With the sweet warmth of her breath against my face, I couldn’t take it anymore. Gripping her ass, I shoved her against me. I wanted her to feel the effect she had on me, the desperate need to relieve the sexual tension. Lifting a hand, I balled a fist full of her hair and tugged her head back, forcing her to stare at me. I could see it deep within her eyes: the fuck-me look. She didn’t give two fucks about that bet anymore. She wanted me right then and there.
“You know what I want, Marcus.” She whimpered.
Tightening the grip in her hair, I brought my lips against hers as I said, “Do you want me to fuck you hard, Mia, or make love to you?”
Her mouth opened with anticipation as her breathing became evidently needy. “I want you to fuck me hard then make long sweet love to me.”
I flashed a crooked smile and whispered, “That’s my girl.”
She melted in my arms the moment my lips crushed against hers: deep, passionate, hungry kisses that were fucking amazing. God, I wanted her more than anything. I longed to touch her, to feel her, to enjoy the way she felt in my arms as her body quivered after her orgasm, the panting and screams as I slammed my cock inside of her. I wanted that feeling right then and right there.
It was the perfect time, until there was a knock at the door that ruined the whole fucking moment. Mia jerked back as her hand came up to a halt. Cursing a storm, I backed away from her and watched my beautiful, hot-as-hell girlfriend jump off my desk and adjust herself.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I wanted to kill whoever was behind that door. Cold-blooded fucking murder.
My head whipped toward the entry the moment it opened. As soon as I saw it was Jimmie, I flipped him the fucking bird. “My bad, Bro, should I come back?” He asked with a mockingly raised brow.
“No, no, no.” Mia blurted. “I was just leaving.” Catching her breath, she grabbed her jacket and turned to face me. “Sorry,” she mouthed. When she leaned in to kiss me good-bye, I grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear, “You have got to be fuckin’ kidding, Mia?”
“I’m sorry, Marcus. It’s only four days. A bet is a bet.”
I pulled her into me again and harshly blurted, “You weren’t fuckin’ saying that a minute ago.”
“Please don’t be mad, okay?” she whispered back.
Fuck, I didn’t want to be mad, but my dick was on the verge of exploding. That’s how horny I was. Her eyes pleaded with mine, and I couldn’t be pissed anymore. I let out a deep breath and nodded. “Fine, have a good time at lunch.” I planted a kiss on her lips.
She gave me one last slight smile, turned, and made her way toward the door. Jimmie gawked at her. “Whoa, you have a hot date, Mia?”
She smiled at him and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Yes, with your mother.”
Nodding, Jimmie smiled, “Ah, well the two of you will be the hottest chicks in the place that’s for sure. Have fun.”
“Thank you, Jimmie. Catch you guys later!” And just like that, she was out of my sight. My body heated with the adrenaline.
Jimmie turned his head my way pointed at me and burst out laughing.
“Fuck you, Jimmie, you fuckin’ cock-blocker.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
MIA
With wobbly legs, I exited Marcus’ office and treaded toward the elevators. I needed to get out of there fast. Once the elevator doors opened, I entered, pressed a button, and sank against the cool metal barrier. Breathing heavily, I stared at my reflection along the silver-plated wall opposite me. Emerald eyes narrowed back at me with the I-want-to-fuck-and-fuck-now look. The red smeared lipstick was not pleasing. I reached in my purse to grab a tissue and my lipstick. Wiping my lips clean, I gave myself a fresh coat of red. Giving myself one last look, I straightened my dress, teased my hair with my fingertips, and walked out of the elevators and into the lobby to meet up with Theresa.
If Jimmie had never entered Marcus’ office, there would have been no stopping me. Marcus would’ve had me, right then and there. I was angry with myself, not for letting myself cave in but rather for thinking that I was being childish with the stupid bet. I just wanted something different for us. Before our separation, we never talked. Everything was resolved with sex. Now Marcus confided in me. He trusted me enough to pour out his feelings and secrets. I didn’t want to lose that. However, deep down, I knew I had to please my man, because I felt that if I didn’t I might lose him to someone else who was more than willing.
Someone like Stephanie.
That brought me to the reason why I showed up at his office unexpectedly, overly dressed, with my best pair of four-inch boots, along with my hair and makeup done as if I were scheduled for a photo shoot.
What was wrong with me?
Hearing her name over the phone left an unsettled burning deep within my stomach, and as much as I wanted to brush it off, I couldn’t. I did trust him with every inch of my being, but what woman would have just let it slide? Again, was I being childish, or it could just have been me reminding him what he had.
No, I guess it was juvenile. I was frustrated that I allowed myself to stoop so low. There was no turning back now. What was done was done, and I couldn’t change anything about it. Though, I had to admit seeing the look on his face when I entered his office unannounced was priceless. The way he gawked at my appearance forced me to laugh at the memory.
I spotted Theresa the moment I entered the Japanese restaurant. Waving her hand, she stood at my approach. “Hello, Theresa.” I leaned in hugging her.
“Whoa, Mia, you look amazing.” She pulled away from our embrace and settled back in her seat.
“Thank you. So do you.” She surely did. Theresa was in her early fifties but could easily pass as Marcus and Jimmie’s older sister. With smooth, long, brown hair and bright green eyes that brightened with her smile, she stood at four feet eleven inches. Even with heels, she was tiny. Theresa was also fashionable as she dressed in a classy but sexy way with her cream fitted dress, royal blue peep-toe pumps, and gold accessories. I aspired to be just as chic at her age.
A waiter approached our table. “Hello, can I start you off with anything to drink?”
“Yes, I’ll have a glass of merlot. Mia, would you like one as well?” I nodded with a smile. She ordered two glasses and the waiter left us. “So how’s my favorite lady?” She asked with bright smile.
“I’m good. I’ve been stressing over this exam that’s scheduled for tomorrow, but after taking a day break from studying, I think I’ll be fine.” The waiter brought us our glasses, and then we ordered a variety of sushi. “How are you?” I asked when it was just us again.