It would take some time to love truly—without pain, without insecurity, without all these thoughts rushing through my head. I didn’t want to push them too much on Michael. I needed to deal with them myself.
I slipped into a Dunkin’ Donuts, ordered a lemonade, and grabbed an orange from the bunch of fruit by the registers, deciding on something healthier than another Boston cream doughnut. It was more crowded than usual, but I needed to get some schoolwork done, so I broke out my computer and started on all the homework I had due tomorrow.
Psych. Psych. And more psych.
It was easy stuff, just so much filler work that it was driving me crazy.
My mind wandered to Dr. Xiao and how I should’ve told her about everything. She lived a couple streets down from Michael. I had seen her walking her dog with her husband, who looked much older than she was, around our neighborhood the other day. If she didn’t know we were together already, she would probably find out soon.
Maybe it would be nice to have someone take a fresh look at all the drama. A different perspective that wouldn’t make me feel so … so … inclined to shake off these rumors. Because, damn, was it tiring.
After another half hour, I pulled out my phone and tapped on Michael’s name in my messages. I knew he was busy at work, but I wanted to forget about everything for a bit. So, I scrolled through my photos until I found the perfect one that I knew would set him off and clicked Send.
CHAPTER7
MICHAEL
Jim, one of my coworkers, clicked on another slide in his presentation about the interior of the towers we were designing. Though I should’ve been fully engrossed in the PowerPoint slides, I couldn’t stop thinking about Mia.
The way she’d lit up when I told her I wanted to spend my life with her… God, it made me feel so fucking good inside. I hadn’t felt like that ever. It only made my decision to ask her that complicated question all the more clear.
Hell, I was going to do it last night. But after seeing Mason’s text to her, I hadn’t had it in me. I’d thought that maybe this wasn’t what she wanted. I wanted to give us some more time, and I knew I needed to wait until Melissa and I were back on good terms.
My phone buzzed on the table, and Mia’s name with an image popped up. I pulled the phone off the table and onto my lap. The phone buzzed again with the message:I need your help.I stared down at it for a few moments, debating on whether I wanted to open the message during a meeting, and then against my better judgment, I opened it up.
Dressed in a lacy black set of lingerie, Mia lay in our bed, biting her lip gently, her fingers touching the front of her panties. Almost immediately, I felt myself get hard, my cock aching to be inside of her. I clenched my jaw and shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
She was sexy, so fucking sexy.
I sucked in a deep breath and put the phone into my pocket, focusing on the blank notebook in front of me. My dick felt like it was pulsing, and all I could imagine was Mia sliding herself on it. Her walls clamping down tightly around me, pussy wrapped around me like she wanted nothing more.
My dick became stiffer, and I pulled my seat closer to the table and told myself to relax. But it was no use. I couldn’t think of anything but her. Maybe I should excuse myself, go to the restroom, and jerk off to her picture.
Jim cleared his throat and turned back to the group. I tried my best to keep my attention on him, thinking about anything to get rid of my boner, of these thoughts of tasting every inch of her. Of putting her right on my desk and fucking her senseless. Of pushing her against one of these floor-to-ceiling windows and pounding into her from behind, her tits flush against the glass, her eyes wide with excitement.
The meeting dragged on for another fifteen minutes, yet I couldn’t get her off my mind. As soon as Jim finished his presentation, I grabbed my notebook and laptop, resting them in front of my crotch so nobody could see the bulge in my gray suit pants, and hurried out of the room.
After setting my things down at my desk, I took my wallet and phone, dialing Mia’s number.
She answered on the first ring, a tinge of playfulness in her voice. “Hello? Who’s this?”
“Where are you?” I asked over the phone, desperate to have her.
God, she knew exactly how to get to me, how to make me want her so badly that I’d considered excusing myself from one of the most important meetings of the year.
“Did you like my picture?” she asked. I could hear the smile in her voice.
I glanced around the office and walked toward the windows, where it was quieter. “Fuck, I loved it.” The city below was packed with people rushing down the sidewalks to grab a quick lunch. “I’m hard just thinking about you, Mia.”
“Dirty talk at work, Michael?” she teased.
I chuckled. “Where are you?”
“Downtown, studying.”
“Meet me at Lucian’s in five minutes. I need you.” And then I hung up the phone and hurried to the elevators for my lunch break.
It took me exactly four minutes to get to Lucian’s—a chic restaurant with an outdoor bar, right in the city center.
