Page 117 of Be With Me
The door swung open, the chatter of the restaurant spilling onto the street. “Sir? Your order is ready.”
I grabbed the bag and the coffee, tipped the waiter, and made my way back.
When I walked into the studio, Mia was pacing, her phone pressed to her ear. “Jenny, this is important to me. No, I won’t be able to dial in. I have to be present for the shoot. I’m just asking for a little flexibility.”
I put the food down.
Mia stopped pacing and exhaled. “I’m not going to the prep meeting. Send me the files, and I’ll review them. I understand you’re not happy. I have to go. I still have a ton of work to do. Bye.”
She hung up and tossed her phone onto the desk. “Jesus.”
“If you give me her address, she can be dealt with.”
A coarse laugh escaped her as she tilted her head and met my gaze. “Don’t tempt me.”
I wasn’t joking. The way these people treated her like someone with no life of her own pissed me the fuck off.
Her eyes shifted to the paper bags on the desk. “Sushi?” Her lips curved. “That’s my favorite. How did you know?”
“Just a guess.” I wasn’t about to tell her I’d stalked her Instagram until I could recite what was in every picture she’d ever posted.
“Sit,” she said. And instead of taking the chair across from me, she slid onto my lap.
My hand gripped her waist while she took the containers out from the bags, her long hair brushing against my chest. I swiped it off to the side of her neck and pressed a kiss to her throat.
She popped a piece of sushi into her mouth before turning slightly and offering one to me. I accepted and chewed it carefully, but she caught the grimace that slipped through.
“Oh,” she said, eyes widening. “You don’t like it?”
My fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, tracing the dip of her waist. “I’m more of a steak-and-potatoes kind of guy.”
She rummaged through the bag until she pulled out the beef teriyaki I’d also ordered. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Because I’d fucking eat anything she offered me just for the sheer pleasure of being fed by her. “It’s not that bad.”
She picked up a piece of the beef with her chopsticks. “Here.”
I accepted the piece before pulling her closer to me. Having her in my lap shifted my appetite to other things. She shivered as the hard ridge of my erection pressed against her ass. “Or maybe there’s something else you’d like instead,” she murmured, lowering her voice.
I dragged my nose over her shoulder, inhaling her scent. “You need to eat first.”
“Don’t tell me what I need,” she whispered, rolling her hips against me. “I know what I need.”
She put the food down and stood up.
I tilted my head, a pleasant buzz settling beneath my skin as I watched her hike her skirt up her thighs. “Mia?—“
My words strangled in my throat as she reached underneath and slid off her panties, the lace disappearing between her fingers. She leaned in and slipped them into the pocket of my jacket, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, “What I need is you inside me.”
Fuck. Me.
The spike of arousal was so violent it gave me tunnel vision. It was amazing how a few words from her were enough to shake my control. “Turn around and bend over your fucking desk,” I rasped.
A hitched breath. A spark in her eyes. She shoved the containers aside, and napkins fluttered to the floor as she did as she was told.
Her obedience made me ache.
I dragged my palms down the backs of her thighs, gripping her flesh, feeling the way she shuddered at my touch. Slowly, I lifted her skirt, bunching it around her waist.
