I eased her panties down. After removing them entirely and dropping them on the floor, I used the opportunity to take my pants and socks off. I wanted to feel my skin on hers.
Massaging the backs of her thighs, I let my thumbs slip between her legs, brushing over her pussy. Given that she was on her stomach, it was just a teasing light touch. There was still a little bit of lotion on my hands and I knew I couldn’t use my fingers inside her.
But I could use my tongue.
I slid it over her and she jerked on the bed. “James.”
“Yes?” I murmured from between her thighs. It was an intriguing angle, a tease for both of us.
“This is…”
“What?” I eased my tongue inside her.
“I… I don’t know… holy shit.” She lifted her hips a little so I had better access. “This feels so naughty.”
Gripping her hips, I lifted her higher so I could stroke in and out. Her moans got higher-pitched, desperate. The sound drove me like a whip. Fuck, yeah. When she came, the sensation was heady, thrilling.
I eased her back onto the mattress when she calmed down and shoved my boxer briefs down. I had a condom on in record time as she lay there, limp, eyes half-closed. I placed my hand on her ass, amused that it nearly covered all of her. I squeezed a little, just wanting to feel the softness of her body, and to get a reaction from her.
She gasped and glanced back at me. “That was the best massage I’ve ever had.”
“Good.”
I eased her hips up and back a little. She didn’t move her upper body, so she ended up stretched out, face down on the pillow, hands over her head. With her ass up, it looked like such a position of submission, of offering, that my cock throbbed, and my nostrils flared. I swore. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I said.
“I feel lazy,” she said, her voice flirty and satisfied. “You don’t mind if I just lay here, do you?”
“No. I do not mind.” I held her hip and thrust inside her. “As long as you don’t mind me taking you hard.”
Not only did she give me a very rewarding gasp, her pussy gave me a very tight and wet welcome.
“I don’t mind at all. Do whatever you need to do.”
What I needed was to fuck her hard as an outlet for all the emotions I was feeling. The physical need was intense and building, desperate to explode, but I was also on the edge emotionally. So I held onto her waist with one hand, and the headboard with the other, thrusting in and out of her.
Mia sounded like I was actually knocking the wind out of her, which was completely fucking hot. Her loud cries from earlier had been replaced with low expulsions of air each time I buried myself balls deep in her. That, with the position she was in, had me coming in minutes.
“Mia,” I said, through gritted teeth, cock pulsing. “Fuck.”
She gave me a sly smile over her shoulder.
I eased out of her, and sighed, settling onto the bed. I pushed her hips gently, so she could lay comfortably beside me.
“Your dog is whining in the hallway,” she said, rolling on her side to face me. She reached out and cupped my cheek in a gesture that did things to my inside.
I kissed her hand. “Ignore her.” Even as I said that, it did make me wince inwardly to hear my puppy crying so anxiously in the hallway. “Or should I let her in?”
“You can let her in but don’t bring her in bed.” Mia climbed over me in a tangle of warm limbs that had me groaning.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I have to go to the bathroom. Then I’m going to sleep. I have to be at work early.”
“Work sucks,” I said. “I wanted to have sex at least three times.”
She made it off the bed and stood beside me. “You are as whiny as your dog.”
I made a face. She laughed and kissed me. I touched her tit. But she brushed my hand away and went into the bathroom. The door shut firmly behind her.
Disappointed that the night was ending early, I ditched the condom and went and opened the bedroom door. Making sure Mia was still in the bathroom, I scooped up Amelia and brought her onto the bed. With a heavy sigh of relief, she collapsed down in a puddle of exhausted puppy, right between our pillows.
I tried to pretend I didn’t notice Amelia when Mia came back into the bedroom.
But Mia stopped short at the bed when she spotted the dog. “James, are you serious?”
“What?” I murmured, pretending like I had been sleeping. “What’s wrong?”
She snorted. “You were not sleeping. You brought this dog into the bed and don’t tell me otherwise, because she is way too short to jump up here by herself.”
I rolled over and put my arm around Amelia, who snuggled closer to me. “She was cold.”
“It’s June in the desert.”
“In air-conditioning. I’m serious. Feel her fur. She’s cold.”
Mia sighed and climbed back in bed. “You have a problem.”
“I’m a sucker for redheads.” I smiled at her. “It’s just one night.”
“You are such a liar. She’s clearly been sleeping with you every night.”
“I get lonely.”
Mia fussed with the covers. “Then pull her closer to you. She’s bed-hogging my side.”
She rolled on her side and faced me as I obediently shifted Amelia across the imaginary dividing line that stated where the middle of the bed was. “Better?” I asked.
I had known she wouldn’t make me toss out Amelia. Mia was just as much a sucker as I was. She couldn’t say no to a puppy any more than she could say no to her employers, her mother, or Christina.
“No.”
Apparently she could say no to me. I grinned.
“What are you smirking about?” she asked, the corner of her mouth turning up.
“You. Pretending to be badass and tough.”
“I thought I was perfect,” she murmured.
“You are perfectly badass and tough.”
And generous and compassionate and caring.
Everything I could ever want in a partner. In a wife. In the mother of my children.
I moved Amelia to the edge of the bed, on my right side. I rested my hand on Mia’s hip. “Better?”
She wiggled even closer to me, her eyes filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite define. “Better.”
Chapter Sixteen
Mia
“We really get to live here?” Christina asked, Kadin on her hip. “This is the shit. I mean, this is awesome.”
I felt equally as in awe as she did. It wasn’t an extravagant house. It was a ranch with three bedrooms and two baths and an open-concept kitchen and family room. No dining room. The back yard was small but fenced in. It was perfect. No steps to trip up Mama. A safe yard for Kadin. Close to work, but in a family-friendly neighborhood.
“I’ll let you look around,” Ji-Ho said. “If you let me know your moving date, I can arrange for the movers to pack up your apartment.”
“We get movers?” Christina said, sounding even more excited, if that were possible.
He nodded. “Of course.”
Of course nothing. “I’ll let you know,” I said. “We have to give notice at our apartment.”