Rush (Breathless #1)(75)

He glanced down, watching as his dick disappeared into her pu**y and then as it withdrew, slick with her juices.

“Touch yourself, baby. Finish yourself off. I’m not going to last,” he said in a strained voice.

It was a familiar thought and statement. It was one he seemed to make every time they made love. He simply couldn’t control himself around her. He only knew one speed when it came to Mia. All out.

Her pu**y clutched around him like a fist. She went soft and silky, instant liquid, dissolving around him. It made him crazy. He closed his eyes. They nearly rolled back in his head. His release built, coiling in his balls and then racing up his length until it burst from his c**k and splashed deeply within her body.

She felt so damn good. Nothing had ever felt better. No one had ever made him feel this crazy and out-of-control, but in a totally good way. He couldn’t even explain it.

She just did it for him.

She was his drug. His addiction that he was helpless to break. Moreover he had no desire to ever break it.

He leaned into her, remaining inside her warm clasp for several long moments. When he eased away, he helped her to her feet and sent her into the bathroom to freshen herself while he straightened his clothing.

He’d just had one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of his life and yet he was ready to go again the minute she walked out of the bathroom. He sucked in his breath and returned to his desk, determined to act with a little class and not be reduced to a rutting beast.

As he glanced over his calendar, he realized he hadn’t yet told her of their trip to Paris the next week. He’d wanted to surprise her and he hoped she’d light up as he imagined she would.

“I’m traveling to Paris next week on business,” he said casually.

Mia’s head came up at her desk. “Oh? How long will you be gone?”

Was it disappointment he heard in her voice or was it merely wishful thinking on his part?

He smiled. “You’re coming with me.”

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes. We leave Monday afternoon. I assume your passport is still valid?”

“Yes, of course.”

There was excitement in her voice and her entire face had lit up.

“We’ll spend the weekend together and I’ll take you shopping for anything you may need for the trip,” he said indulgently.

She sobered and her gaze dropped for a moment. He couldn’t tell if she looked guilty or if she was merely avoiding his eyes. His brows furrowed as he continued to stare at her. Waiting for what she’d reacted to.

“I have plans Friday night,” she said in a husky voice. “They were made before. I mean before you and I…”

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her what plans and to press her further. It was certainly within his right. But she looked so uncomfortable that he didn’t want to put her on the defensive, and he damn sure didn’t want her to lie to him. And she may well if he cornered her.

“I assume it’s only Friday night then?” he said in a short tone.

She nodded.

“Okay then, be at my apartment Saturday morning. You’ll spend the weekend with me and then we’ll leave Monday afternoon for Paris.”

Relief flashed in her eyes and she smiled that thousand-watt smile again.

“I can’t wait,” she said. “Paris sounds so exciting! Will we have a chance to see anything?”

He smiled at her enthusiasm. “Probably not, but we’ll see what happens.”

His phone rang and he checked his watch. Time had slipped away from him and it was time for his conference call. He waved his hand for Mia to go back to what she was doing, and then he got comfortable in his chair before answering the call.

Chapter twenty-five

“Tell Jace thank you for checking up on Brandon for me,” Caroline said as the two rode in a cab to Vibe. “It was really sweet of him. I feel horrible that I even let you do this for me, but after Ted, I just have this horrible, sick feeling every time I even look at a guy with interest, you know?”

Mia reached over to squeeze her friend’s hand. “It will get better, sweetie. And hey, from everything Jace reported, Brandon sounds like a hardworking, honorable guy. Most importantly, he’s single and he lives alone.”

Relief was evident in Caroline’s face and she twitched eagerly as they approached the club.

“Yeah, that helps a lot. I guess we’ll see what happens, huh?”

Mia smiled as the cab slowed. It was nine o’clock and she was tired after her day at work. She’d rather be with Gabe at his apartment, having a quiet dinner and whatever else he had in store for her. She hated that she’d effectively lied to him about what her plans were for the night. Not that she’d blatantly told an untruth, but she hadn’t been open with him. Somehow telling him she was going clubbing made her worry over his reaction. What if he told her no?

It wasn’t that she wouldn’t have gone anyway. Yes, they had a contractual agreement—God, she was tired of that word. She was getting to the point where she hated the very thought of that piece of paper she’d signed. Not because she regretted any part of her relationship with Gabe, but because of what that contract represented. Or rather what it didn’t represent.

She simply hadn’t wanted that confrontation with Gabe. She wasn’t out guy shopping tonight. She was going to have fun with her girls and spend time with them—time that had been a precious commodity ever since Gabe had taken over her life.