“Getting you out of this dress,” I answered her as I took the zipper between my thumb and index finger and dragged it down, knuckles brushing against the length of her spine. My hands slipped underneath the tight fabric and cupped her breasts. Her nipples hardened at my touch as I kissed her shoulder.
“Lucas.” My name was a breathless moan on Mia’s lips as she tipped her head back, pushing her chest into my hands. My erection grew, seeing the way she responded to my touch, and I pushed my hips against the back of her so she could feel it. No fantasy could compare to having her up against me in that moment.
A curt knock on the door caused Mia to tense but I didn’t stop. I wasn’t sure I was capable of control. My fingers rolled her nipples and she bit on her lip to keep quiet.
The knock sounded again.
“What?!” I called, irritated at the interruption. There had better be someone bleeding out in the house, to be worth this disturbance.
“Sorry, boss,” Dom’s voice drifted through the barrier, sounding uncertain. “Business at the door.”
Careful what you wish for.
“I’ll be there now.”
Dom wouldn’t have sought me out unless it was something he couldn’t deal with himself, which meant, as annoyed as I was, I needed to tend to this. I removed my hands from inside Mia’s dress and turned her gently to face me. Her large, doe eyes reflected the lusty haze of my own.
“I need to sort this out,” I told her gently, running a hand down the side of her face. There was not a single cell in my body that wanted to leave her. Not when I had finally gotten to knock down enough walls that she would let me this close. “Get some rest, Mia.”
I pressed a kiss to her cheek, unsure of how long this business would take, and took a deep breath before walking out of the room, trying my best to ignore the painful hard-on in my pants. This was exactly what I had tried to avoid.
“Dom, who the fuck,” I started as I made my way down the stairs.
Standing in the entrance hall of my home was a familiar busty blonde who flashed me a grin. “Why, hello doll. Miss me?”
∞∞∞
Last night, things had gotten out of hand. I should never have taken things that far with Mia. She was business and that was the way it would stay. I couldn’t allow myself to lose hold on the reins again. To make Mia anything other than business would only complicate matters.
“Slept in today, Lucas?” Lydia commented as I walked into the kitchen the next morning.
“It was a late night,” I told her. She handed me a mug of coffee and I took it gratefully, needing the pick me up.
“With Mia?” Lydia asked, almost making me choke on my sip. “Dom mentioned you went to see her.”
"Dom needs to learn to keep his mouth shut," I said, irritated at the gossip under my roof. I didn’t need people forming incorrect ideas. Though, I guess they wouldn’t be far from the truth if last night had continued without disruption.
“I woke up and you weren’t there.”
Standing in the doorway to the kitchen was the tall, blonde woman from last night dressed in nothing more than my shirt.
“Hello, Lydia,” she greeted my housekeeper.
If looks could kill, Lydia would have been as lethal as I was. The woman let every emotion run across her face but that was why we had always been close. She didn’t bother with bullshit. "Amber," she greeted in return.
Lydia turned towards me and I felt as if I was 15 again and waiting for her to say she was disappointed in me, but instead she said nothing. She had never been too fond of Amber and had dropped several not very subtle hints to let me know as much, but this was my life. This was an aspect that was left to me alone.
Amber sauntered up and took the mug from my hands, swaying her hips with the movement. “I was thinking maybe we could spend some time together today. It’s been a while.” She reached up and kissed me.
“Maybe,” I muttered, noncommittal.
Amber was the only woman I had any form of attachment to. Over the years we’d kept each other company, filling lonely nights and plus-one requirements. She was fully aware of my line of work and it suited her fine, considering all the things that my money had bought her. I hadn’t seen her since Mia moved in, and Amber hadn’t taken kindly to being ignored. Hence me being whined at in my kitchen.
“How about you take me out to lunch?” Amber suggested, sipping from the coffee mug, eyelashes fluttering over the top.
I leaned back against the kitchen counter and Amber leaned against me. Personal space was not a concept that she was clear on. Sighing, I wrapped an arm around her waist and gave in. Sometimes the path of least resistance led to a less stressful life. Dad had taught me to pick my battles. “You choose and we’ll go.”
Dante walked into the kitchen and caught my eye, arching an eyebrow at the display. “Boss,” he said with a nod. “Amber.”
