The opera house was absolutely stunning. Mia sat down in the plush red velvet seat Beau directed her to in a box high above the stage. There were four seats here, two in front and two behind, but since they were the only ones attending, she would have a fabulous view and not have to worry about anyone talking in the two empty seats behind her.Her eyes wandered along the magnificent theater. The building was over a century old, but it was so well kept, she felt as if she’d stepped back in time. Intricate carvings decorated the various viewing boxes as well as the railings along the wall. The wallpaper was textured and had an ivy pattern that seemed to meld into the stucco of the wall itself. On either side of the stage, long, red velvet curtains that matched the seat she was poised on were held back by golden cords, another curtain beyond that hiding the stage.“Are you comfortable?” Beau asked in a near whisper, a pleasant smile on his face. He looked incredibly handsome in an Armani
If it had been up to Beau, he would’ve left the opera at intermission. Mia looked absolutely stunning in the new dress he’d gotten her. She had no idea he’d actually left work early to go shopping to pick it out himself. From the diamond earrings to her heels, he’d picked every item, thinking of her the whole time. As excited as he’d been to see her in the gown, imagining taking it off of her had been his primary vision.As he’d sat there, watching her so enthralled by the love story before her, it was all he could do to keep his hands off of her. His heart had been pounding in his chest, his breathing staggered, as he took her in. She was even more beautiful than the well-known lead actress on the stage below them. Beau had never seen a woman more gorgeous than the one sitting next to him.As aroused as he was by her, always, other thoughts had come to mind as he waited for the opera to end. Mia was more than just a beautiful face. She was kind, loving, caring, intelligent, everythin
Mia’s fingers dug into the bedspread, the silk slipping and sliding as she did her best to anchor her body on the mattress. The feel of Beau’s tongue between her legs, licking and lapping, plunging deep inside of her, his teeth nipping at her nub, had her writhing in pleasure. If his hands hadn’t been pressing her knees apart and holding her down, she might’ve flown up off of the bed.Waves of rapture continued to wash over her as Mia tossed her head back and moaned. “Oh, God, Beau!” Her fingers plied through his hair, tangling and pulling as she both wanted more and thought she needed him to stop before she completely came undone. Every muscle in her body tensed, her pussy spasming around his tongue. “Please… Beau… please….”“Please what, baby?” His breath was warm on her electrified skin. He didn’t lift his head to ask the question, but he did slow his lapping, working along her folds, dangerously close to reigniting the flame in her core.She wasn’t sure how to answer the question.
After a night of tossing and turning and hardly getting any sleep at all, Mia got out of bed long before any alarm went off. Careful not to wake Beau, she crept over to the drawer he’d given her in his dresser and pulled out an outfit, yoga pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt, put them on, and crept to the closer to get a pair of tennis shoes she’d left there a few weeks ago.Beau’s breathing was still even. He was so handsome, lying there on the bed, one arm tucked beneath the pillow, the other across his chest. He’d told her that he loved her. How could any woman be anything but over the moon for such a man? Yet, here she was, an hour or so before he would wake, gathering up her gown and the other items she’d worn to the opera, preparing to head downstairs and catch a rideshare back to her apartment.It wasn’t that she didn’t love him, too. In her heart, she knew she did. But the entire situation was so complicated, so overwhelming, she wasn’t sure what to do. It would be impossible fo
An overwhelming feeling that something had changed was nagging at Beau’s conscious before he even opened his eyes. It was an unsettling feeling, the sort he’d had only a few times in his life, like when his nana had passed away. The next morning it had taken him a few moments to remember, yet the dread had been there, waiting for his mind to catch up. As he rolled over to check the time, he remembered that Mia should be in his bed. But she wasn’t.Wiping his hand down his face and running his fingers through his hair, Beau let out a sigh. He’d told her he loved her. Like a buffoon, he’d let it slip from between his lips. Not that it wasn’t true, but it was too early. She clearly didn’t feel that way about him. Despite how much they enjoyed each other’s company, both in and out of the bedroom, she wasn’t ready to be in a relationship with him. She’d made that abundantly clear more than once. Now, he’d gone and ruined everything, and by the looks of it, he wouldn’t be getting another ch
Mia sat behind her desk, staring blankly at her computer, thinking of Beau and his confession of love from the night before, going over her conversation with William. Speaking to one of Sam’s former secretaries sounded like a good idea on paper, but was she ready for that? What if she said horrible things about her boss? Mia wasn’t prepared to hear them because then she might be compelled to let him go—and she wanted more, even if it was so very wrong.According to the calendar, Sam would not be in for lunch, so she needn’t worry about ordering anything or rushing to make sure she got it to him on time. She’d been tempted to be late recently, wanting him to punish her. He had a way of making pain feel unbelievably pleasurable. The compulsion to be the perfect secretary kept her from going through with it. Eventually, she’d likely make a mistake again, and then she’d be reminded of what happened when one crossed Sam Whitaker.She literally had nothing to do except to wait for Sam to ca
The restaurant Emily suggested wasn’t nearly as fancy as the one they’d gone to when Mia had first started working at Whitaker and Whitaker, but it was still nice. It was only a few blocks away from the office, so they’d walked, which was pleasant. The air wasn’t as fresh as Mia was used to back home, but it still helped to clear her head a little.Seated across from Emily at a table near the window, she could see lots of business people hustling by, trying to get back to their offices before their lunch breaks were over. Mia didn’t have to worry about that. Her boss wasn’t in, and she had nothing to do. She doubted Emily would have to hurry either. She couldn’t imagine Beau getting angry at her for being late. An image of Beau punishing Emily the way that Sam punished Mia came to mind, and she had to press it aside before she became angry or jealous of Emily for no reason.“So, how are you liking your job?” Emily asked, her tone conveying innocence. She took a sip of the water with l
Standing in front of Mia’s apartment door, Beau’s stomach was in knots. He felt like a high schooler, picking up a pretty girl for their first date, not like a thirty-three-year-old billionaire waiting for a woman he’d been dating for weeks to come to the door. His palms were sweaty, and he was pretty sure any sort of pungent odor would send whatever was left in his stomach from a late lunch spewing all over the dismal carpet in the hallway.When she came to the door, looking as gorgeous as ever in an emerald green dress, her hair up and the necklace he’d given her draped around her elegant neck, his breath caught in his throat. “Hi.” Mia arched an eyebrow at him waiting for him to respond to her greeting.Beau took a deep breath. “Hi. You look… amazing.”“Thanks.” Her eyes dropped to the bouquet of antique roses in various shades of pinks, reds, and whites, in his hand and then flittered back up to his eyes. “Are those for me?”“Oh, yeah. Of course.” He thrust them at her a little to
Mia Eason set the phone down in its cradle and glanced over the paperwork in front of her. Everything was in order, and she was ready to go into the conference room to present her marketing campaign to one of the biggest clients her new company had ever acquired. If she could sink this account, Whitaker and Eason would be on the map.Three years after she’d quit working as Sam Whitaker’s secretary, she and her fiancé, Beau, had decided it was time for them to start their own marketing agency. It had been difficult for her to leave her job at Reggie Smith’s company, Smith and Associates. She’d been so happy working for him for almost three years between the time that she quit Whitaker and Whitaker. Reggie had really taken her under his wing and taught her everything she needed to know about being a successful marketer in such a large market. She’d finished her degree and quickly climbed the ranks at Smith and Associates. Even though Beau had helped her get the job in the first place, t
Mia’s entire body was vibrating, her head fuzzy, and she didn’t know how much more she could take from Sam’s contraption when she heard the door opening. Her eyes were slitted as she looked up, assuming it was him, coming to do more to her. In a way, she would welcome the human contact, even if she didn’t think she could handle anyone touching her most sensitive parts now. They were swollen and so delicate, she wasn’t even sure she could manage to sit quietly behind her desk, given the opportunity to do so.Sam was moving quickly as he turned the machine off, causing the vibrations streaming down the wires attached to her nipples and nub to stop. He removed the giant dildo from inside of her as well. Mia’s body continued to feel as if she were being assaulted. She lay back on the netting, trying to still herself and draw a deep breath into her lungs.The voice she heard wasn’t Sam’s though, and when she realized there were two men in the room, and the other one was Beau, she immediat
His brother was pissed. It was clear to Sam that Beau suspected what he’d done to Mia, despite his best attempts to keep his temper under control in front of the clients seated next to them in the conference room.Sam couldn’t help but flash a devilish grin. If only Beau could see his beautiful girlfriend now, her legs spread wide as Sam’s machine fucked her brains out. He would come unhinged. That’s what happened when his little brother tried to play with fire, though. Of course, he’d get burned. For Beau to think that he could possibly attempt to steal Mia away from him was absolutely ridiculous.Beau left the room under the guise of going to get his secretary, Emily, to bring in the coffee he had suggested, but Sam was fairly certain Beau just needed a moment to attempt to compose himself. It would be fun to watch Beau’s futile attempts to keep himself calm while they met with the representatives from Seleka Enterprises. Beau would do his best to rush through so he could confront h
“Thanks a lot for your help, Reggie,” Beau said, hanging up his cell phone. With a satisfied smile, he stared out the window at the fabulous view of Chicago for a few minutes. Finally, everything was starting to come together.A light knock on his door let him know Emily had arrived to get him for his meeting. “Come in,” he said, still smiling.Emily breezed in the door, holding the files he’d be needing. “Good morning, Beau. Here are the reports you asked for and—what has gotten into you?” She stopped, staring at him, her eyes wide as she giggled.“Huh? Oh, nothing. I just… got some good news. That’s all.”“Well, I hope it has to do with Mia. We really had a nice time the other night at dinner. She’s such a wonderful person. It’s really too bad she has to work for Sam.”“Hopefully, that won’t be the case for too much longer,” he said, standing and taking the files from his secretary. “I just heard from my friend Reggie. He owns a marketing firm down the street.”“The one Mia applied
Still sore from the intense pounding Sam had given her, Mia watched as Sam readied whatever he had in store for her next. She wasn’t certain what all of the contraptions he’d assembled on a stand near the web she was still attached to might be, but one of them was a giant dildo the likes of which she’d never seen before. It made even Sam’s enormous member look underwhelming. Was he intending for her to take all of that in? Would it even fit?Sam attached the phallic shaped item to some sort of machine and brought it closer to her, not putting it inside of her—not yet, anyway. Then, he took two clips attached to long cords which were plugged into the machine and pulled them over to her, walking around to the side of the web as he did so.They were nipple clasps, that much she recognized. Her tits were still erect from all of his sucking. When he attached the cold metal pieces to them, it stung. He didn’t tighten them, which Mia thought might be a good thing, though she had no idea what
Looking around Sam’s forbidden lair, Mia wasn’t sure what to think. She had no idea it was as large a room as it was. Not that it was huge, but for a secret room tucked inside of the walls of an office building, it was bigger than she’d imagined. All sorts of contraptions and furniture pieces were set about, most of them oddly shaped. Mia couldn’t imagine what Sam used some of them for. She had a feeling she was about to find out when it came to at least one of them.He tugged on her arm to get her moving, but he didn’t have to yank hard to get her to go. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t curious to find out what he had in mind. Her throat still burned a little from the deep throat fucking, but she was wet and quaking to feel him inside of her.Sam led her to what looked like a spider’s web hung in the middle of the room. “Lie down,” he snapped. She wasn’t sure how she would even mount the apparatus. It looked as if it might not even hold her weight. But with his prodding, she grabbed hold o
Mia blinked at Mr. Whitaker twice, not sure she understood what he was saying. The way he was staring at her, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of longing and hate, a ripple of fear coursed down her spine.She’d just handed in her resignation. If he had bothered to read the letter, he’d know that she’d said she’d give him two weeks to find a replacement, but she didn’t have to do that—did she? She’d worked past the time in her contract that said she’d have to pay the money back she’d borrowed at the beginning if she quit. She could walk out of his office right that moment, and there was nothing at all that he could do about it.But she didn’t want to do that, not when his eyes were burning holes through her. She knew that, in the mood he was currently in, anything he’d do to her would take her to the brink of ecstasy, that the mix of pleasure and pain would be unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.Besides, she’d never intended to quit cold turkey, to simply walk away from S
Being back in the office Monday morning was therapeutic for Sam. He hated going out of town, especially in a rush. When one of his most important clients had called late Thursday evening insisting that he come to his headquarters the next morning, he’d had no choice but to drop everything and go, even if he didn’t want to.Now, sitting behind his desk, he was glad to be back in Chicago, glad to be in the office. He had a ton of work to do since he’d spent too much time entertaining Greg while he was visiting and not enough time paying attention to his other clients. He definitely needed to devote most of the work day to getting caught up on emails and returning phone calls.But he wouldn’t be able to do that right away because his ability to focus was seriously jeopardized at the moment. He’d had quite a few good looking women over the weekend, but none of them were able to put out the fire burning inside of him. Only one woman could do that. Until Sam had his fill of Mia, he wouldn’t
Lying on her back, a blindfold tied tightly over her eyes, her hands cuffed to the bed above her head, both of her ankles spread wide and chained to the foot of the bed, Mia struggled for air. A few days ago, she would’ve never guessed Beau was capable of making her feel this way, but now that he had her secured so tightly to the bed she could hardly move, spread so wide he could surely see all the way to her soul, she knew he was just as capable of taking her over the edge as Sam was, and in many ways, possibly even more capable. After all, Beau knew how to make her feel both sexy dirty and cherished, something Sam never had a handle on.Beau’s tongue swirled around her most sensitive area as he pulled, licked, sucked, and nipped her. Her pussy was already drenched with her own juices, but having his mouth there had her arching her back as best she could with such limited movement, trying to suck air into her lungs. Her muscles spasmed around his face, and all she could get out of h