Most Likely To… Deny Love

MIA

Mia almost talked herself out of going to Jack’s in the hour after he left. She mingled with her team, as well as dancing with the CFO—lovely man named George—all the while being glared at by Rebecca, but hardly noticed. She had to tell Emilia what was happening since they’d arrived together.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Emilia said in an almost whisper. “He just swept in and told you to come to his house? That’s so fucking hot, I can’t.”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately.”

“I know what’s about to get into you.” Emilia’s dirty chuckle would have been hilarious if Mia wasn’t so nervous.

“Emilia, I—”

“No. Stop. I know you’re looking for reasons not to go, but there aren’t any. You can always get another job, but you can’t get another Jack. And I’ve seen at least three couples here tonight who are definitely,” she lifted her hands up and wiggled her fingers, “breaking company policy. Just go, don’t overthink it.”

As the taxi drove through the streets of her hometown, her body was humming with excitement. She was about to have an amazing end to a fantastic evening. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as the taxi pulled to a halt in front of Jack’s house. The porch light was on, which made her smile. Paying the driver, she stepped out onto the curb. Taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, Mia walked up the porch steps. She actually laughed when she got to the door. Had been about to knock when she saw it. Right in the middle of the door, just below her eye-level, was a sticky note.

Come on in, Emerson. It’s open.

Everything inside her settled. Without hesitation, she pushed the door open.

“Hello?”

Jack came from the kitchen, and walked towards her, wiping his hands on a dishtowel, which he swung over his shoulder as he reached her. He’d changed into casual pants, a singlet that showed off his toned biceps, and he was barefoot.

Mia thought she might explode right then and there at the sight of him, but before she could react, he was in front of her, pushing her against the door, raising one hand up to rest beside her head. He leaned in so his face was just an inch from hers.

“You’re here,” he said softly, giving her a small kiss on her nose, delighting her.

“I am.” She had to swallow hard as he pushed her hair behind her ear and rained kisses down her throat.

“I almost thought you’d talked yourself out of it.”

“I almost did.”

He was kissing her shoulder, pulling the strap of her dress down to get better access. Her knees buckled. “I’m glad you didn’t,” he raised his head to look deep into her eyes. His were molten, almost black, and she got a brief look into them before his mouth was crushing hers. She dropped the clutch bag she’d been holding, right there in the hallway and brought her arms up around his neck, pulling him closer. She moaned when his tongue collided with hers, his whole body pushed against her.

She threw caution to the wind as she wrapped one leg around his, trying to get as close to him as was possible.

“Mia,” he broke the kiss, but neither of them moved. “I made a few hors d’ourves, but I don’t think I can make it.”

“We can eat them later,” she said, kissing him hungrily and sweeping her hands through his hair. She let out a small squeak when he swept her up in his arms, as if she weighed nothing, and carried her upstairs to the bedroom.

He was so powerful; it made Mia’s knees weak, and he didn’t give her a chance to think as he carefully laid her on the bed. They didn’t speak as he took off his clothes.

He stood before her, already hard. For her. The idea thrilled her. Pulling a condom from the drawer, he threw it on the bedside table before joining her on the bed. He carefully pulled off her shoes and stockings, raining soft kisses up her calf to her inner thigh. She moaned and her head fell back on the pillow.

He lifted her torso, just a bit, expertly unzipping her dress and pulling it down until she was only in her bra and panties. A moment of shyness overtook her.

“Mia, my god, you’re incredible,” he said it reverently, so she had no choice but to believe him. Then he was on her, his body pressing hers into the mattress, the weight of him exciting her. He reached down and ran a hand up her inner thigh, before finally, finally, slipping a finger inside her.

“Mmm, do you want to come, Mia?”

Whimpering, Mia was putty in his hands. His fingers moved deftly over her, and she moaned, taking his mouth in a hungry kiss as the pleasure climbed higher and higher until finally wave after wave of pleasure crested and she shattered.

He gave her a second to recover before he was kissing her again, sliding her underwear off her legs and then unclasping her bra with one hand, making her eyes widen in surprise. He grinned.

“I need you. Now.”

She nodded as he peeled the wrapper off the condom and rolled it over his throbbing cock. He entered her slowly, gently, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her even more sensitive. “Oh fuck,” she breathed as she took him fully. “Oh Jack.”

“Yes, Mia. Yes.”

He started moving inside her, in and out, in long, slow strokes. She moaned and moved her hips against him. Jack wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled over so that she was straddling him, making Mia gasp. Gripping her hips, he spurred her on, so she pushed up with her hands flat on his chest, riding him slowly at first. With his eyes dark on her face, he moved his hands to her breasts, said, “You’re so beautiful,” exactly like he meant it, and that was enough for Mia. She closed her eyes, relishing the feel of him inside her, his hands on her as she moved her hips, faster and faster. Ripples of pleasure emanated from her core and her body jerked against his as she came, crying out in her release. Jack’s grip on her hips kept her still as he climaxed, then she collapsed on his chest, her cheek resting over his thundering heart. The feel of Jack’s fingers tracing lazily over her back as she lay there had Mia feeling like she never wanted to move.

“I might need to get up soon,” Jack teased after some time.

“Mmm, I guess.” Mia lifted her head, smiling at him when he brushed her hair back from her forehead and kissed her softly before patting her ass. Heaving a sigh, she shifted off him, admiring the view as he walked across the room to the bathroom. He was back in no time, snuggling in next to her and pulling her into his arms. Mia’s body hummed from their lovemaking, and she drifted softly into sleep.