Jake gave her shoulder a little shove. “You know nothing about my mojo.”
“I know you’ve been isolating yourself, and it worries Mom.” Krista smiled. “She’ll be thrilled to hear you flirted with a pretty girl.”
“Don’t tell her anything,” he muttered, pulling the keys to his truck out of his pocket when he spotted it up ahead.
“I’m going to tell her everything.” Krista laughed. “Jakey’s in love,” she sing-songed.
“Brat.” He wasn’t in love. But he could admit he was in lust.
Serious lust.
Chapter Two
Warm, slightly rough hands touched her, cupping her breasts. Mia arched into those big hands with a low moan, tendrils of heat curling throughout her body. Warm lips brushed her flesh in a shower of kisses, the velvety swipe of a tongue across her nipple made her pussy clench and she reached out. Her hands settled on the man’s head, fingers threading through silky soft hair.
She couldn’t remember ever being touched like this, kissed like this. Or feeling like this. Aroused, edgy with need, frustrated. He teased, he tormented and when her eyes flew open she found herself staring into Jake’s beautiful green eyes.
His hand slid down to cup her between her legs. His fingers slipped between the swollen lips of her sex and she cried out. She was wet, almost embarrassingly so but he smiled, looking pleased.
Very pleased.
And then he was above her, his thick cock pressing into her and she went with it. Didn’t protest, whimpered for more, really, and he gave her what she wanted. He slammed deep within her so forcefully she lost her breath.
Lost her damn mind.
“Jake
,” she whispered, her fingernails raking down the smooth contour of his muscled back. God, he was huge. Everywhere. And she was having sex with him. He was inside her body, and it felt so good surely she must be dreaming.
Mia frowned. Heard the beep of her cell phone indicating she had a text message and she groaned.
“Yeah, baby, you feel so good,” Jake whispered roughly in her ear right before he licked her neck.
She shivered. Loved it when a man paid particular attention to her neck and he did just what she wanted. Because he was her perfect dream lover and, oh yeah, there was no way this was real. No way at all.
Mia’s eyes flew open, and she stared at the ceiling, frustration vibrating throughout her body. God, she’d never had such a graphic dream before. Ever. Especially with some guy she didn’t even know. But she wanted to know him. Bad.
Her phone beeped again, and she glanced at the clock. It wasn’t even seven a.m. It had to be Larry. He even interrupted her dreams.
Growling, Mia punched her pillow and rolled over onto her side. She was going to sleep in if it was the last thing she did.
Mia clutched her cell phone in both hands, her fingers flying over the keyboard. Yet another message from Larry asking for the status of a report she’d been working on this last week. She knew for a fact she’d emailed him Friday afternoon before she left work with a status update.
Sometimes she swore he kept in contact with her through the weekend just to keep her on her toes. She constantly felt like she repeated herself to him.
Her phone beeped yet again, and she checked her messages. Another one from Larry, this time he invited her to come over to his house for a Sunday afternoon barbeque. The very last thing she wanted to do. Then he’d ask where her boyfriend was and she’d have to come up with some sort of excuse. His snotty wife would shoot her a look of fake sympathy, and Larry would secretly leer at her.
Why did she work for this guy again? Because she loved her job? No, not really. She’d been lying to herself for months. The economy was crap, and it was scary to look for something else.
So she silently suffered. Had such a lacking life that she made up boyfriends, for the love of God.
She was really pitiful.
Unable to help herself she scrolled through her contact list after sending the quick text back to her boss saying she might have plans on Sunday but thanks for the invite. Stopped when she came across the name Jake, selected it so that his number flashed on the screen, big and bold and taunting her.
Her dream came back to her in all its full, X-rated glory. Her cheeks actually heated with embarrassment at the memories. Rather unfortunate her dream had been interrupted. Rather telling that the one who interrupted was Larry and his constant texting.
How many times had she done this very thing today? Thinking of the dream, looking at Jake’s name in her contact list. Too many to count that was for sure. Not like the guy was waiting for her call. Someone as gorgeous as Jake, her BlackBerry savior, had to have women lined up for miles, eager for a chance to get close to him. He probably already had a hot Saturday night date planned. Some bimbo with huge boobs who knew how to bat her eyelashes at him and give good blowjobs.