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did.”
    “Wicked girl. You turn me into a mad man, Mia. I should have
bent you over my desk months ago.”
    Damian reached for my hair, tugged it out of his restraints
so that it fell in red waves across my shoulders. He grabbed a handful of it
and pulled, tugged, forced my head up and my back to sway. Then he released and
stroked my spine, working himself into a rhythm, pounding a few times before
thrusting again all the way. And it was too much, all of it too much. I
collapsed to my elbows and buried my face into the carpet, knelt before him in
supplication.
    My submission was his undoing. He went up on one knee and
drove me down into the floor. He took a handful of my breasts and began humping
my pussy, pushing deep, deep inside of me and staying there, quacking and
jerking until he was nearly there and when I came, when I came violently screaming his name, he whipped out and pumped his come all over my ass and it
felt so fucking filthy and gorgeous.
    I collapsed fully onto the carpet, gasping at air and
shaking in the after bursts flaring from my pussy. He fell over me, hands on
either side of my body, and held himself like my protection from the world
while I rode them out.
    When I stilled he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing at
all and carried me into the bedroom, into the master bath which was still
bigger than my apartment and set me perched on the edge of the sunken tub big
enough for four. He started the shower, let the steam heat the room, and
reverently began undoing my garter and unrolling my stockings. I smiled
watching him because the savage man fucking me was gone, replaced with someone
very gentle, expertly loving. When I was well and truly naked, he picked me up
and carried me into the shower and we washed each other as lovers. And we
kissed. We kissed like teenagers, me pressed against the wall, clumsy because
we both trembled every time we touched each other, leaving lingering, chaste
kisses all over each other’s faces.
    He dried me off and put me in a terry cloth robe and left to
change in the bedroom. I brushed and dried my hair and wondered – wondered for
the first time how far this would go. How far it could go.
    Damian wasn’t in the bedroom so I ran out into the living
room like a little girl, loving the feel of the robe against my naked body and
the carpet against my toes and slid to a halt before Todd McKinley and his
friend Henry. They both froze seeing me and for a moment we just stared in
terror.
    “Mr. McKinley,” I murmured and still, still his eyes went
down my body, lingering on my robe tie.
    “Mia,” he moaned softly.
    “Are you talking to someone…” Damian appeared from a doorway
and slowed, his whole body going tense because this, this could be very bad. We
both knew it, we all knew it. If Todd thought he’d been played by pushing me on
him only to end up in Damian’s room, it could all be destroyed.
    “Todd,” he said smoothly. He didn’t have a shirt on and I
didn’t think he had any underwear on beneath his slightly too-big sweat pants.
“What can I do for you?”
    “The door was open,” he explained, but he didn’t take his
eyes off my body. “I came to discuss the contract. I…am not sure, what to…it’s
just this isn’t my area of expertise.” He swallowed and I didn’t know what came
over me, later I wouldn’t be able to explain what came over me, when I took a
hesitant step forward.
    “Is there anything I can do to help cement your decision,
Mr. McKinley?”
    There was such silence that when I took another step you
could hear my naked skin sigh against the robe’s soft fabric. Todd’s breath
hitched and his chest betrayed his heartbeat.
    Damian appeared close to my side and reached down, slid his
hand beneath the belt of my robe and loosened the knot so that the ties fell
apart and my robe opened enough for all of them to see up my thigh, over my
bare hip to the swell of one breast. My nipple was still red and sore from
Damian’s