I took my place at Mila’s door after the night guy and I greeted each other, and he gave his report.

The report was pretty simple.

Everything was quiet, and Mila was still in bed.

The thought of joining her was strong, but I resisted the urge as I did a walk-through of the house.

Nothing seemed out of place.

I was starting to believe Mila when she insisted her father was overreacting.

I came back into the main entryway just as Mila descended the steps.

She looked at me with a sleepy smile and hit me hard on the chest. She had on a robe, and her hair was tousled. She was absolutely beautiful.

“You in the mood for some coffee?” she asked as she came the rest of the way down.

I opened my mouth to accept, but instead, I heard myself saying, “I’m in the mood for you.” I closed the distance between us and slid my arms around her waist.

She blinked at me, her smile widening. “Who needs coffee?”

I took her hand, and we retreated back up the steps. In her room, I reached for her first, grabbing the belt of her robe and freeing it. I wasn’t surprised to find her naked under the material. Skimming my hands up her sides, I cupped her breasts as I lowered my mouth to hers.

I no longer doubted that I could touch her, please her. She’d shown me that I was more than capable of it – that we both pleased each other. I didn’t know if it would be like this with another woman, but I couldn’t really even consider it. Every time the thought occurred to me, I cut it off simply because the thought of touching somebody other than Mila didn’t appeal to me. At all.

Touching her, though…

I went to my knees in front of her, pressing a kiss to her belly, then going lower.

She spread her thighs at my urging, and I held her hips before pressing my mouth to her cunt. She gasped and moved her hips toward me beseechingly. I licked her, and she made a hungry little moan in her throat. She was salty and sweet against my tongue, and the taste of her only made me want more.

I hoarded every gasp, every sigh, the way she cupped the back of my head and urged me on. And when I made her come, I felt about ten feet tall.

Rising, I urged her back onto the bed before stripping out of my coat and shirt. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and climbed onto the wide four-poster bed.

She reached for the buckle of my pants and freed it, her eyes wicked as she slid her hand inside and cupped me.

“This is so much better than coffee,” she teased.

I’d come to enjoy her teasing, but I wasn’t in the mood for anything other than having her impaled on my cock. Slanting my mouth over hers, I bore her down onto the bed.

I tore open the condom and rolled it down my flesh, flicking a look at her as she lay there waiting for me. She slid her tongue out, her gaze locked on my dick, and it pulsed in response.

Stretching out over her, I rolled onto my back and urged her upright. I loved watching her straddle me, and she knew it. She arched her back and rocked against me, letting me feel the heat that had gathered between her thighs.

“Stop teasing,” I said, gripping her hips and lifting her up.

“But that’s part of the fun.” She slid her hands up and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples as she continued to roll her hips.

I tightened my hands. “Now, Mila.”

“So bossy.” She gave me a mock pout but shifted around, then reached down, holding my cock steady as she took me inside.

I groaned as she closed over me, hot and hungry and tight.

Her hazel eyes locked with mine as she swayed forward and planted her hands on my shoulders.

Her breasts swung gently as she started to move, her nipples puckered and hard.

It was one hell of a sight, and I enjoyed it every time I saw it.

“I want your hands on me,” Mila said.

I squeezed her hips, my fingers curving into her ass. I was learning to play with her, and instead of doing as she clearly wanted, I used my hands to slow her rhythm, squeezing tighter. “My hands are on you,” I told her.

“Not like that.” Her lashes drooped over her eyes.

“Show me what you mean then.”

Her smile widened, and she slid her hands up to cup her breasts, lifting them, plumping them together.

My mouth watered just watching her.

“You know what I mean. I want you to touch me, Liam,” she insisted.

Who was I to say no to that?

Her hands fell away as I lifted mine to replace them and she shivered in satisfaction, still swaying in that slow, lazy rhythm.

I trailed one hand down her torso, then lower, watching her face as I found her clit with my thumb.

She bit her lower lip as I started to stroke.

I knew her rhythm now, knew the pressure she liked, when and how. I knew how to make her breathing hitch and how to make her sigh.

I knew how to make her come too, and I worked her until she started to move on me faster, her breaths coming in ragged pants.

I held my orgasm back as she worked herself over the edge. I lay there, letting her use me until she came with a hard, gasping cry.

As she collapsed against my chest, I threaded my fingers through her hair and tugged her head up.

She smiled.

I covered that smile with my mouth as I rolled us over, settling on my knees between her thighs. “We’re not done,” I said against her lips.

Her snug muscles tightened around my cock, and she arched under me. “I like the sound of that.”

* * *

Mila finally did get her coffee, and I accepted a cup from her as well, sipping it as I did a circuit around the house.

I came back into the kitchen as she was cracking eggs into a skillet. “I’m making breakfast,” she said.

I’d had a bagel on my way over.

“You can eat some if you want,” she added. “There will be enough.”

Sharing meals wasn’t exactly forbidden by the company, but I doubted they were highly recommended either.

But Mila watched me with expectant eyes so I nodded. “Sounds good.”

She was proving to be harder and harder to say no to.

And what could breakfast hurt anyway?

She made bacon and eggs and served me up a plate before fixing her own. As she sat down across from me, she said, “I don’t want to stay inside all day today.”

“Okay.” Picking up a piece of bacon, I waited.

“I want to go out. Maybe do some shopping. And I’m craving pizza.” Her eyes lit on mine. “Do you like pizza, Liam?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Then it’s a date.” She grinned at me, then focused on her food.

* * *

Keeping up with Mila as she shopped proved to be a little more chaotic than I thought it would be.

I kept myself on alert, but every few minutes, she was asking what I thought about this item or that. Then we ended up in a boutique, and she started passing dresses for me to hold. “You’re buying all of these?”

“No…well, maybe. But I doubt all of them will suit me.” She winked. “I’ve got to try them on first.”

As we moved over to the dressing room, she said, “You must not spend a lot of time shopping with women.”

I shook my head.

“And to think I’m going to break you in on that too.” She swayed toward me, but I held myself back.

What we did inside her house was one thing. Out here in public was another.

She must have realized what was going through my mind because she huffed out a breath. “You’re so stuffy sometimes. How many times do I have to tell you to lighten up?”

“I guess a few more.” As she ducked into a fitting room, I positioned myself at the door and skimmed the interior of the store.

She popped out a minute later, wearing a slinky black dress that barely covered her ass. “What do you think?”

“It’s…nice.”

Mila rolled her eyes. “Can’t you do better than that?”

I wanted to grab the skirt and peel it away from her butt, palm that firm curve in my hand. But I couldn’t exactly do it here.

She must have read something in my eyes because she huffed out a laugh and fanned herself. “Okay, I’ll take that as a little better than nice.”

She slid back into the dressing room, and I closed my eyes for a brief moment.

I had to stay on track.

* * *

Hours later, we sat at the breakfast nook.

We’d spent most of the afternoon out shopping, and I could definitely say she’d broken me in. After three more clothing stops, Mila had accumulated four bags, and she walked along carrying two, while I carried the other two.

“I’m still getting a pizza,” she said to me as we swung around the corner of the street that butted up against hers.

I’d noticed the pizza joint when we’d left her house, located on the corner of the curb. “Will that work?”

“That was my plan all along,” she informed me.

Not long after, we sat down to eat at the breakfast bar, the steaming pie filling the air with the scents of cheese, sauce, and pepperoni.

I’d already become addicted to New York style pizza and was demolishing my second slice when I noticed that Mila was only picking at hers.

She’d been oddly quiet that day, even with the shopping trip. She’d only teased me a little, and now, I couldn’t help but wonder if something was bothering her.

I wanted to ask, but it seemed to step outside the lines we’d established for this relationship.

It was a sexual one, nothing else.

Besides, Mila wasn’t shy. If there was something on her mind that she wanted to talk about, then she’d just up and tell me.

“You feel like watching a movie with me?” Mila asked, looking at me as she finally picked up her slice, half-folding it before taking a bite.

“If you want to watch a movie, that’s fine.” I offered a small smile. “I’m here all day.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t mean me watch it while you stand at the door. Watch it with me. Relax a little.”

I could have pointed out that I was plenty relaxed, but I stayed quiet.

I was still on the job and needed to keep that in mind.

“My replacement will be here in about an hour,” I reminded her.

She made a face. “So, we can watch the movie then. You can stay a little longer, can’t you?”

I frowned. “If I do that, my work will find out, and they’ll want to know what’s going on.”

She heaved out a heavy breath and took another bite of her pizza.

Finally, unable to keep silent any longer, I said, “You’re very quiet.”

“Am I?” She put the pizza down and got up, moving to the fridge. “I think I’ll have some wine.”

She didn’t bother offering me any. She knew I wouldn’t accept, and I wondered if I’d somehow managed to upset her.

But she didn’t seem…upset. Just distracted, like she had something heavy on her mind.

I wished I had the right to push, to get her to talk to me.

But that wasn’t really my place.