Stolen (The Madame X School of Sex) (6 page)

“I don’t wear crotchless panties either but I designed a killer campaign for Peek-a-Boo Lingerie. It’s the same thing. Well, the same concept anyway.”

He stopped suddenly and she collided with the broad planes of his back. Before he stepped away she felt the muscles tighten and bunch beneath her hands.

“Can we please not talk about panties? I need to concentrate.” When he turned, Mya suddenly found her hands on his shoulders, her breasts crushed against his chest.

His eyes widened as he looked down. The tops of his cheeks turned pink before he sucked in a loud breath and backed up a step. “Stop trying to distract me.”

“Is it working?” Mya sighed when he shook his head. She wasn’t Milo’s type, she knew that. There was nothing “femme fatale” about her. But it would still be nice to get some kind of reaction from him when he accidentally got a peek down her shirt.

“Nothing will keep me from getting this account.”

“You wanna bet?” Mya laughed as soon as the words left her mouth. God, how juvenile did she sound? She needed to take these last moments to get her thoughts together, not spend it arguing with Milo. Somehow though she couldn’t get her feet to point in the direction of the door.

“Okay. Let’s make a deal. The winner pays for pizza. Wait, did I bring cash today?” He smiled when she gritted her teeth at him. “Okay, fine. The loser can buy the pie, does it really matter?”

Mya crossed her arms, mainly to keep herself from brushing the hair off his forehead. The thick strands were black as charcoal and looked soft as raw silk. If it was still as soft as she remembered, she was in trouble. She squeezed her hands against her body. If she allowed herself to touch him so intimately she might not be able to stop. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. What the hell was she doing? The man had women lined up around the block. Not exactly good relationship material, even if she was his type.

What if you don’t want a relationship? What if you just want one night?

Mya stopped for a moment, the sudden, shocking thought ringing through her head. Could she do that? Could she have him for just one night without getting attached? She tightened her thighs against a sudden, throbbing ache.

“Damn, I’m glad I wore this suit today. Especially the tie. I’m sure Mr. Lavin will appreciate an ad executive who wears his clothes.” Milo grabbed his suit jacket from the hanger on the back of the door and ran his fingers through his hair. When he tucked his shirt in, he had to readjust his slacks. Mya could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material and almost swallowed her tongue. Damn.

“You’re so sure you’re going to win, aren’t you? You won’t even consider the fact that I might be the better candidate for this.”

“Mya, sweetie, no offense but you’re in way over your head.” He held up his hands in defense when she swatted at him.

“Oh you think so? Well,
when
I win I want more than pizza.”

Milo perched on the edge of his desk and held out his hands in surrender. “Okay. Anything you want. Name it and it’s yours.”

Mya wasn’t sure how to respond. This was Milo. They were best friends. She’d always been able to tell him anything. But what if she told him she wanted hot, wet, dirty sex and he said “no thanks”? Besides, Milo usually dated the blonde bombshell type. Mya considered herself more the “a little too curvy, a little too short, brunette as dirt” type.

“I’d love to make you my slave for a day. You can answer my phone, do my filing and I’m sure I can find some expense reports for you to fill out.”

Milo caught her arm and tugged until she came to stand between his legs. This close she could feel the soft wash of his breath on her cheek. What was he doing? If he knew how close he was to being assaulted, he would stay far away. Then he turned his head and brushed his lips against hers. The kiss only lasted a moment, but Mya felt it clear down to her toes.

“Milo? What are you doing?”

“I’m kissing you. You taste like plums.” He captured her lips again, more firmly this time, using her squeak of surprise to gain entry to her mouth. He anchored her against him with a firm hand at the back of her head until she stopped resisting, the tension melting from her limbs like butter left out in the sun.

Shocked, all she could do was lean against him, boneless, as he deepened the kiss. He stroked in and out, making love to her mouth, sucking on her tongue and even biting her lips gently. Every little nip sent a wash of heat through her, soaking her panties. When one hand snuck down and pressed against her mound through the fabric of her skirt, Mya’s eyes popped open. She was about to have an orgasm in the middle of his office with the door wide open for anyone walking by to see.

“Milo, what is going on?”

He leaned forward and gave one last soft lick to her bottom lip before gently pushing her away so there was about a foot of space between them.

“What were we talking about?” He raked a hand through his hair and adjusted the edges of his jacket so it hid the bulge of his erection. Mya flushed and looked away when their eyes met.

“The bet. I was…uh…saying that when I win you have to be my slave for the day. You have to do all the grunt work and clean out my desk.” Mya tried to recapture the bravado she’d felt earlier but all she could think of was his taste. She’d been on the verge of coming against his hand and he was talking about a stupid bet.
Oh god, maybe I just hallucinated that entire thing.

“Mya, when I get this account, you won’t be my slave for a day. You’ll be my slave for a night. All night.”

“What?” Mya’s nipples hardened, almost to the point of pain, at his words. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying we can’t be just friends any more. I want you. All of you. Tonight.” Milo spoke softly but when he looked up at her she could see the strain behind his lake blue eyes, the effort it cost him to speak so calmly. He really meant what he said. Milo was hot for her.

Wait a minute. Milo was hot for her?

“Oh I get it, this is your idea of a joke, right?” Mya choked against the small knot in her throat. Milo probably felt sorry for her and figured he’d give her a sympathy fuck. “Well you can forget it. I don’t need your pity.”

Milo grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back against his chest. “Pity?” he spat. “Woman, you are going to drive me insane. There is nothing pitiful about what I want to do to you. Do you want to know exactly what I want? The raw, unedited version?” When she opened her mouth to answer, he put a finger against her lips. “Be very sure before you ask.”

Mya nodded, her eyes wide as he pulled her closer between his thighs. She could feel the granite-hard prod of his erection against her hip and she had to admit, his cock didn’t seem to feel pity toward her. She let out a gasp when he settled her so close that his lips brushed her ear, sending shock waves of pleasure through her body.

“I wish no one else would call me Milo because I only want to hear that name come from you. When you say it, you pucker those beautiful full lips the same way I imagine you would if you were sucking my cock. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined that right here at my desk, in meetings, even when I’m with clients? I can’t seem to purge you from my mind.” His breathing was ragged as he buried his face in her hair and inhaled, the contact sending sensual shivers down her spine.

“I want you naked. I want you open. I want to be so far inside you, you’ll never think to deny who you belong to. Anytime another man even looks at you I want to kill him. I want you to look at me with those big, exotic cat eyes and ask me to fuck you. With you, I want things I’ve never dreamed of.”

Mya gasped as he palmed her breast and plucked the tight nipple that pressed against his palm. The sweet, erotic agony of his words seared through her mind, igniting every secret fantasy she’d had about him since they’d met. It was as if he’d taken a peek into her dreams because everything he wanted was all she wanted and more.

“Whenever I see you walk away, I want you to come back, just so I can watch the sway of your luscious ass when you walk away again. I want to bend you over this desk, over the chair and over any surface I can. I want you, Mya. All of you.”

Mya looked up at him, his desire, his longing, his agony all clearly reflected in his eyes. She had imagined this so many times. She’d dreamed he would one day tell her he wanted her and that if that day came she would know exactly what to say and do. But at this all important moment, her throat closed up, her mind went blank and she did the first thing that came to her mind.

She ran.

CHAPTER 2

Milo chuckled as he watched Mya retreat from his office as if the very hounds of hell were on her heels. Her lush behind swayed beneath the fabric of her skirt and he bit the inside of his cheek, hoping the sharp pain would tame his raging erection. If he didn’t claim her soon, his mouth would be a bloody mess.

When had he started to see her as more than just his friend? He couldn’t even identify the moment when he looked into her eyes and saw more than Mya his competitor or Mya the pain in the ass. Now he found himself wondering if said pain in the ass had ever worn the peek-a-boo panties from the sexy campaign she’d designed.

Every woman he dated now struck him as so shallow and well, boring in comparison. None could tell him that DNA stood for deoxyribonucleic acid, and the NBA’s leading scorer, in the same breath and make it seem completely normal. None of them could amuse, exasperate and arouse him all at the same time. Only Mya.

“I can’t believe she ran.” Milo chuckled as he remembered the glazed look in Mya’s amber eyes when he’d told her his plans. It had been a gamble confessing how he felt, especially in such lurid detail, but he’d had a long time to imagine what he’d do to her if he had the chance, how he’d take her, the ways he’d make her scream. He loved to hear her say his name. Every time she said it he imagined her screaming it as he fucked her, as her pussy milked him until he was dry. He planned to feel her come around his cock as many times as possible this weekend because he had months of frustration built up where she was concerned.

“Milo? What are you waiting for? We’re all in the conference room.” James stood in the doorway and Milo wondered how long he’d been there.

“Oh. Sorry. I was just looking over my notes again.” He gathered his storyboards and followed James into the hallway. He needed to focus to pull this off and he
had
to pull this off. The stakes were too high for him to fail. Not only would he have his chance with Mya, but this account could cement his career and provide him with the foundation he needed to start his own advertising firm one day.

“You ready?” James stopped him with a hand on his shoulder and peered at him closely, taking in Milo’s stack of notes and folders. “You look ready but, I don’t know, something seems off with you today. Are you worried about Mya?”

“What about Mya? Is she okay?” Milo almost dropped his folders as he shifted closer to James. He’d debated the best way to approach her for months but caution hadn’t seemed to win him any points. He probably shouldn’t have told her how he felt right before they had a meeting with a major client but she’d given him the perfect opening with all that talk of him as her slave. Plus she’d looked so adorable with her ebony curls up in a messy ponytail and her gorgeous caramel skin flushing pink every time he caught her staring.

“Mya’s fine. I just meant, are you worried about her stealing this account from you? You know how resourceful she is.”

Milo let out his breath. “I’ve got this in the bag. Mya needs to be worried about me.” If everything went according to plan, he would finally have the delectable Mya Taylor in his bed in less than five hours. If she had a problem with being bound to his headboard for the next two days then she’d better come up with a kick-ass presentation because he wouldn’t be satisfied with just one night. Once he got her in his bed, he planned to keep her there as long as possible.

“You’ll do anything to win, won’t you? You’d really fuck over your best friend to get this account?” James chuckled and shook his head in mock dismay as he pushed open the door to the boardroom.

Milo choked and leaned against the outer door until the coughing fit passed. He shook his head wryly at his boss’s choice of words. “James, you have no idea.”

* * * * *

Mya gasped as she almost crashed into someone directly inside the boardroom. When her eyes took in exactly who she’d almost mowed over in her haste she wanted to sink into the floor.

“Mr. Lavin. I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Great. She’d hoped to slip into the room relatively unnoticed and now all eyes were on her.

“Oh it’s quite all right but actually my dear, it’s La Veeen. Only the clothing line is pronounced La Vin. We thought it would be easier for the American market to say.” Andre Lavin was tall and dark haired with thickly lashed steel gray eyes. He wore his black suit with a plain black collarless shirt underneath and managed to look both casually elegant, and sophisticated. It was a look that only European men seemed able to pull off.

Mya felt a rush of heat to her face as Milo chuckled behind her. She’d already screwed up and they hadn’t even started the presentation yet. The presentation for which she had absolutely… hmm… nothing.