“Go ahead, Mia …” Michael taunted. “Tell him to pick you up. Tell him why you’re here with me.”
My mind buzzed with so many thoughts. He tightened his grip in my hair and pumped into me.
“Mia?” Mason asked, voice filled withworry. “What the hell was that?”
Michael rubbed my pussy faster.
“Mason …” I breathed.
If Michael didn’t stop … I was going to …
“Mason, I—”
Michael slapped my clit, and I screamed out, coming all over his cock. My whole body was trembling, my eyes rolling back into my head, my pussy lips pulsing over and over on him.
“Are you touching yourself?” Mason asked.
“She’s getting fucked, you fucking idiot,” Michael said over my shoulder. “This is how she sounds when she’s coming.”
The tension built inside me even more, and he slapped my clit over and over and over, sending me higher yet again.
“In case you wanted to know.”
Mason started yelling over the phone, threatening Michael that he would have his ass. But I sank into the couch and let Michael continue to fuck me senseless, like he’d promised.
“Mason,” I breathed out. “Mason, we’re over.”
CHAPTER26
MICHAEL
“Mason,” she said, her voice raspy. Though I had known she wanted to keep us a secret and I’d ruined that for her, I didn’t know what I was expecting her to say to him, but it wasn’t … “Mason, we’re over.”
I thought my heart had stopped for a moment. I stilled inside of her and felt her clench on my cock, whimpering under me. Mason’s voice rang through the phone; he was screaming at her and calling her every name in the book, asking who she was with and how she could just drop him after everything he had done for her.
My lips brushed against the back of her neck, and I realized thatIwas in the wrong. I had forced her to make a decision she hadn’t wanted to make, and she’d had to break up with him. She shut off the phone and tossed it away from the couch.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, her voice quiet. “Please, don’t stop.”
I pulled myself out of her, turned her around, and pushed some hair out of her face. I couldn’t believe that she had actually done it—that I had made her do it—and I didn’t know how exactly I felt about it. Was it wrong? It didn’t feel wrong.
“Michael,” she whispered.
I took a steady breath through my nose and pressed my lips to hers, driving myself back into her. She wrapped around me, like she wanted me more than anything.
“Say my name again, Mia,” I mumbled against her lips.
She dug her fingers into my chest, and I inhaled her sweet scent.
“Michael.” Her voice was gentle, and I pressed my lips harder to hers, thrusting in and out of her faster. All she had to say was my name to drive me wild and over the edge.
I had never had a woman choose me—reallychoose me—like that.
It felt good and freeing, and I hoped to God that Mia felt the same way about me as I did about her because this feeling wasn’t going away anytime soon. I didn’t care about Melissa knowing. All I wanted was to make Mia happy. She deserved it even though she didn’t think so. She was one of the sweetest, most caring, selfless people I knew.
Unlike my ex-wife, unlike Julie. Mia was different.
Her fingers curled into my hair, and she tugged on it. Her hips moved with mine, her hands holding me close to her. I trailed my fingers up her side and wrapped my hand around the back of her neck to draw her even closer because I couldn’t keep myself away.
