Beck & Call by Emma Holly

natural self.
    He sucked air sharply as her hand slid into his underwear.
    She seemed to think the moment was special too.
    “Ooh,” she said, circling his base with her soft fingers. Her hand and wrist fit closely between his briefs and him. “You’re so big and smooth.”
    He was getting bigger by the second. Mia wrapped him in her hold and pulled. He couldn’t stop his flesh from leaping. She wasn’t using a lot of pressure, but the sensations that rocketed through his shaft were indescribable. This was her hand, the off limits honorary sister of his boss. The muscles of his thighs and ass tightened. In that moment, he was very glad he wasn’t supposed to stop this from happening.
    He ground his teeth as her stroke rubbed across the flare.
    “Is my hand cold?”
    He had to unclench his jaw to answer. “No,” he forced out. “It’s perfect.”
    “You like this?”
    He couldn’t believe she needed reassurance. He’d broken into a full body sweat from a single stroke, his breath just about panting. Mia pushed her fist down his length again. His eyes nearly crossed at how good that felt.
    “I like it,” he promised jerkily.
    “You might want to slow down,” Damien said.
    Mia stopped what she was doing to turn her head to him. The other man tapped his index finger across his lips.
    “I’m not going fast,” she said.
    Damien laughed. “He’s reacting fast. So the question is, do you want to embarrass him?”
    “Seriously?”
    “See where his hands grip the desk? His knuckles have gone white.”
    Mia looked, and her lips formed a surprised circle. “Wow. I’ve never seen him do that. Jake is the original cool cat.”
    “You have power over him. He’s as attracted to you as you are to him.”
    Jake wasn’t sure he enjoyed being talked about as if he weren’t there. On the other hand, he didn’t want to ruin Mia’s fun. He couldn’t mistake that having sway over him titillated her.
    “Press your lips to his breastbone,” Damien suggested. “See how fast his heart is beating.”
    Mia leaned in a bit shyly, one hand still down his pants. She didn’t quite kiss him, but her lips were warm as they flattened on his skin. Jake struggled not to push closer. He knew his heart thudded.
    He liked the feel of her almost-kiss better than was good for him.
    Mia backed up and her head turned to Damien. “What can I do besides jack him off that won’t break your rules?”
    Sunshine flared in Damien’s green-and blue-flecked gold eyes. “You can touch him anywhere you like. Just don’t open his clothes any more than they are.”
    Mia considered the possible territory. Jake wasn’t a bear but he did have hair on his chest. He guessed that appealed to her. She slid both hands under his gapped shirt and scratched his skin lightly with all ten nails. That felt amazing, like she was waking a million nerves simultaneously. Seeming oblivious to the storm she was stirring up, she explored his pecs and his ribs and the ridged muscles of his abdomen.
    “Lean down to me,” she said.
    When he leaned, his hands moved with him automatically.
    “Those stay on the desk,” she reminded.
    If she’d been anyone else trying to order him around, he’d have made her work for it. He was a natural top; he didn’t bottom unless it was for a good reason. This was Mia, though. She wasn’t a fan of confrontation and wouldn’t relish a battle to subdue him. Still leaning toward her, he put his hands back where they belonged.
    “Thank you,” she said politely.
    Possibly he should have thanked her. She reached under his shirt and around his back, her smooth nails pushing up his muscles to his shoulders. The position put her between his legs, almost hugging him. He could feel the curve of her breasts, could smell the peach shampoo she used to wash her hair. Damien had told him not to kiss Mia on the mouth, but that didn’t exclude the rest of her. Unable to resist, he nuzzled the tender spot where her neck curved into her