Fuck. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that hard for a woman. Pure lust unlike anything I had ever experienced before hit me. I knew the connection between the two of us was powerful, but it was going way beyond lust. Her eyes met mine briefly as she took a slow ride down my body. On her way back up, her eyes paused on my dick. There was no way anyone could miss how turned on I was.
I looked up and locked eyes with Max; he was smirking, too, just like his bastard of a brother. But fuck me, she was beautiful.
“So, what is it you want to talk about, Mia?” I cleared my voice, trying to sound composed and gain some control of my situation.
“Well, I’d rather speak to you about it in your office if you don’t mind. It doesn’t concern my brothers, so I’ll wait for you in there while you finish up your meeting.” Mia winked at me and with a throaty laugh, she turned on her heels and walked out of Max’s office.
As she closed the door, Marco let out a huge bellow of laughter. “Man, you should have seen your face. It was priceless, wasn’t it, Max?”
“Sure was, but I’m glad you restrained your laughter for when she left; otherwise, you would have hurt her feelings,” Max answered.
“Hurt her feelings? Are you serious? She wants him and he wants her; why would she be embarrassed about that? Did you see what squirt did?” Marco said, his eyes wide in astonishment.
“I’m glad the two of you think it’s hilarious, laughing at your sister like that, but...”
“We are not laughing at our sister, dickhead. We’re laughing at you!” Max roared with laughter that time. “Mia has you all in knots, and you don’t like it one bit. Mr Control Freak himself can’t cope. I love it.”
I turned my back on the both of them, reminding myself not to lose it because they were my bosses. But I didn’t give a flying fuck. “Fuck off, the both of you!” I could still hear them laughing as I walked out the door.
Chapter Eleven
ZANE
Walking down the hall to my office, I made sure I had my dick under control again and to play nicely with Mia. I caught sight of her leaning over my desk, perusing some files I had left out for her earlier. Although her skin-tight black dress covered her body, it hugged her to perfection. It was then I noticed her shoes; they were high as fucking hell and zebra print. Her tanned legs looked a mile long and immediately I had visions of them wrapped tightly across my thrusting hips, with those shoes digging into my back and arse. Fuck, so much for trying to gain control. I groaned as I walked around to my desk and sat down to try and cover my budding hard-on.
It was going to be a long fucking afternoon.
“Okay, what is it? What is so urgent you had to pull me out of a very important meeting? It better be good, angel.”
“I don’t want to wait anymore, Zane.”
“You don’t want to wait anymore for what?”
“For us. You said you wanted to wait until we got to Queensland. Well, I...I’m ready. I admit, I’m not sure if this was the right thing to do, here in the workplace, in the office but I know what I want. I am not uncertain anymore. That’s if you still want me.”
What the hell made her think I didn’t want her? I was going to drown in those gorgeous brown eyes of hers. The tip of her tongue slipped out and wet her lips. Mia narrowed her eyes, and her voice dropped to a whisper, soft and intimate, just for my ears.
“Unless of course, you still think you’re too old for me? Because I don’t want someone who’s going to be all careful and delicate with me when what you need is a woman to make love with—”
I stood, walked around my desk, not caring if she saw how hard I was and crushed her to me, slanting my mouth over hers to taste her lips. A sweet, honey taste lingered on my tongue, but the overwhelming flavour was Mia and nothing else. I ate at her mouth hungrily, lifting her body to mine, moulding her curves close to my body. My fingers cradled the cheeks of her arse as I tried to pull her against me more intimately.
Mia had her fingers in my hair, keeping our connection so tight that if I needed to breathe, it was going to have to be through her. I barely stopped from ripping her sexy-as-fuck dress off. But as much as I wanted to touch her everywhere, a small part of my mind remembered we were in my office and her brother’s office was only down the hall.
A very small part.
I wrenched my mouth from hers and dropped my head to her shoulder. Somehow we’d managed to move so we were propped up against my desk. Mia’s hips rested on the edge of it, dress hitched up, legs spread wide, allowing me to fit between her, snug against her pussy. The heat of her sex burned through the thin fabric of her dress and my pants. I took a deep breath and fought for control.