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***Some excerpts contain adult content***
Emily Wood
They kept the conversation light through
dessert, but as the wine continued to flow, electricity began to build when
their knees grazed under the table or their hands accidently touched. This
definitely felt much more like a first date than Mia’s first day of employment.
“Do you want me to wash the dishes?” Mia
asked as they sat in a loaded silence.
“No, that’s why I have a housekeeper.
Nicola will do it in the morning.” Lawrence’s eyes were intense as they stared
at her and Mia shivered in excitement.
“Then I think I’ll go freshen up.” Mia
got up from the table and left the room. As she walked up the stairs to her
bedroom, she glanced around to see if he’d gotten the message. He obviously
had, he was at the doorway watching her.
So what now? Mia wondered as she
finished up in her en-suite. She slicked on some extra lip gloss and pouted at
herself in the mirror. Hesitating for a second, she slipped off her panties and
bra so that she was just wearing her light dress and heels. There was no
denying what was building between them.
As Mia left her room, she heard a soft
whisper beckoning her from down the hall. “Mia.” She turned to see Lawrence
leaning his back against a doorframe, looking uncharacteristically boyish. His
face was playful. “I don’t believe I showed you my room when I gave you the
tour earlier.”
Determined not to be like his past self and more like the person he wanted to be for her, he said, “I was hoping to grab a late lunch…with you…if you want to go.”
Gannon’s heart skipped when she didn’t answer immediately. He watched as she sat on the couch and pulled her knees to her chest, her dark hair falling across her shoulders. Her pouty, red lips were parted slightly, and her blue eyes were fixed on his. He caught himself not breathing at how damn beautiful she was, and in that moment he knew that the feelings he’d carried for her since high school had increased tenfold.
Her gaze followed him as he walked across the room and went to his knees in front of her. He took her ankles and pulled her from the couch, wrapping her legs around his waist, loving her playful squeal.
He leaned in to kiss her, but she moved her head back and gave him a thoughtful look. “Don’t feel like you have to take me out because of what just happened. I’m a big girl. I can deal.”
***

Abigail stepped back out of the way and let him enter.
“It smells good.” He glanced around.
“I was cleaning. I was just about to wash up before you showed up unexpected.”
He grinned. “I thought we could open this together.”
She eyed the white rectangle in his hand. “That’s for you. Not me. I know you’re the father. You were the last man I was with.”
“Before you found out you were pregnant?”
She laughed. “No, as in you’re the last man I’ve ever had sex with.”
“You don’t mean…”
“Oh, yeah, I mean it. I’m a single mother. I don’t have time to date.” He was quiet and she found it amusing. She could only imagine the thoughts running through his head. “Open it up.”
He set the envelope on the table next to him and closed the space between them. “It was five years ago that you and I were intimate. And in all this time, you’ve never gone to bed with another man?”
“You’re still on that?” Men.
His hand wrapped around her neck and he pulled her face to his. “Do you have any idea what it does to me to know I was the last one to touch you?”
She shook her head. “What does it mean to you?”
“How about I show you? Can I?”
She gazed at his lips and licked hers. Before she knew what was happening, she nodded and his mouth crushed against hers. He stole her breath when his tongue swooped in and met hers. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders, bringing her body closer to his.
Her body burst with pleasure, the same way she felt years ago. His arms wrapped around her and lifted her. Her legs intertwined with his waist. Josh spun her around, setting her on the same table the envelope was on.
He ended the kiss, but only to begin a trail on her cheek, to her chin, neck, and collarbone. “Oh God,” she murmured.
She arched into him as his tongue licked the top of her cleavage. Her core ached to be touched. She wanted this man badly. Instinct kicked in and she reached out, yanked a handful of his dress shirt, and smashed her lips to his. Her fingers began working his buttons. Once a few were undone, she slipped her hand inside his shirt and across his firm chest.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered before his thumb flicked over her nipple.
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