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I watched her leave, devouring the way her hips swayed back and forth. I couldn’t wait to have my face between those thighs.
I waited near the restroom for her to exit, and as she approached, I put my hand out for her to take. She did, and I laced our fingers together as we returned to the main gala room.
For the next two hours, Mya led me around the room and told me who was who. She introduced me to over two dozen people and, in between, gave me the scoop on who they were and how they could be critical to my future.
We danced a few more times, and I laughed more than I had in years. Mya was witty and warm. She could also flip from humourous to professional in a snap, and I respected her for that.
I realized as we left that Mya had done more for my career in two hours than Buck had done for me in a year.
Once we were inside the car, her demeanor changed. Her focus remained on the window, and she kept her hands in her lap, and there was no more laughter, no smiles, no sparkle in her eye.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I leaned closer to her.
“Fine.” She peered at me momentarily. “Just tired.”
Perhaps she was, but I had the feeling that something else was bothering her. I let her keep to herself for a little while as I thought back over the evening.
When we arrived at the apartment building, Charlie let us out of the car, and Mya hugged him tightly before reminding him to tell his wife she was thinking of her. She walked slightly ahead of me but paused to allow me to open the door.
Inside, we stood silently at the elevator door. I hit the 5th-floor button when we stepped in and not my floor. She glanced at me, almost nervously.
“Don’t worry. I’m just going to see you to your door, Mya. I have no evil intentions.”
She laughed, almost a bit hysterically, and averted her gaze. Perhaps she wanted me to ply my evil intentions on her. I thought about what I had said to her earlier tonight, and as much as I wanted to have Mya naked and under me, I wasn’t going to force the woman. I mean, she was only with me because she had a job to do, and that job did not include having sex with me.
When the elevator doors opened again, I let her step ahead of me and then took a few strides to come alongside her. Neither of us spoke as we approached her door.
She fit her key into the lock and then paused, speaking softly, “Thank you for seeing me to my door, Alex.”
“You’re welcome, Mya.”
She turned the lock and then the knob, pushing the door in. She stared into her apartment but didn’t enter. It was as if she were trying to make a decision, and I wondered what exactly that decision was. She shifted her face toward me and locked her bright green eyes on mine. She kept hold of my gaze as she stepped forward and then pulled it away on her next step, leaving the door open behind her as she moved further into her apartment.
She was giving me a choice to follow her or leave. If I were a gentleman, I would pull her door close and walk away. Fuck being a gentleman.
I stepped into her place, pushing the door closed behind me and then taking four strides to reach her. She let her wrap slip off her arms and to the floor. My arms wound around her waist as my mouth descended on her neck. I had been staring at the smooth skin all night, dying to taste it, and now it was mine to devour.
She bent her neck, allowing me more room to kiss along her collar bone, and one of my hands moved up to her breasts, cupping it through the silky material of her dress. She arched her back, pushing her ass against my hardening cock. My other hand slid down her thigh, then grabbed a handful of her dress and pulled it up. I did that twice before her dress was around her waist, and my hand found a tiny triangle of fabric covering her mound. “You’re wearing a fucking thong,” I breathed against her ear.
“Yes,” she panted the word.
“Did you wear that for me, Mya?”
“Yes,” she gasped the word as I squeezed her breast again and covered her mound with my palm.
“Did you want me to see it, Mya? Did you hope that I would strip you naked and see it tonight?”
She hesitated, and I nipped at her throat, “Yes—” she breathed out in a long word.
“Good. I’m glad you wanted me to see it, Mya.” I pulled the fabric away, letting my fingers trail over her silky flesh. “God damn, you are wet, Mya. Is that for me? Do you want me that much?”
She whimpered, sucking her bottom lip under her teeth as I put my hand gently around her neck and lifted her chin with my fingertips.
“Tell me, Mya. Do you want me?”
Her eyelids cracked open. “Yes,” she breathed.
“Say it again, Mya.” I turned her face toward me. “Say you want me to fuck you.”
Her pussy clenched around my finger as I slipped one into her as I spoke. She whimpered again and pressed her ass back harder.
“Say it.”
Her voice was a plea as she finally spoke: “Fuck me, Alex. I need you to fuck me, please.”
