chapter 4
He couldn’t do this.
She was his father’s intern.
She was younger.
He didn’t really know her, although there was something about her that said familiar and not in a boring way.
No, there was nothing boring about the way she was dragging her hips across his cock, making him jerk and swell against the snug fabric of his jeans.
But he was an honorable man and from somewhere deep inside, he mustered up the remnants of the honor she was shattering with her enticing mouth and the tempting press of her body.
“Be sure about this, Maggie, because I’m not sure I can stop once we get started.”
“I’m sure, Trevor. Sometimes you’ve just got to take a chance.”
In one smooth powerful surge, he swept her up into his arms, but didn’t miss a beat in kissing her, continuing to move his mouth on hers as he marched with her to his bedroom. At the edge of his massive king-sized bed, he let her slowly glide down his body, appreciating how her every soft curve molded to his hardness.
As her feet touched the ground, her hands were at his waist, easing beneath the hem of his t-shirt to run her hands along his body, pulling the fabric upward until she finally yanked the shirt off his body.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she said, surprising him until he reminded himself that Maggie didn’t seem to hesitate to say what was on her mind.
And he really liked that.
“Tell me what else you think,” he said and reached for the buttons of her blouse, but she batted his hands away.
“I think I’d like to see you. All of you first,” she said and raked her gaze up and down his body, the action as powerful as a caress.
He smiled, raised his arms, and spread them wide. “I’m all yours.”
Maggie couldn’t avoid an invitation like that. Not when all that blatant sexy masculinity was staring her in the face. The only thing that tamed the need racing through her was the sight of the scars down low on the left side of his body and partially hidden by his jeans. They were a stark reminder of why he was here now and where he’d be going tomorrow.
But if anything, that only made her more determined that this night, his one last night before returning to duty, would be a good one.
She spread her hands on his chest and rubbed his tight brown nipples with her thumbs. Bent forward and tongued them, loving the surprised jerk his body gave. “You like?”
“I do,” he said and threaded his fingers through her hair to keep her close.
She licked and sucked on them while she slipped her hands all across his muscles, loving the feel of the smooth flesh of his chest giving way to the crisp hairs on his arms.
“You feel so good. Taste so good,” she said and teethed and sucked on his hard nub.
Trevor cradled her breast with his hand and rubbed his thumb across the tight tip. “You feel good, too. Wish I had a taste,” he teased.
“Later,” she said and kissed her way down his center until she was at the edge of his jeans and her hot breath tickled the hairs along his happy trail. That made his cock jump with excitement as he imagined what she might do next.
She didn’t disappoint, undoing the button on his jeans, and sexily drawing down the zipper to relieve the pressure. Until she cupped him with her hand and stroked, making him swell even larger and tensing his balls with desire.
“God, Maggie. Don’t tease me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of doing that,” she said and to prove her point, made quick work of dragging down his boxers and jeans. Since he was barefoot, it was easy enough to kick them away.
She met his gaze, the green of hers so dark her eyes were almost black, as she encircled him and did a deliciously determined stroke along his cock.
He wanted to pull away from that intense gaze and watch as she touched him, but he couldn’t, trapped by the desire he saw there and by something else – the caring. It had been way too long since anyone had cared for him like this.
“It’s not too late to stop,” he said, fearing that they’d lose something that could be quite special if they continued their headlong rush into sex.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, but before he could answer, she bent and licked all around the head of his cock as he watched.
He had to close his eyes against the sight because it was enough to make him come just thinking about her going down on him. Seeing her, feeling her as she deepened the kiss and put her mouth on him, would make him lose it. As she sucked his head a little harder and then withdrew to let her warm breath spill against it, he groaned and cradled the back of her head carefully, unsure of his control.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” she said and went down on him again, taking him in deeply while caressing the root of him and his balls with her hands. Possessive, determined hands and her mobile hungry mouth that worked him, her tongue lashing at him as she took him deep before teasing him with another lick along the tip of his cock.
His knees actually almost buckled and he moaned so powerfully, the sound vibrated throughout his body. He was close to coming, it had been so long since he’d been with a woman and hand jobs were never ever as fucking amazing as Maggie and what she was doing to him with her mouth and hands.
At one strong pull of her mouth, his body jerked and he barely restrained the first sharp spurt of his release.
“Fuck, Maggie. I can’t hold back. Fuck,” he said, because it felt so good that he never wanted the pleasure to end.
Maggie grabbed hold of his ass and pulled him closer, took him all the way until the only thing he felt was the wet warmth of her mouth and the wonderful things she was doing with her tongue.
He looked down then and watched her move on him. A mistake.
His climax rolled over him and he lost it, spurting his release into her mouth.
His salty cum filled her mouth and Maggie swallowed and continued to pleasure him, working him with her mouth and tongue as his body trembl
ed beneath her hands and he gently stroked his hands through her hair.
God, but he was beautiful, she thought as she gazed at him through half-lidded eyes.
“Maggie,” he said and with a gentle tug on her hair, urged her up.
She stood there before him, meeting his blue-eyed gaze, the color nearly a dark gray from his passion. A half-smile on his lips that she had to sample.
Rising on tiptoes, she kissed him, opening her mouth on him and feeling the edges of that wonderful smile. Taking in his happy chuckle and surprise as he said, “Maggie, you’re amazing.”
She smiled and cradled his cheek. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” she teased.
His grin brightened and his gaze glittered with mischief. “You’re right. I haven’t. So now it’s my turn to make you moan.”
Chapter 5
Her clit throbbed in anticipation as he brought his big hands to the buttons of her blouse and nimbly undid them. With a quick jerk, he pulled the blouse from her waistband and parted the fabric to reveal the lacy pale pink lingerie she had on.
His features grew playful as he cupped her breasts. “Looks like cotton candy.”
He bent and ran his tongue along the swells of her breasts and then down to suck hard on one taut nub. “Tastes just as sweet,” he teased, reached around, undid the clasp and in one smooth move, bared her to the hot touch of his gaze and even hotter feel of his mouth. Licking, sucking, tenderly teething the tips until she wrapped her arms around his head to hold him close and butted her hips against his.
Between her legs, it was just one long persistent throb of need and wet. So wet her panties were drenched.
He dropped one big hand to the bottom hem of her skirt and dragged his calloused palm up her bare skin, the sandpapery feel dangerously erotic as she imagined that roughness along other parts of her body. He skimmed his hand up to the juncture of her thigh and hip, and then ran the back of his hand inward while he slipped his finger beneath the fabric of her panty and dragged it down.
She moaned at the thought of that big hand touching her there and begged him, “Please, Trevor. Please touch me.”
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