Rush(83)

“Of course I do,” she said in agitation. “That doesn’t go away in a month or two or even a year. You don’t give thirty-nine years of your life to a man and get over him just because he decides he no longer wants you.”

“You don’t have to make a decision right away,” he pointed out. “You’re in the driver’s seat on this one, Mom. He’s got a lot of making up to do with you. There’s no crime in taking your time and weighing your options and your feelings. No one says you have to take him back overnight.”

“No,” she agreed. “And I wouldn’t. There’s too much we’d have to work out. I love him, but I also hate him for what he did and for the way he did it. I can’t forget all the pictures of him with those other women. I can’t look at him without seeing him with someone else.”

“I just want what’s best for you,” Gabe said gently. “Whatever that is. You know you have my full support no matter what you decide.”

There was another sigh, and then he could hear the tears in her voice. It made his jaw clench and his fist curl in anger. Damn his father for what he’d done to her.

“I appreciate that, Gabe. Thank God for you. I don’t know what I would have done without your support and understanding.”

“Love you, Mom. I’m here any time you need to talk.”

This time he heard her smile as she returned his love.

“I’ll let you get back to work,” she said. “But you’re in awfully early this morning. I think you should consider taking that vacation we discussed. You work way too hard, Son.”

“I’ll be fine. You just take care of you. Okay? And call me if you need me, Mom. You know I’m never too busy for you.”

They rang off and Gabe shook his head. So his dad had made his move. He hadn’t just experienced a brief moment of regret resulting in his confession to Gabe. He’d gone to Gabe’s mom and began the long, winding path to reconciliation.

He busied himself with e-mails, keeping an eye on the clock. The closer it came to the time when Mia would arrive, the edgier he got. Twice he nearly sent her a text to ask where she was, but he put his phone down each time, determined that he wouldn’t sound so goddamn eager.

In his desk was the last plug he intended to use on her to ease her into anal sex. The image of her bending over his desk, her cheeks parting as he inserted the plug, made him grow achingly hard. He couldn’t wait to slide his cock in her ass instead of a plug. He was growing impatient. He wanted full access to her body. He’d given her enough time to adjust to his demands. It was time to indulge fully in every dirty, hedonistic fantasy he’d conjured around the two of them.

He was already thinking ahead to the weekend. Next week she’d accompany him on a business trip out of the country. Before that he wanted a few days where it was only the two of them. Her full initiation into his world.

Anticipation licked up his spine, his entire body growing heavy with lust as he imagined her tied and spread before him. Of him plunging into her ass from behind. Of fucking her mouth until his cum spilled down her lips. Of sinking so far into her sweet pussy that there was no separation between them.

He’d already claimed Mia. He’d fucked her tirelessly. But what was to come was his removing any doubt from her mind that she belonged fully and completely to him. He wanted every time she looked at him for her to have the knowledge in her eyes of his possession. For her to remember him taking her and marking her in vivid detail.

If that made him a primitive asshole, oh well. It was who he was, and he was helpless to control his need for her or the fierce urge to dominate her wholly.

At eight thirty, his door opened, and Mia walked in.

His body leapt to life, relief hovering over him like a cloud.

“Lock the door,” he commanded in a quiet voice.

She turned to do as he’d ordered and then she swiveled back around, staring at him across the space. She was too far from him. He needed her next to him, his touch like a tattoo on her skin.

“Come here.”

Had it only been since yesterday afternoon that he’d seen her? It seemed forever, and he was only interested in reestablishing his dominance over her. Or reminding her whom she belonged to.

He reached in his desk for the plug, and today, instead of having her bend over the desk and raise her skirt, he motioned for her to follow him to the sofa along the wall. He sat and then patted his lap, pulling her down to lie over his legs.

She rested her cheek against the soft leather and turned so that she could see him out of the corner of her eye. Her hair tumbled around her face, and her eyes had a sleepy look that glowed with desire.