She lifted one fingernail to her lip in faux worry. “What are they?”
“Well,” he said, his voice going lower as he stepped up to slide his hands smoothly over her hips, “it’s a known fact that if you forget your panties, your boss is going to fuck you.”
Mia bit her lip, her body flushing with warmth. Glancing down, she could even see the reaction to her hot fantasy—her nipples had hardened not only in her imagination, but also in reality, now jutting through her bra and fitted yellow blouse.
She glanced again toward Ty’s office. Do you ever notice them? Do you know they’re like that for you? Then she sighed. Or does it only make you think I’m chilled, despite that we live in one of the hottest cities in the country?
She shook her head, then decided there was no reason not to sink back into her fantasy, especially since she’d just gotten to the good part.
“Kiss me,” she said.
No. That was too tame. It was fine for the more romantic daydreams she sometimes indulged in, but today’s imaginings were all about heat, so she changed it to “Fuck me.”
Then she eased her ass onto her desk, parting her legs for him to step in between. As he worked to undo the buttons on her thin blouse, she reached for the snap on his jeans.
God, she loved it when Ty wore jeans. He ran a totally casual workplace, and most days found him in long, baggy shorts, but colder winter weather often brought out his blue jeans, and fortunately, the air outside was brisk today. She’d noticed the worn denim even in just the short glimpse of him she’d caught. She adored the way they molded lightly to his butt, and in front, to his sexy bulge. And speaking of sexy bulges…
Bending to kiss her, he pushed her blouse open, then lowered her bra straps from her shoulders so that the lace cups drooped enough for her breasts to tumble free. As he closed his hands over them, she finally got his jeans unzipped and spread wide, reaching in to pull out his big, hard cock.
“Oh, fuck me, Ty,” she said again, more urgently this time. Then she shared the truth with him. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
His smile was warm, happily surprised. “Well, why didn’t you say so, baby?”
Grabbing onto her ass, he curled his hands around her flesh, firm and sure, and drove his stiff shaft into her—wonderfully deep.
“Mmm,” she purred without quite meaning to.
“You say something, Mia?” Ty’s voice sounded from within his office.
She flinched. “Um, no. Just…talking to myself.”
Ty chuckled softly at her—that was the easy sort of relationship they had—then the office fell quiet again…
And he was in her again. Thrusting in smooth strokes, each one packed with pleasure. Mia closed her eyes. She was unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands over his chest, then pressing her bared, sensitive breasts warm against him.
“You feel so good, baby,” he was murmuring in her ear, low and sweet. “Why haven’t we been doing this all along?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered up to him, “but it was definitely worth the wait.”
“I want to make you come,” he said, sliding his hands further around her ass and lifting her up off the desk. “I want to make you scream for me, sweet thing.”
And, of course, he knew exactly the right angle at which to hold her and exactly when to slow his thrusts as she writhed against him, approaching climax. “Soon, lover,” she cooed. “Very soon.”
“Now,” he demanded so harshly it stunned her—and set her skin to tingling in a whole new way as he stared into her eyes, insisting on her orgasm.
Oh yes, she could feel it gathering, getting closer and closer, climbing higher, higher, escalated by his rough command, and by his eyes, his sexy, sexy eyes, until—“Oh!” she cried out as it overcame her—the hot, almost violent spasms of release rushed through her like a river of fire, and she bucked against him, riding it out, as he murmured, “That’s right, baby, that’s right. Keep coming. You’re coming so good for me, sweet thing, so fucking good.”
The trill of the phone sent her leaping from her seat as if someone had just stuck a tack in her butt. “Jeez!” she squealed, then pulled herself together and snatched up the receiver. “Bourbon Street Messengers.”
“Hey Mia, it’s Brad. Is Ty in yet?”
Their tax guy. It was that time of year. “Sure. Hang on.” She pushed the hold button, then called, “Ty—Brad on one.”
She could feel Ty’s grin as he said, “Uh, you okay out there?”
“Fine, thanks,” she lied, cheerful but short. She was sweating profusely from the fantasy, and from the shock of being jarred back to reality.
Then came his familiar chuckle. “After five years of answering the phones here, I wouldn’t think it would scare you so much.”
And after five years of me mooning at you constantly, I’d think you’d notice by now.
But then again, maybe he had noticed, and just wasn’t interested. She was Tim’s little sister, after all, and she was pretty sure Ty wouldn’t ever think of her in any other way. Which meant all her sweating was for naught.
Even now, she couldn’t help recalling instances of his brotherly affection. Although he had no qualms about dating every wild woman in their wild city, he was always quick to give his opinion if he thought she was dating someone who wasn’t good enough for her, or who “seems a little rough for you, sweet thing”, or “has one too many tattoos, if you ask me”.
It always made her laugh, precisely because everyone knew Ty was no angel, yet he assumed she was, and he seemed to like her that way.
But those rough guys with tattoos, it turned out, were more her type than she’d even known, and they’d taught her quite a bit about fun, and sex. She might not own a see-through blouse, and she might not have ever left her apartment without panties, but on the inside, she definitely hovered on the edge of being a bad girl.
Ty would never believe it, of course. He’d probably have a heart attack if he found out. The truth was, she supposed, that they’d just known each other too long. He had certain ideas about who she was, what she was about—ideas that had been true for a very long time—but what he didn’t realize was that she’d grown up. For God’s sake, she was thirty-one years old.
Yet Ty, she knew, still saw the silly, playful teenager she’d once been, the girl who was good for some laughs and a little harmless flirtation. And she guessed he also now saw her as a competent receptionist and accountant—she was pretty much his Girl Friday at the bicycle messenger service situated in the heart of the French Quarter, where bike traffic often moved a lot quicker than vehicles. But when it came to sex, she was certain he thought she was a much nicer girl than she actually was, not to mention a much nicer girl than she wanted to be. And that was definitely her loss.
Just then, the front door opened again, admitting Ty’s best friend, Jack Wade. Jack ran a P.I. business just a couple of blocks away. “Hey there, Mia.”
“Hey,” she returned with a smile. She’d known Jack nearly as long as Ty, since they’d both hung out with Tim back in college. Jack’s dark good looks complemented Ty’s sandy beach boy image perfectly. She’d even heard rumors among common friends that Jack’s recent bride, Liz, had let the two guys share her one night early in their relationship. The very thought made Mia’s pussy hum with desire.
“He in?” Jack pointed toward Ty’s office.
“On the phone,” she said, “but he shouldn’t be long.”
Jack lifted his elbows to the counter and leaned over. “Well, while I’m waitin’, I can tell you what I came to tell him. Liz and I are ringin’ in Mardi Gras with a big party Saturday night, and you’re invited. You bring the mask and the beads, we’ll provide the jambalaya and the alcohol. Think you can make it?”
A party at Jack’s place? Where Ty would almost certainly be in attendance? It wasn’t the first such occasion—Jack liked to throw parties from time to time—but even knowing nothing new would transpire between her and her sexy b
oss, it was still an invitation Mia couldn’t resist.
She smiled up at Jack. “Sure. Sounds fun. What time?”
“Starts at eight.” He grinned down at her. “Liz’ll be glad you’re comin’—she thinks you’re sweet.”
Mia resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Even Jack’s wife—who by all accounts had been a prim and proper lady before meeting him—thought she was sweet? She was doomed. But she forced a smile. “It’ll be nice to get to know her a little better.”
Just then, they both heard Ty hang up the phone, so Jack made his way into the office.
“Well, if it isn’t the old married man come to pay me a visit,” Ty greeted him with a laugh, and Mia decided it was time she do something constructive—for the first time so far today.
Rising from her desk, she tried to ignore the slight swell of her cunt as she leaned in the office door. “Ty—Dan and Annie are out on early runs, but Bobby’s not here yet and there’s a delivery due at Jackson Square by ten. Since it’s quiet, I’m going to walk it down there before it’s late.”
Her boss nodded. “Thanks for taking up the slack for him, sweet thing. You’re the best,” he concluded with a wink, and as usual, her pussy surged.
* * * * *
“You ever think about settlin’ down, gettin’ married?” Jack asked in response to Ty’s greeting.
Ty drew back with a slight laugh. Up until a year or so ago, that question wouldn’t even have appeared on Jack’s radar screen. But marriage had changed his best friend—at least in some ways. “Me?” he asked. “No way, compadre.”
“Come on now, ami, it’s not like I got the plague or somethin’. In fact, you well know what I got—a beautiful, sensual woman who loves to fuck as much as I do. Not exactly a life sentence or anything.”
Oh yeah, Ty knew what Jack had in Liz, all right. And if he could find a girl like Liz—well, who knew, maybe the “M” word wouldn’t sound so terrible. But as it was, he just didn’t think it was in the cards for him.
“Besides, you’re gettin’ just as old—just as fast—as me,” Jack added.
True enough. He’d just turned thirty-six. Hard to believe, given that his libido felt like it belonged to a kid of nineteen, but he knew his mother and sisters back home in Michigan had just about given up on getting him married off. Which was just as well, the way he saw it. “You know how it is with me and women,” Ty replied.
Jack leaned back slightly, quirking a grin. “No, ami—how exactly is it?”
Ty put his feet up on his desk, stretching out as well. “I know a lot of women who like to fuck and who do it damn well. But I’ve yet to meet one who…” How to explain? “…has anything more to offer.”
Jack blinked. “Not sure what you mean.”
“Just that I never have any trouble connecting with chicks sexually, but in my experience, girls who like to party aren’t girls who make me feel…well, anything more than a stiff dick.”
Jack tilted his head. “I thought that once, too, but then Liz walked through my door and changed everything. Just takes findin’ the right one is all.”
Ty gave his head a shake. “You got lucky, but that doesn’t mean there’s a Liz for every guy. The girls I meet are either a hundred percent cute and sweet, or a hundred percent down and dirty. I can’t live without the down and dirty, so I have to live without the cute and sweet.”
“Quite a sacrifice,” Jack quipped.
Ty flashed a light smirk. “Believe it or not, the lack of substance gets a little old.”
This time, Jack let out a hearty laugh. “You’re so full of shit. You forget, I was exactly where you are until a year ago. Findin’ the right woman is the greatest thing on earth, but either way, you can’t tell me hot sex gets old.”
“Maybe I’m just reaching a point you never reached,” Ty suggested. He shook his head, half laughing at himself along with Jack, but still trying to figure out what he was attempting to convey. “I’m just…kinda bored lately, I guess. I mean, it’s same old, same old after a while. Different girl, same experience.”
“What exactly is it you’re not gettin’ that you want so bad?”
Ty lowered his feet back to the old hardwood floors beneath him and cocked a slight smile toward his friend. Given the direction the conversation had taken, he was glad Mia had stepped out for a few minutes so he could speak freely. “Have you ever been…tied up by a woman?”
Another chuckle echoed toward the ceiling, an easy grin gracing Jack’s face. “Sure. Liz and I play around with that sorta thing sometimes. We play around with everything.”
“Does it get you off?”
Jack flashed an are-you-serious? look. “It’s Liz. Everything Liz does gets me off.”
“What if it were somebody else?”
“Who knows. Can’t say.”
Ty leaned back in his chair once more. “I guess I’ve just been thinking about that kind of stuff. Believe it or not, I’ve never been with a woman who was into the bondage thing, and I suppose I’m looking for something new to keep sex interesting.”
Jack sat up a little straighter in his chair. “Well, you know, there are bars you can go to, places to meet women who are into that.”
He nodded uncertainly. “I know. But I’m not sure I’m into the whole gagging, nipple-clamping thing. Nothing hardcore. I just wanna…you know…experiment a little.”
“Sounds like you need a wife, ami,” Jack said on a chuckle.
“What?”
“Get yourself a wife and you can experiment with anything you want.”
But Ty shook his head. “No, get myself a wife like Liz and I could do that. But I don’t think all wives are that accommodating.”
And the truth was, Ty had been dating strictly naughty, sexy girls for so long—he didn’t even know what he would look for if he were able to switch his attentions to sweet girls. That perfect combination Jack had found in Liz…well, he figured that was once in a lifetime, that she was one of a kind.
And besides, sweet girls and him? It just didn’t add up.
Take Mia, for instance. She was about as sweet as they came, and he loved hanging out with her, working with her, bumping into her at a bar or a party, but when it came time for intimacy, well…he was just too accustomed to hot, wild sex to want to give it up, and any good girl worth her salt would probably faint if he said he wanted her to tie him up and fuck his brains out.
“Speaking of Liz,” Jack said, “that sort of leads to why I stopped by.”
His voice drew Ty back to the conversation. “Oh?”
“My lovely wife and I are throwin’ a party Saturday night to kick off Mardi Gras. Eight o’clock. The usual suspects, plus some people from Liz’s office.”
“Did you invite Mia?”
Jack nodded. “Of course. Why?”
He shrugged. “She’s fun to hang out with.”
Jack gave his head a speculative tilt, and Ty could almost read his thoughts before he spoke them aloud. “Now that’s who you oughta ask out. Mia’s a sweetheart.”
Ty simply laughed. “Are you deaf, Jack? I just told you, sweet girls and me are like oil and water. It would never work. And besides, she’s Tim’s little sister. I’ve known her since she was a little girl. It wouldn’t feel right if we got anywhere even close to sex. Not to mention that she’s a great employee and I wouldn’t want to risk fucking up our working relationship.”
Jack sighed. “Well then, maybe you’ll get lucky and hook up with somebody else at our little fete.”
“Does Liz have any hot girlfriends who like to play with whips and chains?”
Jack grinned. “That you’ll have to find that out for yourself, my bon ami.”
* * * * *
Mia stood frozen in place at her desk. When she’d returned to the office for her purse, Ty and Jack had been laughing about something and hadn’t heard her come in.
They very clearly hadn’t heard her.
Because they were talking about fucking, and being tied u
p. Her entire body had sizzled with shock…and arousal.
The conversation she’d overheard had certainly confirmed one thing. Ty had no interest in her whatsoever as a lover. As she’d suspected, he just didn’t think of her that way—apparently couldn’t think of her that way.
The part that really caught her attention, though, was when he’d told Jack he wanted to be tied up. Her blood ran hot just envisioning Ty, naked and bound, at her mercy. Until this moment, she hadn’t been aware that she wanted to experiment with bondage, either, but the heavy pulsing of her pussy said she did.
As she stood there, quiet, purse in hand, not quite sure what to do next—or how to sneak back out without them hearing the door—an idea flashed in her mind. A really naughty idea.
Could she, the infamously sweet Mia, ever pull off such a thing?
If she wanted to try, it would take some work.
First, she’d have to hit her favorite craft store down on Royal—they stocked tons of great glitter and feathers this time of year. And as luck would have it, her latest craft project was making Mardi Gras masks. It had started as a way to help her fifth-grade niece with an art assignment for school, but now she suddenly realized the craft could have a much more personal—and satisfying—benefit. She’d have to do some other shopping, too, of course, but if she was seriously considering this, maybe she should start by making a special mask and letting that be her guide.
To her shock, the longer she stood there, the more concrete the idea became. Turning into something she would definitely do, something she had to do, in fact.
Because Ty had confirmed her suspicions. He thought women were either nice girls or naughty ones, with no in between. It was a shame, but not a surprise. She was crazy about Ty, but he was sometimes a very typical guy’s guy. Clearly Jack had been enlightened by Liz, but Ty remained in the dark.
She knew now that Ty would never see her as anything but a good girl. And the truth was—given how long they’d known each other, and that he still kept in touch with her brother in New York, and that he seemed to like and even value her sweetness—she just didn’t think she could ever bear to disillusion him and risk his high opinion of her.
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