Stolen (The Madame X School of Sex) (5 page)

"Shit." Trent closed his eyes as the erotic images played out in his mind. He opened them to see Mara watching him. She raised a hand and ran it gently over his hair.

A loud
ding
came from the kitchen and Mara jumped. Trent released her leg and moved back, appalled at what he'd almost done. Another second and he'd have hooked a finger in the waistband of those little shorts and tugged them to the side. Another second after that, he'd have been massaging her from the inside out right in the middle of her living room.

"You should go get the food Mara." He moved away from her and ran a hand over his face. She looked hurt for a second before sitting up straight.

"Sorry. I'm just in a bad mood today. I don’t mean to take it out on you princess." He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead before sitting on the couch.

"No problem. Thanks for taking care of my leg." She rose in a graceful motion and walked over to the DVD player. The screen went black for a few moments before the words
An Affair to Remember
rolled across the screen.

"You're going to torture me with a chick flick now? Isn’t that something girls only do to their boyfriends?"

Mara looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out. "You're practically my boyfriend anyway. You take me out to dinner, you fix stuff when it breaks and you're the one I call when I see a bug. The only thing you don’t do is…" She quickly looked away. Her cheeks flushed pink.

"I’ll just go get the food now." She rushed into the kitchen.

The only thing you don't do is make love to me.

The thought hung in the air as palpably as if she'd spoken it aloud. Trent dropped his head into his hands and sighed. He really hoped Mara wasn't in a chatty mood. Because if their conversation went back to boyfriend duties, he feared he'd give her a demonstration of
exactly
what he could do for her.

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CHAPTER 1

“Aren’t you even a little excited? This is a huge account.” Mya scowled when Milo just sat back in his desk chair, his long, tapered legs stretched beneath his desk. His perfectly tailored suit was more than likely an original from one of New York’s latest designers. As if he needed it. The man could wear coveralls made from a potato sack and look as if he’d just stepped off a runway in Milan.

Just one more reason he got on her nerves.

“I’m ecstatic. I’m just hiding it deep down inside.” He smiled at Mya’s sudden snort. “Besides, girlish enthusiasm doesn’t sell clothes. Sophistication and style does.” He crossed his arms behind his head leisurely. The pose only emphasized the size of his biceps beneath the tailored dress shirt.

“Whatever you say, Milo.” His thick, dark hair was slightly mussed and he’d loosened his tie and freed the top two buttons on his shirt. She could see just a hint of smooth, tanned skin beneath the blue material.

“You’ve got everyone in the agency calling me that. Until I met you people always called me Tony. There have been a few brave souls willing to risk their health and call me Milton.” His blue eyes dropped to her lips for a moment before he met her gaze again. He laughed softly when she didn’t respond.

Mya glanced away, her cheeks hot, embarrassed to have been caught ogling him yet again. They’d both started at Southern Star Advertising in Atlanta five years ago and had immediately become “friendly enemies”. They’d shared everything from ideas to pizza and cases of Red Bull. He had quickly become her best friend as well as her biggest competitor. They had routinely stolen the best clients and campaigns from under each other’s noses at every turn and laughed about it afterward. He was just as driven as she was and fully understood her hunger to succeed. She would have done anything for him. Then she’d gone and ruined everything.

She’d fallen in love with him.

When she’d received a job offer from an innovative new agency it had seemed as if it were fate. She’d left Atlanta and come to Washington D.C. determined to make a new start. Mirage Advertising had been great to her and the owner James Lawson had treated her with the utmost respect.

Until he’d done the unthinkable and hired Milo.

Now he was here in her safe haven, disturbing her peace and shaking up everything she’d spent the last year trying to build. Despite moving over six hundred miles she was still in the same place. In love with a man she could never hope to have.

“The LaVin group might not be seriously looking for new representation.” Milo uncrossed his arms and sat up. He absently straightened a few papers on the top of his desk. “I wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you.”

“But if they are…” Mya grinned at the idea.

“I’m reserving judgment until after the meeting tomorrow.” Milo rolled his eyes.

* * * * *

Milo leaned over her, every muscle in his body straining beneath his golden skin. Mya had the perfect angle to admire him, the strong lines of his back, the smooth column of his throat as he tasted her breasts, the rich dark spill of his hair, a stunning contrast to the caramel tone of her skin. His mouth was an inferno as he followed the curve of her waist to the hidden spot between her hip and her thigh, the spot guaranteed to make her crazy.

“Open your legs for me. Yes that’s it. Open those pretty thighs.” Milo lifted his head to look at her, his normally blue eyes dark, predatory as he watched her spread her legs. Once she lay open before him, he simply looked his fill, his gaze hot on her naked skin.

Mya flushed as he watched her, sure that he could hear the heavy cadence of her heart, could sense the wetness in the deepest part of her. How many years had she longed for him, ached to feel his touch? She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, savoring every glide of his fingers across her skin. She wanted him, wanted him to touch her and fill her until she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t remember all the reasons this was a bad idea. Then suddenly his hands were everywhere at once, worshiping her body and when he finally cupped her where she throbbed for him, she creamed all over his hand.

“You’re so wet.” He swiped two fingers through her heat and brought them to his mouth, his lids drifting closed as he tasted her. Mya shivered as embarrassment and desire flowed through her in equal measures. Suddenly shy, she tried to close her legs but he held her open with a strong hand on her thigh as he continued to stroke her. His fingers played a gentle tune on the slick skin of her opening, her pussy contracting almost to the point of pain. His eyes burned as he looked down at her as if memorizing her body’s every angle and curve. Then he leaned down and covered her with his mouth.

“Oh my god. Milo…” Mya closed her eyes, afraid if she watched the heady temptation of Milo between her thighs she would come instantly and this unbelievable pleasure would end. Then he did something sinful with his tongue and her eyes flew open as a sudden wave of need crashed over her, his name flying from her lips like a prayer.

“Yes, say my name. Before it’s over you’ll scream it. Scream for me, Mya.” He looked up at her, his full lips wet with the evidence of her desire. “I want to hear you beg me to take you, to fuck you, to fill you. I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, desperate for him, frantic with her need. “You’re the only one. Only you, for so long it’s been only you.”

He turned away from her and she heard his voice as if from far away. He was speaking again, but what was he saying? He sounded odd suddenly, his voice resonating as if it were an echo inside a tin can…

“Mya, you’d better get your ass in here. James is going postal.”

Mya woke with a start and looked around wildly, her body thrumming, her breasts heavy. She was alone in bed with only the tangled sheets between her legs for company.

The voice she thought she’d imagined blared from her answering machine in the front hallway. She scrambled to get out of bed, tripped in the bed linens and crashed to the floor. She hopped up and hobbled across the polished hardwood to the cordless phone on her dresser. “Hello, hello?”

“James is going to kill you. Did you forget the LaVin account meeting this morning?”

“Crap, crap,
crap
.” Oversleeping on a normal day was one thing, but tardiness on the morning they expected a visit from a potential client, especially one as important as Italian designer Andre Lavin, was unthinkable. This was just one more thing for Milo to needle her about.

“How pissed is James, on a scale of one to ten?”

“Does infinity count?” Milo laughed as she cursed and the rumble of his baritone caused skitters of sensations up and down Mya’s spine. It reminded her of her dream when he commanded her to open her legs for him, as he told her to say his name…

“Mya! Did you fall asleep again?” He was definitely laughing at her now.

“Ooh, this is all your fault!” Mya raced to her closet and yanked out a skirt and blouse before dropping to the floor to rummage for shoes. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the closet mirror and squeaked in surprise. Her curly black hair was flying in every direction and she had a huge crease down the side of her face where her cheek had pressed against the pillow. Nice.

“How is it my fault that you can’t get up on time? It’s not as if I kept you up all night.”

Mya sighed as she rubbed the side of her face. If he knew how prominent a role he played in keeping her awake all night she’d never be able to look him in the face again.

“You have no idea. Tell James I’ll be there within the hour.”

* * * * *

“You two ready to present?” James, Mirage Advertising’s president and founder, stuck his head in the room and looked between them anxiously. His short gray hair stood on end as if he’d been running his hands through it. “Mr. Lavin is already here and he brought several members of his board with him.”

“Are you serious? I thought this was just a meet and greet. I don’t have storyboards or photos.” Mya hopped off the desk and watched in disbelief as Milo calmly pulled several folders from one of the cabinets in his desk.

“I know, I know but apparently he likes people who can think on their feet.” James inclined his head apologetically before retreating.

“You have folders and…notes!” Mya strode over to Milo’s desk and snatched the papers from his hands, shocked to see the opening lines of a pitch written in his precise cursive handwriting.

“While you were getting your beauty sleep this morning, some of us were actually working. This account is mine so you might as well forget it.” He pried the note cards from her fingers. “This is really more my kind of thing anyway.”

“You arrogant prick. You assume James will assign this to you just because you’re a diva who spends too much money on clothes?”

Milo shook his finger at her as he gathered his materials. “Tsk tsk, Miss Taylor. That attitude is why I’m a shoo-in for this account. You don’t even wear designer clothes so how can you design an ad campaign for them?”