squeezed flat as he ejaculated, air rushing noisily from his chest. He sucked more oxygen to fill it and shocked himself by groaning.
Three hard shots later, it was over but for the sigh.
His eyes opened reluctantly. Mia bit her lip and grinned.
It was impossible not to share her humor, not with the warm relaxation that had loosened his tensed muscles.
“Okay,” he conceded. “You got me good.”
“Kablooey!” she teased, letting out a snicker. She turned her head to Damien. “Have you got a hanky I could borrow?”
Damien wasn’t expecting to be addressed. In the nanosecond before he pulled himself together, Jake glimpsed something that might have been envy.
“Of course,” he said, pulling a pristine square of silk from his pants pocket.
“I’ve got this,” Jake said, taking the cloth from her.
He wiped her hand first, enjoying having each of her little fingers in his control—especially when it gave him the chance to feel how fast her pulse was pattering in her wrist. He cleaned himself with less fuss. Mia watched him, seeming interested in the process of him tucking his cock away and zipping.
When she saw he’d caught her gawking, her cheeks went pink.
“You flatter me,” he said softly. “And now I owe you one.”
That made her redden more. He smiled and their gazes hooked together. Jake knew Mia was imagining an act or two he might perform to discharge his debt. Though she wore a shirt and a sweater, her nipples poked out like pencil erasers.
“Well,” Damien said, which weirdly didn’t feel like an interruption. “I suppose this settles my question about your chemistry.”
CHAPTER 5
MIA’S skin tingled all over but especially where Jake had come on her hand. If she’d been fifteen, she’d have vowed never to wash it again.
She grinned to herself. Though she ached for her own release—and for him to give it to her—she didn’t regret the act that had put her in this state. She’d made Jake come. She’d watched Jake come. The image of his face as it tensed and then relaxed was in her memory forever.
She couldn’t imagine ever regretting that.
“Shall I call the kitchen to bring up lunch?” Damien asked. “Or would you like more time to compose yourself?”
He seemed composed already. She supposed he was used to watching other people enjoy themselves while doing without himself. What a strange way to live , she thought, though he didn’t look unhappy.
Actually, he looked satisfied. She and Jake had proved they could deliver whatever X factor he sought from these encounters.
“Oh what the hell,” she said, impulse taking hold of her. Jake had left Damien’s contract on a side table by the couch they’d sat on earlier. She strode to it and then looked at Damien. “Have you got a pen? I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t need more time to think before I sign this thing.”
Seeming bemused, Damien found a writing instrument and handed it to her. Naturally, the barrel was platinum.
Mia leaned down to scribble her signature. “Okay. Who’s in this besides me?”
“Well, I am.” Damien added his John Hancock. He offered the pen to Jake. “Mr. Reed? Will you make it unanimous?”
“Sure,” Jake said. “Who am I to rain on this parade?”
The atmosphere felt celebratory once they’d signed the agreement. Lunch beside the sunny office window was better than the fanciest restaurant she’d ever eaten in. Between the view and the wine Damien had selected, she was the teensiest bit tipsy. The CEO was a gracious host. Though the conversation wasn’t personal, it was pleasant. For much of it, the men compared meals they’d eaten in other countries, both awful and delicious. Jake had traveled more broadly than Mia realized, not just to military hotspots but also places like France and Greece. Jake and Damien both agreed you hadn’t really had steak until you’d eaten it in South America.
“Osaka comes close,” Jake said, his posture in the chair
Three hard shots later, it was over but for the sigh.
His eyes opened reluctantly. Mia bit her lip and grinned.
It was impossible not to share her humor, not with the warm relaxation that had loosened his tensed muscles.
“Okay,” he conceded. “You got me good.”
“Kablooey!” she teased, letting out a snicker. She turned her head to Damien. “Have you got a hanky I could borrow?”
Damien wasn’t expecting to be addressed. In the nanosecond before he pulled himself together, Jake glimpsed something that might have been envy.
“Of course,” he said, pulling a pristine square of silk from his pants pocket.
“I’ve got this,” Jake said, taking the cloth from her.
He wiped her hand first, enjoying having each of her little fingers in his control—especially when it gave him the chance to feel how fast her pulse was pattering in her wrist. He cleaned himself with less fuss. Mia watched him, seeming interested in the process of him tucking his cock away and zipping.
When she saw he’d caught her gawking, her cheeks went pink.
“You flatter me,” he said softly. “And now I owe you one.”
That made her redden more. He smiled and their gazes hooked together. Jake knew Mia was imagining an act or two he might perform to discharge his debt. Though she wore a shirt and a sweater, her nipples poked out like pencil erasers.
“Well,” Damien said, which weirdly didn’t feel like an interruption. “I suppose this settles my question about your chemistry.”
CHAPTER 5
MIA’S skin tingled all over but especially where Jake had come on her hand. If she’d been fifteen, she’d have vowed never to wash it again.
She grinned to herself. Though she ached for her own release—and for him to give it to her—she didn’t regret the act that had put her in this state. She’d made Jake come. She’d watched Jake come. The image of his face as it tensed and then relaxed was in her memory forever.
She couldn’t imagine ever regretting that.
“Shall I call the kitchen to bring up lunch?” Damien asked. “Or would you like more time to compose yourself?”
He seemed composed already. She supposed he was used to watching other people enjoy themselves while doing without himself. What a strange way to live , she thought, though he didn’t look unhappy.
Actually, he looked satisfied. She and Jake had proved they could deliver whatever X factor he sought from these encounters.
“Oh what the hell,” she said, impulse taking hold of her. Jake had left Damien’s contract on a side table by the couch they’d sat on earlier. She strode to it and then looked at Damien. “Have you got a pen? I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t need more time to think before I sign this thing.”
Seeming bemused, Damien found a writing instrument and handed it to her. Naturally, the barrel was platinum.
Mia leaned down to scribble her signature. “Okay. Who’s in this besides me?”
“Well, I am.” Damien added his John Hancock. He offered the pen to Jake. “Mr. Reed? Will you make it unanimous?”
“Sure,” Jake said. “Who am I to rain on this parade?”
The atmosphere felt celebratory once they’d signed the agreement. Lunch beside the sunny office window was better than the fanciest restaurant she’d ever eaten in. Between the view and the wine Damien had selected, she was the teensiest bit tipsy. The CEO was a gracious host. Though the conversation wasn’t personal, it was pleasant. For much of it, the men compared meals they’d eaten in other countries, both awful and delicious. Jake had traveled more broadly than Mia realized, not just to military hotspots but also places like France and Greece. Jake and Damien both agreed you hadn’t really had steak until you’d eaten it in South America.
“Osaka comes close,” Jake said, his posture in the chair
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