Mia

The plane started its descent just as I scrambled for something to say and we scrambled for the waiting cars after landing, for which I am grateful because I do not want to guilt trip Lucas right now.

I feel like we’re at the hospital for hours, days after that as we speak to Daphne and wait to see Sergio. It’s all surreal, really, and when the doctors finally let Daphne and Lucas go in to see him, I get busy on the phone rescheduling meetings and talking to irate secretaries who do nothing but complain about Lucas’s current secretary.

“Here you go, sweetheart, drink this.”

I look up while trying to hush the secretary on the other end of the line to see Barry leaning over me where I am crammed into a seat in the waiting room, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.

When I see it, my entire body lights up and I respond to his wicked grin with a smile and take the offering gratefully. I am so tired I feel like my eyes are weighted with lead but one sip and my system perks right up.

“Who the hell gave her coffee?”

I hear the curses and hear the anger in Lucas’ voice but choose to ignore it as I work furiously in the brand new diary Cameron got for me twenty minutes ago after the coffee took effect and I threatened to level the hospital if I couldn’t have a new one to start things off.

I’m OCD, okay, and trying to look at that thing with its scribbles, untidy notations and what I suspect is just missing information was really hard! I started hyperventilating when I found a post it with a number stuck to one of the pages without a name or any sort of reference to who it was.

“She was flagging, boss,” I hear someone mutter, followed by another hard curse and then Lucas is lowering himself down beside me gingerly.

“Cara, you okay?”

“Fine. I got you a new diary and entered everything in here right! If you ever touch this thing again, or let anyone else touch it again I will remove every finger and toe from your body.” I chirp happily, buzzing from my eight cups of coffee and the espresso I snuck from a vending machine when I went to the bathroom.

He lets out a harsh breath and throws Barry a nasty look before taking the diary from me and shoving it into my bag before taking my hands in both of his.

“Papa had a serious heart attack and the doctors are saying that they will need to go in at some point to repair a valve or something. Jacobs got here an hour ago and he’s in agreement with them, so he’ll be staying for as long as it takes for Papa to stabilize enough for surgery.”

“Stabilize? Is he okay? Is he awake?” I ask, frightened to hear that things are this serious.

“Si, but he’s weak. Apparently, his doctor warned him months ago that he would have an attack if he didn’t slow down but Papa refused to listen and didn’t even tell Mama.”

“So now what? Is he going to be okay? I mean he needs surgery Lucas and that is so risky. A valve? I read about those kinds of things when Kelly’s husband went to hospital with that massive heart attack and it didn’t sound good.”

I don’t mean to say the words but I am stressed out! This is huge, much more serious than I initially imagined it could actually be and it scares me. Sergio is a big old teddy bear and I adore him, not to mention that I know Lucas would go nuts if something happened to his father.

“It’s fine. He’s awake and aware and his blood pressure has stabilized so they’re optimistic. I know you wanna see him as well but Mama’s not budging and they won’t allow more than one person in. They had to kick me out.” He grins.

It’s disappointing but I’m cool with it. All I really want to do is go to the hotel and take a shower, maybe get something to eat and finally work up the dander to call Ben.

“We should get some rest, Mia. Come, we’re going to the hotel.”

Moments later we’re in the car and I’m trying valiantly not to lean over and take Lucas’s hand when he surprises me by doing it first.

“I do not know what I would have done without you, Mia,” he says quietly, the atmosphere in the car becoming intimate and stifling.

My heart is beating hard, my pulse going wild where he’s touching me and I recognize the beginning signs of lust and something that I won’t let myself think about right now.

I want to lean closer, touch him, have his body close to mine and offer the comfort I know he needs. But to do so would be a bad, bad idea because in this moment when we’re no longer boss and employee, without those clear definitions to guide me and keep me in check, I have the insane urge to kiss him.

Clearing my throat, I squeeze his hand and pull away, trying to smile passed the lump in my throat.

“I’m glad you came to me.”

“Mama will come to see you as soon as the others arrive. I know she was upset that you couldn’t go see Papa,” he murmurs, taking my hand back as if he needs to touch me.

That touch does crazy things to me and I resist a flinch and keep myself completely still, looking anywhere but at him when I feel my nipples go hard and respond to the heat coming from his body.

We’re so close in the car, alone but for the driver who isn’t and won’t pay any attention that I could lean over and lick into his mouth without anything to stop me.

I want him desperately and with a strength that has my breath speeding up and it’s when I finally force myself to look into his eyes and not through him that it stalls in my lungs and I freeze.

Lucas is looking at my breasts, the tight, almost visible nipples that are unfettered by a bra. The sight of him looking has them tightening further and I stifle a groan when he licks his lips as if he’s ready to rip my shirt off and taste the little buds.

Lungs burning, I hold my breath and stop all movement, gasping when the cessation has his eyes flicking up and burning into mine. It’s then that I see something I’ve longed to see for years, something that I can’t deny and it scares me as much as it thrills me.

I want to respond, reach out and touch him, beg him to touch me but it’s such a bad idea that I know I have to stop myself right now. We’re friends, all but family, and this will change everything if I let it.

“Don’t,” he rasps, his eyes never leaving mine as he lifts a hand to keep my eyes from leaving his. “Look at me, Mia.”

No. No, I can’t do this and yet I don’t move or so much as breathe when he pushes closer to me and leans down, his mouth a hairs-breadth from mine.

“We have danced around this for too long. I want you, Mia. I want to take you to my bed and see what is under these clothes. I want to kiss you all over your perfect body and discover if your skin tastes like the vanilla scent you favor.”

I want that too, have wanted it for so long that I feel my body sway closer to his before I stop and try to jerk back. This is not a good idea. Not good. So bad, I feel my throat go tight with the effort it takes not to take what I have wanted for years.

“Lucas-”

“The night I called you for the first time I was so hard I had to jerk off and come all over myself to stop from coming after you. It confused me, angered me that I was suddenly feeling something that I hadn’t felt in six years.”

“No-”

“When I saw you in that dress it was over for me, cara, I knew that I couldn’t just walk away.” He croons, making me gasp and long for that to be the truth.

Or rather the truth I want it to be. Lucas is talking about lust and sex, I know it, know him while I need it to be about more. Fat chance that! The man looked through me for years and here I am wanting love. Am I nuts?

“This is a bad idea,” I whisper, dredging up the strength to pull away just before his lips come closer, the intent to kiss me clear.

“It is the best idea I have had in a long time, cara,” he says defiantly, smiling when I squeak out a denial and shift as far away as possible, pressing into the door.

“You’re distraught! Confused,” I stumble out, breathing deeply when the thought takes hold and settles me somewhat.

“I’m hard as rock after hours of looking at your breasts play peekaboo beneath that t-shirt.” He laughs, giving me a long, lazy look, making my nipples burn. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the night you left me standing outside the restaurant. All I wanted to do was follow you home and fuck you till you stopped spitting nails at me.”

My sex clenches at the seductive purr and I draw in a harsh breath when thoughts of having him filling me try to take over.

“It wasn’t easy going home alone, nor was it easy to stop myself from coming to you the next day. The only thing that did stop me was Barry’s report that you were doing some very nasty things to a suit I now know belongs to Oaks.”

The laugh I’d give in receipt of that statement clogs in my throat when he shifts closer and strokes a finger down my cheek, caressing me so softly I shouldn’t feel it but I do and the result is a hard, fast rush of arousal that has me clenching my thighs together to stop the ache growing in my sex.

In this moment, if he touched me between my legs he’d feel how much I want him. I’m wet, aching and pulsing, the denim of my jeans damp and warm as I tighten to stop the flow of arousal.

I want to rip them off, bare myself to the cool air and demand he put his hands on me. I want his fingers thrusting deep, filling up the throbbing hollow space inside me.

Most of all, I want to touch him and do the things I’ve dreamt of doing since the first time I saw him.

Surely sex is not so bad? Maybe…I could sleep with him and not get too involved. I can’t deny I’ve wanted him for a long time and the truth is that having him as my first would be the culmination of a dream I haven’t ever been able to let go of.

Lucas is the only man I’ve looked at who I am attracted to, to the point of keeping myself locked up tight for six years. Surely sex, just for the sake of pleasure will be enough.

“I can smell you, Mia. I know you’re wet. I know you want me so why not give in and take something for once in your life? It would be good between us, cara. I would pleasure you as no man ever will, this I promise.” He purrs, making me tense and draw in a startled breath when he lays his hand on my thigh, so close to my heat I clamp my legs together to still the need to move closer.

“I-”

I’m saved from making an ass of myself when the car stops and the door opens, breaking the spell. I was going to give in! I was going to move closer, clasp his hand and shove it deep into the vee between my legs.

“Goddammit.”

The curse is one of pure frustration and I don’t breathe easy until we’re on the way up in the elevator, the tension broken only somewhat by the presence of the security.

I’m tense, embarrassed by my own reactions and panicking when we walk into the suite and I almost run for my room. I need to get a handle on myself, call Ben and then get some sleep. This will all be over in the morning. I’ll be back to normal and on steadier ground.

Deciding to go with that lie, I lock the bathroom door, strip and step into the shower, moaning when the six shower heads pulsate down on me, heating my clammy skin.

Washing quickly, I try to formulate a coherent thought and sigh loudly when all I get from my protesting body is recriminations and anger for letting myself go this far without completing it.

And dammit, why did I get so hot, so fast and-

I almost scream when hands land on my shoulders, spin me around and pull me into-

“Luc!”

That’s all I manage to get out before he’s kissing me, sealing his mouth over mine to stop any other protests. It’s not my first kiss by a long shot but what I feel when Lucas pushes me into the shower wall, pulls my head back and devours me is something indescribable.

His tongue doesn’t seek entry, it marauds, licking deep and owning while all I can do is try to catch my breath and kiss him back. I’m wet, horny and completely unprepared when he suddenly rips his mouth away, falls to his knees and clamps his mouth over my sex.

His mouth doesn’t nibble or coax, it opens wide, covers me and sucks hard enough that my clit peaks, thrusting through my lips as if seeking his tongue.

I moan when he finds it, the hard scrape of his teeth a shocking contrast when he flicks his tongue into the slit of my sex and strokes over the throbbing nub.

Heat, lust and pure need hit me so hard I tremble on shaking knees but that doesn’t stop me from grabbing at his hair and grinding into his mouth, the pleasure so great I can’t hold myself back anymore.

“Taste so good. Spread for me, Mia. Yes, cara,” he groans, kissing me softly in thanks when I open wider and position myself over his mouth, instinct driving me to let go of all inhibitions in a quest for fulfilment.

And fulfil me he does. Strong licks against my pink flesh lead to sucking while his hands spread me wider. I’m panting, tense, searching for release when he slowly runs a finger up my thigh and settles it right over my opening, rubbing slow circles against the very heart of me.

I want to scream and demand he push inside, do anything to quench the building tide burning inside but I can’t draw in enough breath to breathe it feels so good.

“You are so small here, Mia, my sweet angel.” He purrs against me, running his tongue down to join his finger, leaving my clit hard and screaming for the return of friction. “I will be soft though, so soft.”

Soft? I don’t want soft, I think, bumping my hips and crying out when his finger pushes into me, the thick digit rubbing against my walls, burning a little as my muscles flutter and clamp down against the invasion.

“Luc.”

He surges up as I moan his name and I gasp in relief thinking that he’ll finally, finally come into me and stop the need burning through me. He doesn’t. Instead kissing me so fiercely, deeply that I taste myself on his lips and moan again.

The act is erotic, dirty and everything I never knew I could have. So much so that I don’t realize we’re moving until I feel my drenched skin hit the bed before he shoves my legs apart again and falls onto me, his mouth back on my sex, fingers pulling my lips apart for his tongue to spear into me.

“Aaaah!”

“Hhhm, fuck, so small.” He growls, licking deep and flicking at my sheath, the pleasure so great I almost scream when his thumb moves up to rub at my clit, hard, insistent, without mercy.

“You’re all over me. Uh, fuck, that’s it, little Mia, ride my mouth and come for me, cara. Let me drink from you.”

I can’t breathe, can’t do a thing but obey, splitting apart in a shower of pleasure so great I open my mouth in a silent scream, clenching down on his tongue, my juices gushing forth as waves of climax push through me.

I hear him growl, feel his mouth suck at my opening and come again, the intensity making darkness sweep down on me when it gets too much.

Orgasm. I just…

What I feel next is pain! Pain so great I do scream and try to pull away when Lucas rears up and thrusts into me in one strong surge, his cock digging deep and so wide I feel like I’m being split in two.

“No…uh…”

“Sssh, cara, I know it hurts. Just relax.” He croons when I struggle against him, my only thought to get away from the agony of being filled to the point of bursting.

It hurts, way more than I thought it would and I’m positive it won’t ever stop when suddenly the pain turns to a burning throb and all I’m left with is the feeling of having Lucas filling me.

Slowly, slowly, I un-tense my protesting muscles and melt into the bed, breathing deeply while I assess what I’m feeling. It’s then that I open my eyes to see him smiling down at me, his face free of anything but what I can only describe as smug satisfaction.

“You have given me a priceless gift.”

“I-”

“And in return I will give you pleasure that will leave you boneless. Feel me inside your body, Mia.”

“I do.”

He’s too big for me not to, I think dazedly, gasping when he runs a finger down between us and starts stroking my clit, not moving an inch but for the caress of that finger.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt and before I can move or tell him to stop, I feel my clit beat with pleasure and swell again, the rush of blood to my sex reigniting the pleasure I felt before.

“Si, cara, feel me inside you, filling your body.” He growls, slowly pulling back only to push forward again, the feel of his thick, hard cock making my insides clench and tremble to keep him inside.

Lucas moans, his body trembling over mine and I reciprocate when passion returns and takes hold, my sex getting wetter the more he strokes my clit.

“Luc.”

“Si, cara. Yes, fuck, you feel so tight and hot I don’t know if I can hold on.”

I don’t want him to hold on. I want him thrusting harder and taking me to a place I only just found but need again. I want hot, hard, pounding and friction against my clit.

I can feel him so deep it almost hurts but the slow withdrawals are not enough and I let him know by pushing my hips up, grinding closer and clenching around him.

Lucas groans deeply and rears back, looking down at me wildly, the stark hunger lining his face making my sex go soft and wetter, the juices pouring forth covering us both when he pulls out and thrusts back into me.

The sound of my fluids squelching with every thrust should embarrass me and yet I am so turned on I feel more come down, turning my sheath slippery and so slick Lucas snarls and thrusts harder, his passage smoother for it.

“Wanna eat you out again so bad. Taste your pink lips, lick that tight sex. Shit.” He snarls, trembling when I tighten and thrust back, my clit going wild with every drag against his pelvis. “But I can’t. Need to do this right, make you come.”

His words are disjointed but I understand exactly what he’s saying. I’d kill him if he pulled out now. Rough hands land on my hips when I try to move faster, my insides going wild and soft as my body prepares me for the building orgasm.

“This is mine. I make it come.” He growls possessively when I try to take my pleasure, the need to come so strong I’m shaking with it.

The words don’t sound dirty, not until he pushes his hand between us and cups me, his hand holding me in a way that makes me feel dominated and owned.

“I…”

“From now on whenever I want you I take you. This…your body, your breasts, this ass, they’re mine.” He snarls, the look in his eyes hard and demanding.

I nod once, barely holding onto my control, the possession in his eyes making my arousal spike even higher. When he pulls back, looking down at where we’re joined I almost orgasm it’s so sexy, the satisfaction and lust he shows driving me to clench again before I can stop myself.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands when I’ve calmed enough to breathe, my chest heaving with every thrust of his cock into my burning flesh.

I want so much. I want him to fuck me, make love to me, do anything and everything all at one time. Mostly though…

“Kiss me.”

He does, opening his mouth over mine and shoving deep, mimicking the movement of his cock as I gasp into his mouth and hold on, my nails digging into his shoulders as I try to absorb it all.

“When you come I’m going to fill you, cara, so deep I’ll be inside you for days, my seed marking you as mine.”

That shouldn’t turn me on but it does and I orgasm before I can stop myself, my body stringing so tight as it hits I bow up, lifting us both. Lucas growls like an animal, his hard breath filling my mouth and starts thrusting. Hard. Fast. His hips slamming into me as I free fall and squeeze around his cock, my climax lasting so long he finally joins me and pumps into me, going deep and holding there as his heat fills me, the feel of his seed burning into me and satisfying my need.

“Yes, take it deep, Mia. Ah, clench around me, cara, suck my cock deep.”