by M. Malone
“Enough about him. What did you think of the rest of the Lavin team? Obviously Christiane hates us. But otherwise?”
To my surprise for the next hour, we talk about everything related to Lavin Fashions. It’s not a surprise to me that Milo has researched their prior campaigns but he also looked up human interest stories about the brand and found out what their charitable initiatives are. That’s one that I hadn’t thought of yet. Then I tell him about the collaborations Mr. Lavin did before he started the brand. That was something Milo hadn’t thought of.
And in the midst of it all, I can’t help thinking that we make a pretty damn good team.
“Can I ask you something?” Milo asks when there’s a lull in the conversation. We’ve been sitting quietly for a few minutes but it’s a good kind of silence. The comfortable kind where you don’t feel any pressure to perform, you can just be.
“Sure. I mean you’ve already asked the embarrassing stuff like how I like my orgasms. How much further down the rabbit hole can we go?”
His smile awakens something in me that I didn’t know was dormant and I press my thighs together to stop the ache. But as usual, Milo is tuned in to everything I’m feeling. His eyes drop to the juncture between my thighs and his blue eyes darken. When he speaks, his voice is one shade above a growl.
“Why did you stay with a guy who didn’t satisfy you? One who made you feel that you had to wear long skirts and hide yourself? I’m trying to understand but I just don’t get it. You’re so strong. I can’t imagine you taking shit from anybody.”
This is the kind of conversation we probably shouldn’t be having when I’m dressed in only his shirt and snuggled next to him on a bed. Maybe it’s the mini-bar wine stealing away the last fucks I had to give but I just don’t care anymore.
“Even strong women get lonely,” I say finally. “Will isn’t a bad guy, just an oblivious one. And he wanted something I couldn’t give him. Do you know what he said to me at the end?”
He turns over so he’s now facing me directly. “What?”
“He said that settling down with me felt too much like settling. Like I was the consolation prize he’d accepted when he couldn’t find anything better.”
If you’d asked me before that moment, I’d have told you I was over it and that Will’s words didn’t have any power over me. But saying it to Milo in that moment was different, like I could actually admit how much it had hurt.
“And now he’s trying to get you back. You know why?”
I shake my head through the tears that have suddenly sprung to my eyes.
He tips up my chin. “Because he’s finally wised up and discovered how lucky he was to even have a chance with you. A chance that he won’t get again. You are one of a kind, Mya Taylor. And you are no one’s fucking consolation prize.”
The phone on the bed between us rings again and the picture of Will and I flashes on the screen. Milo looks down at the phone and then up at me. “May I?”
I have no idea what he means so I shrug. He grabs the phone and swipes right to answer.
“Yes. No, you have the right number, this is Mya’s phone. This is her fiancé.”
My mouth falls open.
“That’s right her fiancé. A guy who is smart enough to know exactly how special she is and how lucky I am to be with her. A chance you won’t have again so please fuck all the way off and stop calling.” He pulls the phone away but then before he disconnects he puts it back to his ear. “And by the way, pal, her knee caps are fantastic.”
Then he drops the phone back on the bed and his mouth crashes down on mine.
10
It’s go time.
I settle gently on top of Mya, not wanting to shock her out of the moment. Maybe it hasn’t fully sunk in for her yet that she’s kissing me, the dude she’s hated for years and the guy who just put her in the middle of a big fat lie. Either way I don’t want to waste the opportunity I’ve been dreaming of since the day we met. I want to show Mya how good we could be together.
Her nails dig into my arms and I love that she’s just as into this as I am. The phone on the bed next to us is ringing non-stop now and the thought of her jackass ex calling while I’m currently worshipping her mouth makes me smile. Mya opens her eyes when she feels my lips move against hers.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Because I’m kissing you. It doesn’t take more than that, beautiful.”
I kiss her again, just because I can. Because we’re here and for once she’s smiling at me instead of insulting me and I’m afraid if I blink things will go back to the way they were. Mya’s hands dive into my hair and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. If just her touch on my hair feels this good, I’ll probably blow my load before she even gets below the belt.
Then she stops.
“Wait. This is not a good idea.”
I push my hips forward, reminding her of where I am. In this position, she can feel all of me resting right against her stomach. Hey, what do you want me to say? A guy has to use every advantage he has.
“Feels like a good idea to me.”
The movement of our bodies has pushed the fabric of the shirt up and I can see her panties. A little pink scrap that might as well be a red flag in front of a bull. Her head falls back and she lets out the sexiest little moan as I grind against her. But then her hand goes to the middle of my chest.
“I don’t want this to get in the way of work. Sleeping with a coworker is always a bad idea. Plus there’s no point. It’s not like a relationship between us could go anywhere.”
My mood drops slightly. The thought of relationships usually cause that effect. But then again, I’m not really turned off by the thought of a relationship with Mya at all. Which is a shock. I’m more annoyed that she doesn’t think a relationship between us would work out. Strange, I know.
No time to examine that now. There’s something more important to discuss.
“I promise you that this chemistry between us absolutely has a point and it has nothing to do with the future. People have sex even if it’s not going anywhere.”
“Maybe other people do. I don’t. What’s the point?” Mya really looks bewildered.
If she’d said that earlier I would have been taken off guard but now that I know her past situation with her ex-dickhead I get it. She’s not used to the idea of sex being a pleasurable thing.
Which is something I can definitely fix.
“Because with the right man, it’s mind-blowing. I can prove it to you.” I lean down and kiss her neck.
“I seriously doubt that.” But her voice trembles slightly when my tongue darts out to touch the pulse thumping right below the skin.
“Let’s make a little wager then. Because my mouth doesn’t write checks my body can’t cash. We’re going to be working closely together to lock down this account. I propose that we use that time to work on a little side project, as well.”
“Side project?” She looks skeptical.
“Yeah. Operation Teach Mya about Multiple Orgasms.”
Her husky laugh forces the rest of the blood in my body to flow south. God damn what I want to do to this woman. I’m thinking dirty thoughts and she’s laughing at me.
“I bet I could give it to you so good, you’d beg me for more.”
Her eyes flash with heat. “You wish. I’ll never beg.”
This woman. Clearly she doesn’t know that there are few thing I love more than a challenge. And the opportunity to have her calling out for more, begging me to take her is too good to resist.
“Are you willing to find out?” I raise my eyebrows.
She glares at me and then looks away. “Fine. Not like it matters. I think I know my own body better than you do.”
“I guess we’ll see about that, won’t we?”
Mya’s breath stops when my fingers go to the buttons on the front of the shirt. The top two are already open so I pop the next one out, then one more. I watch her face, waiting to see if she�
��s okay with this but when our eyes meet, she nods slowly. My heart crashes inside my chest at the green light.
She’s into this.
“Milo–”
Her next words are swallowed when our lips meet again. Why did we wait so long to do this? Years of bickering back and forth when we could have been working that tension off after work together. Even today, she thought she was calling my bluff when she changed out of her dress and into my shirt but that’s because she had no idea what the sight of her in white cotton would do to me. Mya in a plain dress shirt is sexier than any other woman wearing skimpy lingerie.
Which brings me back to what she is or isn’t wearing beneath my shirt right now.
With every button that I pull free, another inch of golden brown skin is revealed. This close, I’m surrounded by her fragrance and I want nothing more than to lick her up, taste the unique scent of Mya direct from the source. But I don’t want to scare her off by moving too fast, so I content myself with just looking at first.
Then the sides of the shirt fall open completely and her full breasts pop into view.
Going slow is no longer an option.
“Milo! Oh my god.” She moans when I take her breast into my mouth and suck hard. Her breasts are perfect, full and round, just like I knew they’d be. I can’t wait any longer to find out if the rest of her is just as perfect. My hand inches over the soft skin of her thigh until I reach her panties. The material is so wet and hot I can feel the heat before I even get there.
“Fuck, you’re soaked for me already.”
Mya’s fingers clench in my hair. “I can’t help it,” she moans.
“Oh I don’t want you to help it, baby. That’s exactly how I want you, wet and ready for me. And you’ll take it all, won’t you?”
She nods frantically and I can see that she’s already halfway gone. My fingers have been stroking her through the cotton panel of her panties this whole time, rubbing it against her, using the fabric to increase the friction. But as good as this feels, I have to know that she’s really okay with this. The thought of her regretting this later hits me right in the chest. I couldn’t bear the thought of her remembering this as a mistake. What could happen between us should never be thought of as anything other than heaven.
“Mya, baby look at me.”
Her eyelashes flutter as she struggles to open her eyes. I’m hit with a feeling of warmth as her brown eyes lock on mine, her gaze filled with desire, confusion and something that looks like trust.
“I need to know, is this what you want?” God help me if she changes her mind, but I’ll take the worst case of blue balls in history over doing anything that would hurt Mya.
She hesitates briefly but then a look of determination comes over her face. “What you described before… It’s never been like that for me. I do want this. I want you.”
”Then you’ll have me. You’ll have it all.”
I’m sure she thought I’d jump right into it. But what she doesn’t understand is that I’ve just been given the keys to the ultimate playground. Mya is a buffet of tempting curves and sweet swells. I’m not going to waste a moment of this. Before we’re through I’ll have mapped every inch of her skin, tasted every soft crevice and coaxed out every drop of her pleasure.
Then I’ll do it all over again.
First, I help her out of my shirt. I have the perfect angle to admire her, the sinuous curves of her waist leading into her hips, the smooth column of her throat as she arches her back, the rich dark spill of her hair, a stunning contrast to the caramel tone of her skin. I’m almost overwhelmed, not sure where to start when I want to devour her whole.
“Open your legs for me. Yes, that’s it. Open those pretty thighs.”
She blushes but allows her legs to fall open. Now that the shirt’s no longer in the way I can see the damp spot on her panties clearly. My head falls forward as I take a minute to compose myself. Something about this woman ramps me up faster than anything. If I’m not careful, I’ll go too fast and cheat her out of the experience she deserves. And that’s the last thing I want to do.
She flushes as I watch her, and I can see the effort it takes for her not to close her legs and hide. But we’re not doing this under the covers in the dark. Hell no. I want her to see everything. Feel everything.
“You are so beautiful.” I move closer and inhale as I lower myself between her thighs. Her legs start to close but the breadth of my shoulders keeps them open. I can feel that she’s starting to tense up again so I press a gentle kiss to the soft skin of her stomach. She sighs softly and relaxes back into the pillows.
“And so wet.” My hand finds its way back to where it was before but this time I’m not content just to stroke her through the fabric. I tug the cloth to the side and almost come just from how hot and wet she is against my fingers.
“It’s a fucking crime that you’ve been hiding this from me.” I push two fingers inside and her muscles clamp down on the intrusion so tight that my dick twitches in jealousy. It wants to be where my lucky fingers are right now, being massaged and squeezed by the tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt.
“I haven’t been hiding,” Mya gasps when I rotate my hand, my fingers searching for–
“Oh my god!” she whispers when I find the soft spot I’m searching for. Her eyes drift shut and she shivers uncontrollably as I massage her G-spot. While her eyes are closed, I lean down and cover her with my mouth.
Desire slams through me. Salty and sweet, her taste is like warm apple pie on a cold day. I’m almost feral now as my lips latch on to her clit, my fingers working counterpoint to the rhythmic lashing of my tongue. Mya tenses and then her pussy muscles go wild, squeezing my fingers.
Her words have the effect of throwing gasoline on a fire that’s already out of control. She’s still whimpering from the after effects of her orgasm when I stand and push my pants down. Mya gets up on her knees and her hands move over my chest frantically, trying to unbutton my shirt as fast as she can. Buttons go flying as she rips through the last few and finally I’m naked.
She sucks in a breath. “Damn.”
I laugh at her loss for words. “Trust me you’re saying what I’ve been thinking this whole time.”
Then neither of us is laughing anymore because I climb back on the bed with her. “I don’t think we need these anymore.” I tug at the edge of her panties.
Mya lifts her hips and pushes them down, kicking them away. It hits me then, the gravity of what we’re about to do. I mean, this is Mya. The woman I’ve been dreaming about for the last two years and my reluctant crush for lack of a better term. Even when I was fooling myself that we hated each other, my dick was never on that program. He’s always loved her.
Now I’m going to be the first man who gets to make her come.
You cannot fuck this up.
I caress her from her waist down to her thigh, my fingers trailing gently over her skin. “I love how you feel.”
“I love how I feel, too. I’ve never been so satisfied.” She smiles lazily, stretching under my fingers like a cat.
I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear her purring. It’s a heady feeling, watching her all flushed and content from her orgasm. I could get used to seeing her like this.
She stretches again, drawing my attention back to her breasts. Her nipples are dusky, standing out against her skin like chocolate candies on caramel. I get up quickly and find the package of condoms in my luggage. Mya watches with unabashed curiosity as I smooth the latex on.
I lean over the bed and kiss the fragrant skin above her heart. It beats against my lips, increasing in tempo as I nuzzle the underside of her breast. It increases to a gallop as I move between her thighs. We both tremble at the contact.
I don’t move as my mouth explores the skin behind her ear, the curve of her throat. I take my time with tiny nips to her jawline before my tongue slips between her lips. My mouth covers hers again, licking and biting. She whimpers as I suck her tongue.
/> “What are you doing? Make love to me.” She squirms beneath me and it takes all my willpower to remain still. I need her as crazy as she makes me. I need her to need me. To crave what only my body can give her.
“Milo?” She hits me in the shoulder but I continue tormenting the skin on her neck.
I haven’t heard it yet. The words I’m waiting for.
She lets out a soft groan as I circle my hips, my cock rocking against her clit over and over again. I can tell by the uneven hitch in her breathing that she’s close.
Very close.
Then she finally says the words I’ve been waiting to hear.
“Milo, stop teasing me.” Her eyes fix on mine and she licks her lips. “I want you. Please.”
I thrust inside and she’s so wet she takes me all the way. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she comes instantly, my name on her lips in a broken cry.
“Christ,” I mutter, completely turned on by her utter abandon.
Her pussy clutches me like a wet fist, sucking me back in with each thrust, compelling me to never leave. She’s like fire, her body so open and hot. The friction is insane, the way we fit together igniting nerves I didn’t know I had.
“I want to make you beg for it. Want to make you scream.” I can barely string two sentences together, my mind a tangled mass of lust, obsession, desire and love. I wanted to seduce her, to show her what sex is supposed to be like, but I feel like I’m the one being schooled.
“I’ll beg if I have to. Just as long as you don’t stop.” She grips my hair roughly, holding me hostage for her kiss. She moans into my mouth, her nails digging into my scalp like miniature daggers. The sharp bite of pain is a welcome reminder of what’s at stake.
Good sex isn’t good enough for Mya. I need to show her great.
I roll us so that she’s on top. Given her history, I thought I’d have to coax her into this position but she plants her hands on my chest, rotating her hips. I groan, a desperate and needy sound as she lowers herself on top of me taking me back in slowly. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open on a pant as she works her pussy over me, trying to accept my entire length.