She had to be kidding me. I stalked toward her, Glock at my side. “What the fuck would make you think that?”
“It’s either that, or you just can’t go again with me.” She even lifted her chin as if she wanted to taunt me. “And in that case, I should find someone else.”
“Careful, Mia.”
“Or what? You’ll put me in my place?” Her eyes flicked toward the gun, and her hands tightened on the side of the desk, gripping it in either fear or anticipation. I hoped it was both.
When my chest touched hers, I leaned down and whispered, “You and I both know, against you, the Glock in my hand has all the danger of a Bible because I’d never hurt you with it.”
She licked her lips as I walked over and put the barrel to her chin before dragging it down toward her cleavage, pushing the towel apart so that it fell to the floor. She didn’t move to cover herself. Instead, she sat on my desk like she belonged there, naked and on display just for me. And when I dragged the metal over her nipples, they pebbled as she gasped. Her eyes fluttered closed and she arched into it.
My will to stop was long gone. My hand acted on its own accord, sliding the gun across her stomach, her hips, and down her outer thigh only to inch back up her inner thigh and watch how she shivered. “Even now, Mia, you don’t look at allconcerned. Tell me … what’s more dangerous here between us? My hand that holds the trigger, the gun between your legs, or the pussy that brings me to my knees time and time again?”
I knelt to watch the barrel encircle her clit, just for a moment, just so I could see the goddess that Mia was. She rode the metal, bringing her hands up to comb through her hair as she murmured that it felt so good, so different, so right between her legs.
Could a man be jealous of his own gun? I pulled it away and set it on the desk so I could put my mouth on her instead. She tasted of metal and sweetness. Just how I wanted her to.
But she yanked at my hair and shook her head at me. “No, I want you. Not your mouth.” She wanted what I’d given Valerie, and she pushed me back to ask pointedly again, “Do you want me to turn around?”
I stood and looked down at her. “Mia, fucking you like I did her isn’t—”
She cut me off. “Tell me to turn around.”
“Turn around, then, and be quiet,” I ground out, unbuckling my belt.
“Yes,” she murmured as she bent over the desk. I got to see her flawless skin glimmer in the low lights of my study and her ass swell as she bent over my desk. She glanced over her shoulder at me. “That’s what I heard every time you took her.”
I gripped her curls and balled them in a fist to lean over her. “You’re not her, Mia.”
“It’s fine, Jameson.” She gave me a small smile, as if I needed reassurance. “I liked listening to you, liked imagining I was her, that you’d touch me the same way. And I touched myself every time. It was wrong, but—”
“Itwaswrong.” Didn’t she realize I barely even pictured Val when I had been fucking her? We were both getting off, but it was nothing more. With Mia, I wanted to freeze time andtake in every damn movement she made, every facial expression, every sound, every touch. I wanted to memorize all of it.
I pulled my cock from my trousers and lined myself up to her entrance. I didn’t give her time to adjust but instead slammed into her hard, rough. Raw.
Her walls pulsed tightly around me as she gasped, but I didn’t stop. I thrust in again and again. “Utterly. Fucking. Wrong.”
“Jameson, oh, God,” she cried out. “I’m sorry. You’re right. You’re right.”
I grabbed one of her hips and tightened my hold in her hair, burying myself deeper and deeper with each thrust. I hated her apologies. I didn’t want them. I wanted her to realize the difference between her and every woman I’d had before her. That none of them mattered. That only she did. But I was too lost to explain and maybe too damn scared she didn’t feel the same. “Shut that mouth or I’ll gag you.”
And I buried myself deep in her again, beyond what I did with anyone else, beyond what most women could endure. Yet Mia met my thrusts by ramming her pussy back onto me.
Over and over again.
Our skin slapped together, our breath heaved together, and our bodies felt like they molded together.
I came deep into her center and didn’t pull back at all as I did. I wanted to mark her and own her in every way I could.
We were slumped over the desk, both breathing hard as I murmured into her ear, “I fuck other women without an agenda, Mia, because with them I havenothingto lose.” I loosened my grip on her hair and combed my fingertips through it softly. “But with you, I’m scared to loseeverything. Scared to lose you … My darling Mia. My darling devil. My darling everything.MySanctum.”
I’d informed the Diamonds after having her on the motorcycle. All but Mia knew it. And I wasn’t even sure she heard me sayit as I flipped her on the desk then and kissed that mouth hard enough that she had to know I owned it and she owned me.
She’d be protected always now.
I feathered kisses down her neck and collarbone and all the way down her stomach before I pulled her to the edge of the desk and knelt before her where she told me, “I don’t think I can take more.”
She started to sit up, but my hand went to her neck, pushing her back down on my desk as I told her, “I don’t think so, pretty girl. Tap my wrist if you can’t take it, but otherwise, in here, I say when this ends.” My hand clamped down hard enough that I knew her ability to breathe was gone.
