Chapter 4
GRAYSON
There’s something wrong with me. From that first day, I wanted to see Mia Price bending. I wanted to see her obey. That fire in her, the way she defied me... No one does that. As in ever. And even though I would still love to see her bending, I can only imagine her doing that on my desk now.
I’m fucking addicted. I can’t put enough emphasis on how that never happens to me. No woman has ever had me around her finger like this, and Mia is not even trying.
Like a creep, I wait for Ms. Wellington to leave.
Even though we don’t do deliveries, I came up with a vital client and ordered her off.
This way, I’ll have some time alone with Mia.
All I need is one taste, just to get her out of my system.
Just one touch, so she sends me off, so she says she finds me disgusting to my face.
That will probably make me stop thinking about her. Hopefully.
The second Ms. Wellington is out of the mall; I stride across the hallway and enter the laundromat.
With one look around the store, I make sure there’s no one else here.
No machines are working, and there are no clients ready to fuck me up.
As soon as the door closes behind me, Mia peeks from behind the counter.
Her face changes when she sees me. “Mr. Cox?” There’s a trained quality to her voice as if she’s restraining herself. She narrows her eyes, studying my face with hesitation. “Is everything alright?”
“Is there anyone else inside the store?”
She shakes her head, stepping closer to the counter. “No. Kennie left to make a delivery and...”
I lock the door. The sound of it is so loud it shatters the surrounding silence. It dawns on me that we barely spoke, that I’m coming on too hot, too fast. She’ll think I’m a pervert, a sick psycho trying to hurt her. In the back of my mind, fear of her reaction takes over.
But Mia sees something in my eyes that changes her countenance.
Her eyes glow, dark embers burning on her pretty face as she swallows hard.
Lust crosses her face, and I’m done keeping my distance.
I’m done staying away. With my blood boiling in my veins, shooting straight to my dick, I stride toward her as she walks out from behind the counter.
Mia meets me halfway, parting her lips in question.
There’s no time for an explanation. I clasp my hands around her hips, hauling her up to the counter, then kiss her lips before she can gasp.
The sound comes out muffled against my mouth and she goes through a second of doubt before her fingers bury into my hair and her body relaxes against mine.
My fingertips dig into the soft flesh of her hips and her thighs, and I part her knees to press our bodies together.
Fuck, she’s delicious. She’s all full curves and soft skin against my rough edges.
I stroke my hands down her thighs, kneading at them, then grip her hips and slam her body to mine.
Her breasts press against my chest and my hands itch to fondle them.
Fuck, there’s so much I want to do to this woman.
My cock twitches in my pants, harder than ever, and all I can think about is her.
Mia moans, parting her lips so I can explore her mouth.
I dip my tongue past her lips, but there’s only so much patience in me.
In the space between heartbeats, I’m devouring her.
I eat up every sigh and every moan, fucking her mouth with my tongue until she’s bucking against me.
Mia makes these delicious, filthy sounds that drive me on and turn me mad.
She breaks the kiss to take in air. I lick at her jaw, the sweet taste of her igniting my blood. When I reach her earlobe to suck on it, she rewards me with a shudder. Her skin lights up with goosebumps, and I almost drool at the prospect of her pretty nipples tightening like that.
“Mr...” she breathes out, kissing me at the same time as if she’s not sure she wants to talk or to taste me. “Mr... Cock.”
And I don’t know why the misspelling of my name sounds so fucking hot, but my cock almost bursts clean through my zipper. I bury a hand in her hair, taking a handful of her curls and pulling her head back. She whimpers, her eyes burning with lust.
“What was that?” I roar against her full lips.
“I’m sorry. I meant Mr. Cox.”
“Did you? Are you sure?”
She licks her lips, and it’s the single sexiest thing ever. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
Fuck, this fiery woman. “You thinking about my cock?”
She swallows, but her eyes burn with curiosity. I wonder how far she would go if I pushed her. Mia grins, her fingers climbing up my chest to cling to my shirt. “What if I am?” she asks, full of challenge.
I reach for her knee, finding the hem of her skirt.
It’s easy to slip my fingers under the soft fabric, finding her even softer skin.
Her eyes go round in surprise, but she spreads her knees as I explore her inner leg.
“I knew you liked to defy authority, Ms. Price. But I had no idea you would be this naughty.”
My fingers reach up her thigh to her panties. I stroke the place where the fabric meets the skin until she’s gasping against me, nails digging into my chest. A heartbeat away from coming in my boxers, I pull her panties aside and dip my fingers into the wetness of her cunt.
Mia cries out, clinging so hard to me I’m sure she’ll tear the shirt open.
I pull her head back and feast on her lips, tasting the sound of her moans as I flick her clit.
Shit, she’s so fucking wet and so fucking swollen.
All ready for me. It would be so easy to take her right here.
To bury my cock to the hilt, to watch her come apart around me...
I have half a mind to open her shirt and lick her nipples but the doors are glass, and though my body is big, I would have to bend to capture her tits.
That will have to wait.
Circling my fingers over her knot, I watch as Mia approaches her climax.
She moans and tries to keep up with my kisses, but her body is taut as she moves her hips, focused on seeking her pleasure.
Pre-come drips into my boxers, and I would jerk off to the sight of her coming apart at any time of day.
Something buzzes, and though Mia pulls back in surprise, I don’t take my fingers from her pussy. She finds her buzzing phone next to her, and my gaze reads the name just as I push the first knuckle of my finger into her entrance.
“Who’s Trey?” I ask in a roar that doesn’t hide my jealousy. Fuck, why is there a man calling her? Who is this fucker?
She looks back at me, her lower lip trembling. “My ex.”
I insert an entire finger inside her. She moans, her inner walls clamping around me. “Why is he calling you?”
“I don’t know,” she says in a shudder, her eyelids fluttering shut, her body trembling.
“Then pick it up.”
Her eyes snap open to glare at me. “What?”
“Pick it up,” I order this time, my voice coming out rough.
She licks her lips. “While you’re finger-fucking me?”
“Exactly,” I reply with a smirk.
She picks up the phone and accepts the call. “What?” is her greeting, and I love that they’re not on friendly terms.
I keep stroking her inner walls, stretching her with another finger.
She’s tight and she shudders and quivers every time I pull back.
Her nipples poke through the shirt and I reach for them, twisting and pinching through the fabric.
Mia answers with monosyllabic words, and her hips pump against my hand.
Once I know she’s teetering on the edge, I suck on her pulse and pick up my pace, fucking her hard.
Mia almost falls back on the counter, then she cancels the call without a goodbye and clings to me. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she repeats, her entire body shaking with the fierceness of my pumps.
“What did he want?”
“I don’t even know,” she says, words mixing with laughter, then her smile melts off into a gorgeous expression filled with pleasure. “I… I think I’m going to—” And she doesn’t finish her sentence.
She comes apart beautifully. It’s exquisite as her eyes roll to the back of her head and she fucks my hand, moaning a mix of words I can’t understand.
I suck on her lower lip, grinding her leg like an animal until pleasure barrels down my spine and I come all over my boxers.
The scent of her orgasm fills the place, and I bring my hand up to lick at her juices.
Mia watches me with detached attention, her chest rising and falling. Then she looks up at me, her face a mix of happiness and confusion. “What was that?” she asks, her voice flimsy.
“That was an amazing orgasm,” I tell her. “And it was nothing compared to what I plan to do to you.” The words leave my mouth on their own. No, I plan on doing nothing. This was only supposed to take her out of my system... But I also know this isn’t over. I can’t move on this fast. I need more.
Mia smiles. “That was an amazing orgasm. I’m just not sure about having to be on the phone.”
Gripping her hair, I give her another kiss. She tastes amazing, and I know this addiction is just starting... “Just so you know who you belong to now,” I say without thinking, my gaze fastened on her lips, hunger for her growing.
Mia slaps both her hands to my chest, stopping me. She arches an eyebrow. “Come again?”
“Definitely will.”
She shakes her head, and her eyes go clear.
“I’m not yours. I might work for you, and I don’t know what this was, but I’m not yours.
” She shakes herself again, then shoves me back a step before she jumps down from the counter.
“Look, this was amazing, but it can’t happen again.
Not if you’re another man who thinks women are possessions. ”
“I’m not?—”
“Excuse me, Mr. Cox.” And this time, she pronounces my name right before she disappears into the backroom.
And I could follow her, but the come in my boxers is seeping through my pants.
I need to get them changed, and I need to give her space.
Even though this was exactly what I wanted—one kiss and then for her to shove me off—there’s a bitter taste on my tongue.
I want more. I want more and more with her, but she despises what I said.
Even if it wasn’t what I meant, it hurt her.
Shoving a hand into my back pocket, I pull up my wallet and fish a business card from it.
My heart still thunders in my chest as I reach for a pen on the counter and write my personal number on the back of the card.
I leave it for Mia before I unlock the door and exit the store.
She has to have the chance of calling me. If she ever wants to.
My sweet Mia has been hurt before, and I have to learn how to be better to deserve her.