Mia

I can’t get over it.

He just took my virginity.

He’s my boss. My dad’s best friend, and my biggest crush.

We just spent the last days in Tokyo eating incredible food during the day and fucking like rabbits. He taught me what this body is for. The only problem is, now that we’re back, I don’t know if we’re over, or if we’re just getting started.

I play with the green glass knick-knack that Aileen left to spruce up my tiny office. The little deer is sitting there, looking up so innocently. Frozen in time, it has no idea what’s going to happen. Just like I didn’t know what was going to happen when I left for Tokyo with the most powerful man in this city. The man who is also my dad’s best friend.

Daddy will flip if he finds out what happened.

It’s almost like I’m addicted to Sawyer’s body now. From his beautiful golden eyes down those powerful muscles to the tips of his toes, I want to take every part of his body in my mouth and suck on it. Take my time tracing the lines of his ab muscles with my tongue, moving down the treasure trail to his big, heavy…Gah, what am I doing? I shouldn’t think about it. Now that we’re back in the office, I should just be doing my job.

But I can’t help but wonder: is it over? Maybe after he took my virginity, he figured he would move on. He wouldn’t be the first guy to think that way. Men!

Another girl might have a define-the-relationship talk. Or make a scene. Or perhaps I should meet in the middle, march right into his office and tell him off. Tell him my dad wouldn’t appreciate him fucking the virginity out of his little girl, and he had better apologize.

Fueled with sudden anger, I walk around the corner and reach for the door handle. Taking a deep breath, I get ready to tell him off. “Sawyer,” I get ready to say, “you were completely inappropriate, and now you’re going to pay.”

He looks up and makes eye contact as soon as I open the door almost as if he were waiting for me to show up. And the way he’s looking at me? Like he can see directly into my soul?

Yeah, that’s hot.

And he’s hot. Really, really hot. I should be used to seeing him by now. I should be used to eyeing him and flirting, should be used to fantasizing about what’s under his clothes every time we have a conversation. Especially now that I’ve seen what’s under his clothes, and been up close and personal. Now that I’ve touched and tasted him. Now that he’s the first man ever to be inside me.

Oh, God.

I bite my lip and resist the strong urge to hike up my skirt and stop making ridiculous excuses about what I want.

“Hey, are you busy?” I finally ask, sounding a little shaky and definitely not angry at all. But it’s okay, since he’s smooth enough for both of us. He arches an eyebrow and shakes his head ‘no.’

“Not too busy,” he says. “Not for you. Come in. Shut the door. Come closer.”

Tirade forgotten, I don’t even think about denying him. His words lure me in, and I quickly close and lock the door behind me, then practically run across his large office to stand near him, to find out what he needs.

I don’t have to wait long.

He takes my hand to pull me even closer, and I can’t resist anymore. I hike my skirt up and throw a leg over his lap, straddling him and loving the way he says my name in that low, rumbling growl.

“Fuck, Mia.” His cock throbs as he shifts underneath me. I can see the impressive outline of it as it bulges against the fabric of his pants, can feel it against my waiting pussy as I helplessly grind myself against him. “Do you even know what you do to me? I could get used to this.”

I could, too. I think I already am used to it, and I want him to get used to it. But I don’t dare to say it out loud.

Not now. Not yet. Not until I know that this is real, and not just something he’s saying in the heat of the moment.

But can even it last? It shouldn’t. He’s my dad’s best friend. It shouldn’t be a thing at all.

It’s easier not to think. I merely moan my approval as he thrusts his hips up to press against me, making me squirm in his lap as I feel a surge of heat that goes straight to my core. His hands grab my ass, massaging and holding me, pulling me tighter as he palms each of my cheeks.

It feels good. So, so good. But it isn’t enough.

There are too many layers of clothes separating us right now. The friction might feel nice, but the promise of what’s waiting is a hell of a lot nicer.

I lean back and smile, putting a little space between us I start to slowly—and maybe even seductively—slide back off his lap. Once he realizes what I’m doing, he returns the smile, and I see a flash of fire in his eyes as he helps me lower myself to my knees between his chair and his desk.

Reaching up to start to work his belt, I keep my eyes looking up, locked with his, loving the way his face reacts to my touch almost as much as I love how the rest of his body reacts to it.

“Oh, fuck.” His voice is just above a whisper as his eyes close and his head falls back. I’ve made it past his belt, and I’m scrambling to unbutton his pants, which is not an easy task when all I want to do is watch him and run my hands all over his hard body. “Hurry,” he demands, keeping me focused on the task at hand. “I need this. I need you.”

I need all that, too. Just hearing him say those words is enough to make me whimper, enough to make my pussy drip for him. But that’ll have to wait.

First, I need to get his cock into my mouth.

I can tell that he’s getting impatient for the same thing when he raises up enough to take matters into his own hands, unzipping his pants and moving his underwear down just far enough to let the hard length of his thick cock bounce into view. It slaps up against his stomach and bobbing just in front of my face like it’s come to life and is determined to tease me.

Of course, there’s no way I can resist it and I reach out to wrap my hand around the stiff shaft, loving the low, gravelly, delicious moan that comes out of his mouth the moment my fingers make contact. Skin-to-skin.

His cock jerks again in my hand, and I give him a couple of long, slow strokes as I look back up into his eyes.

“I want to suck you,” I say, finally shedding the last shreds of anger and uncertainty. It’s clear now. There is nothing that I want more than this cock in my hand and this sexy, sweet, gorgeous man. Nothing else matters.

He nods quickly, looking more eager than ever as he thrusts his hips forward, sending his cock sliding back and forth through my grip. “Yes, Mia,” he pants, still nodding as I begin to stroke him again. “Now. Don’t make me wait.”

I love the way he takes charge, the way he has no problem saying exactly what he wants, anytime he wants it. He knows he’s a powerful man, and it’s hot when he asserts that power and that dominance.

I want more of it.

He groans as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and start sucking him. I’m finally getting what I wanted, but I do not doubt that he’s still in control. Especially when he weaves his hands through my hair and holds me in place, slowly working his cock further down my throat with each thrust.

Sawyer Mills is used to controlling every aspect of his life, and I love the fact that I can reduce him to single-word sentences with my mouth and my tongue and the flick of my wrist.

I look up as I’m massaging his shaft with my tongue, opening my throat to him and loving the way he’s getting lost in the moment. His head is tilted back, and his eyelids are heavy. His soft lips slightly open as the pleasure overtakes him.

Just as I’m wondering if he’s trying to draw the moment out as long as possible, trying to savor this time together—or if he might come like this, his eyes flick open.

As if he’s reading my mind, his grip loosens, and he drops his hands to my shoulders. “Stand up,” he says. His voice sounds rough and coarse, and under other circumstances, I might wonder what’s wrong or get the wrong impression. But I know that right now he’s just as caught up in the moment as I am. And I love it.

He starts to put his hands on my blouse, and I have to catch myself from gasping. I want it so badly that it’s taking every ounce of my self-control—and then some—not to completely throw myself at him, not to beg him to rip these clothes right off my body.

Instead, and to my surprise, he simply drops his hands and gives me a hard look for a moment before speaking again. “Take off those panties and let me see that pretty little pussy before you ride me.”

Oh, my God.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

If he’s not going to rip my clothes off of me himself, ordering me to do it like that—with that intense, authoritative look and hot, demanding voice—is the next best thing.

My skirt is still hitched up around my waist, but now I’m scrambling to unzip it and step out of it. My panties are so damn wet that they’re clinging to my pussy, practically translucent as I peel them off and kick them free of my body.

I’m naked from the waist down, and the air-conditioned office sends a cool breeze right between my legs, making me very aware of the heat that’s coming from down there as my entire body begins to tremble.

He reaches for me, and I nearly crumble the moment his fingers part my slick folds. “Oh my God, Sawyer.” His name comes out in a burst of air as his thumb slides across my clit. It’s so sensitive and swollen that it’s this side of painful, but it’s the best, most intense, most exquisite kind of pain imaginable.

One finger slips inside, then two, and I feel all of my muscles reflexively tighten, loving the feel of him—any part of him—inside me. My body is ready to give itself over to him entirely, ready for him to claim me.

He plunges in deeper, and a low moan escapes my throat. I reach for him, my fingernails scratching along his shirt as I try in vain to pull him closer. I’m not entirely sure of what I need, but I know I need more.

Maddeningly, he doesn’t move. He’s like a rock. A hard, hot-as-hell rock that is making me feel so good I can hardly stay on my feet.

He fingers me faster, and I start to whimper. I can’t help it. I know I should be ashamed or at least embarrassed by the needy little noises I’m making, but I’m not.

Not at all. Not with him right here looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. He seems to be taking just as much pleasure from the moment as he’s giving, but it’s still not enough for me.

“Please, Sawyer,” I pant, barely able to even catch my breath. “I need you inside me… please.”

“Get over here,” he growls, taking his fingers out and leaving me feeling strangely empty all of a sudden. Too empty. His cock looks bigger and thicker than ever as he starts to stroke it again.

I’m ready for it, though. I straddle him and do my best to brace myself against both of his legs and the desk as he lines up the thick head with my slick opening.

“Ride me, Mia,” he says, tracing my folds and teasing me with his girth.

I don’t need him to tell me twice.

Hurrying to shift my weight into a position that gives me a little more leverage, a little more control, I grab onto his shoulders and gasp as he slides his cock into me with one long thrust.

He’s going hard from the start, slamming into me with enough force that I probably would be bouncing off his lap if we both weren’t clinging to each other so tightly.

My body opens itself to him completely, happy to take every inch, needing every deep thrust as he builds up a quick rhythm.

“Just like that, Sawyer.” I’m panting—maybe even yelling—as I’m riding him. “Just like that… so… good.”

I’m having trouble focusing on anything but the intense pleasure between my legs, a pleasure that’s beginning to radiate out from my core as I can feel the climax building inside me.

His face buried against my neck, I can feel his rough stubble scratching the sensitive skin there, can feel the burst of hot breath as he speaks to me. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

Oh, God, yes.

I try to speak, but no words are coming out, only little moans and gasps that I’m hoping will translate. I nod. I’m so close. It’s building and building as he fucks me, but I don’t want to finish without him.

“Yes, please,” I beg, finally able to find a shaky, raspy version of my voice. “Please. I want to come with you. Now. Please.”

As if on command, without another word, I can feel his cock seem to grow larger, thicker inside me, filling me so thoroughly that I cry out, every muscle in my body contracting as my orgasm flows through my body to mix with his.

My vision blurs. My arms and legs feel like jelly as I collapse against his broad chest, trusting that he’ll hold me upright.

His strong arms keep me in place as he plants a kiss on my forehead. “So good, baby.” I can feel his lips move against my skin as he speaks, can feel his hard cock still throbbing insistently inside me, even though we’re both completely spent. “So perfect.”

It is perfect, and I love and need this—everything that’s happening now—just as much as the physical act we’ve just shared.

I want to stay just like this.

It’s such a strong feeling, such an insistent thought that I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until he answers me.

“We will, Mia,” he says, nodding. “Whatever you want. Just like this.”

My breathing is returning to normal, and I know we both still have work to do—we’re still in the office, after all—but I don’t even try to move.

We’re out of control.

I don’t care if it’s wrong. This just feels too right to stop.