Beg Me (Mess with Me 1)

“Because with the right man, it’s mind-blowing. I can prove it to you.” I lean down and kiss her neck.

“I seriously doubt that.” But her voice trembles slightly when my tongue darts out to touch the pulse thumping right below the skin.

“Let’s make a little wager then. Because my mouth doesn’t write checks my body can’t cash. We’re going to be working closely together to lock down this account. I propose that we use that time to work on a little side project, as well.”

“Side project?” She looks skeptical.

“Yeah. Operation Teach Mya about Multiple Orgasms.”

Her husky laugh forces the rest of the blood in my body to flow south. God damn what I want to do to this woman. I’m thinking dirty thoughts and she’s laughing at me.

“I bet I could give it to you so good, you’d beg me for more.”

Her eyes flash with heat. “You wish. I’ll never beg.”

This woman. Clearly she doesn’t know that there are few thing I love more than a challenge. And the opportunity to have her calling out for more, begging me to take her is too good to resist.

“Are you willing to find out?” I raise my eyebrows.

She glares at me and then looks away. “Fine. Not like it matters. I think I know my own body better than you do.”

“I guess we’ll see about that, won’t we?”

Mya’s breath stops when my fingers go to the buttons on the front of the shirt. The top two are already op

en so I pop the next one out, then one more. I watch her face, waiting to see if she’s okay with this but when our eyes meet, she nods slowly. My heart crashes inside my chest at the green light.

She’s into this.

“Milo–”

Her next words are swallowed when our lips meet again. Why did we wait so long to do this? Years of bickering back and forth when we could have been working that tension off after work together. Even today, she thought she was calling my bluff when she changed out of her dress and into my shirt but that’s because she had no idea what the sight of her in white cotton would do to me. Mya in a plain dress shirt is sexier than any other woman wearing skimpy lingerie.

Which brings me back to what she is or isn’t wearing beneath my shirt right now.

With every button that I pull free, another inch of golden brown skin is revealed. This close, I’m surrounded by her fragrance and I want nothing more than to lick her up, taste the unique scent of Mya direct from the source. But I don’t want to scare her off by moving too fast, so I content myself with just looking at first.

Then the sides of the shirt fall open completely and her full breasts pop into view.

Going slow is no longer an option.

“Milo! Oh my god.” She moans when I take her breast into my mouth and suck hard. Her breasts are perfect, full and round, just like I knew they’d be. I can’t wait any longer to find out if the rest of her is just as perfect. My hand inches over the soft skin of her thigh until I reach her panties. The material is so wet and hot I can feel the heat before I even get there.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me already.”

Mya’s fingers clench in my hair. “I can’t help it,” she moans.

“Oh I don’t want you to help it, baby. That’s exactly how I want you, wet and ready for me. And you’ll take it all, won’t you?”

She nods frantically and I can see that she’s already halfway gone. My fingers have been stroking her through the cotton panel of her panties this whole time, rubbing it against her, using the fabric to increase the friction. But as good as this feels, I have to know that she’s really okay with this. The thought of her regretting this later hits me right in the chest. I couldn’t bear the thought of her remembering this as a mistake. What could happen between us should never be thought of as anything other than heaven.

“Mya, baby look at me.”

Her eyelashes flutter as she struggles to open her eyes. I’m hit with a feeling of warmth as her brown eyes lock on mine, her gaze filled with desire, confusion and something that looks like trust.

“I need to know, is this what you want?” God help me if she changes her mind, but I’ll take the worst case of blue balls in history over doing anything that would hurt Mya.

She hesitates briefly but then a look of determination comes over her face. “What you described before… It’s never been like that for me. I do want this. I want you.”