“Easy,” I said to Mia, hoping my relief that she was jealous wasn’t as evident as the smirk I wanted to punch right off Giovanni’s face.
Mia and I weren’t all that different, deep down. Once someone who solved things with your fists, always someone who solved things with your fists.
And in Mia’s case, her freaking incredible legs. Legs I was even now imagining wrapped around my waist while she rode me hard and fast like she had last night.
Jesus. I pulled my hand down my face and hoped Evie wasn’t still checking out my crotch. If she was, I’d probably be looking at more attention, not less. With the memory of Mia’s sweet pussy wrapped around me, I was reaching new heights down south.
“Easy, my ass. The newbie obviously needs a couple of things explained to her.” Mia moved toward Evie, a glint in her dark eyes. “I think we should talk, crumpet.”
“Crumpet, is it?” Evie angled her head. Her agreeable tone belied the absolute ferociousness of her expression. “Better be careful you don’t end up with a mouthful shoved down your throat.”
“I’d fucking like to see you try.” Mia reached out, lightning quick, and seized a handful of Evie’s curls. “These and some feathers would like great hanging from my rearview mirror.”
“You’ll want to let go. Now.” Evie’s jaw locked. “Before I break that twig you call a wrist.”
Giovanni flashed a lecherous grin. “Someone get the mud.”
“Enough,” I said flatly, seizing Mia’s other arm. I slid my palm down her tensed forearm and linked my fingers with hers. “Let’s take five.”
Mia’s gaze never wavered from Evie, though she released her hair. Good thing since Evie’s fisted hands made me think she hadn’t been kidding about trying to snap Mia’s bones. “I’m not finished here, Fox.”
Yep, she was pissed at me. Whenever she called me by my old fighting name, I knew she intended to put my balls in a sling. Since they were still throbbing thanks to memories of last night, I squeezed her fingers in warning. “Yes, you are. Let’s go.” I tugged Mia with me and spoke over my shoulder. “Ten minutes, Evie.”
The second the door slammed shut behind us, Mia broke free of my hold. “What the hell was that? ‘Let’s go, Mia.’ ‘Bad Mia.’” She planted the heel of her hand in my chest. She never pulled punches, especially with me. “Who the fuck do you think you are, my daddy?”
I pushed her up against the wall, caging her with my arms on either side of her head. “No, I’m your goddamned boyfriend, trying to keep you from losing your job.”
“Let me worry about that. You’ve got other problems right now.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Like this, you fucking bastard.” She reached down and gripped my cock through my pants, twisting so hard that I couldn’t stifle my groan from the pure desire that raced through my veins. “She’s cute, right? All that flowing hair and those pretty little clothes and that flawless makeup. Maybe you want a little tea with your afternoon biscuits.” She leaned in close and spoke right against my ear, her hot breath puffing over my skin. “You think she’ll do you better than me? That anyone can?” Her super strong fingers tightened, working me up and down so roughly that the friction from the fabric singed my flesh.
Fuck, it felt good.
“You know what I have on under these pants? Nothing. You left me alone this morning and I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’m so wet. So goddamn wet.” She arched against me and bit my lobe, earning another one of those muffled groans I couldn’t hold back. “I almost just took care of it myself in the shower. But I figured you’d want a shot first.”
“Want a shot?” I growled the question, proving my earlier self a liar. If anyone could push me past my limits, it was the woman I loved. I kicked her feet apart, widening her stance. “Only one person belongs between these legs. Me. And if you need a fucking reminder, I’ll give it to you right here.”
“Will you now?” She tilted her head, jaw clicking, eyes firing. Her hand still moved up and down my dick at a speed that had my heartbeat pounding frantically in my ears. “I’d like to see you try.” Her mouth curled in a feral smirk. “Fox.”
I growled again, past the point of caring who heard. I banded my hand around her upper arm and nudged her toward our joint office, ridiculously relieved it was only a few feet away. I tried the knob, found it unlocked. She must’ve forgotten to lock up. If I’d still had functioning brain cells, I would’ve snarled at that too, but my thoughts revolved around one thing.
Mia taunting me. Mia, wet. Mia wearing no underwear under those skinny black pants.
I intended to brand her with my fingerprints before she stumbled out of that office. And stumble she would, because I was going to fuck her raw.
After shoving her into the darkness, I kicked the door closed. Before she had a chance to speak, I had her sprawled over the desk, ass up. She didn’t wait for me to tell her to spread her legs. She did it for me, tilting upward so that I could yank down her pants with no resistance. My hand dropped to my zipper, my urgency fueled by the way she was moaning for me, arching and digging her bare, unpainted nails over the cheap wood grain.
Dim light slipped through the slats on the blinds but it was enough for me to see her writhing, already tempting me beyond reason. I wasn’t even inside her yet and my dick was already soaked with pre-come, so painfully hard that one touch of my own hand nearly pushed me over the edge.
If I didn’t get inside her soon, buried so deep that she was all I could feel, I was going to lose my frigging mind.
I pushed my cock against her damp, swollen pussy, and I couldn’t restrain the sound in my throat. Ownership. Need. Love. They combined into a crazy mixture that had me driving into her in one brutal stroke, mindless to anything but the relentless squeeze of her flesh around mine.
Mia and me, the way it should be. Always.
“You think I was hard for her? For anyone but you? Ever?” Wild thrusts punctuated the questions that burst from my lips. I slammed my hand on her spine, forcing her lower so I could tunnel as deep as I needed to go. She accommodated me, flexing her hips, rotating that hot little ass that could make me come all by itself. “I was thinking about you, last night. Fucking me against the wall, drawing blood down my back. You like doing that, don’t you? Sinking in your claws, just to make sure you can still make me bleed.”