Mia Jae - Lust, Lies and Tinsel Ties

His heart pounded in his throat. Thank God there was no one else in the room with whom he had to speak. He wasn’t sure he could. All he could do, however, was stand and stare.

The obvious item that caught his attention was the skimpy red Santa dress trimmed in white fur-and the woman wearing it. The boots, why yes, those were quite the thing, as well. Sleek and sexy and screaming “come fuck me” at the top of their lungs. The long mane of almost jet black hair that swung over her shoulder was the piece of the picture that made his chest clutch in addled surprise. The bronzed and dewy skin of her long legs made him think of only one thing-a perfect passage to the nectar of the gods. Her thighs gave way to a luscious round derrière that peeked out from beneath that fur-lined skirt each time she bent to pull out a dish or put one in.

His gut quivered.

She stood and he got the full profile effect.

“No.” The word whooshed out on a breath before he could drag it back.

Bree sensed, more than heard, the one word exclamation of angst that filled the room around her. Slowly, she rotated to her rear, and immediately caught site of the man standing behind her.

Her entire being trilled at the sight of him, and suddenly it all came back in a whoosh…

She tapped her pencil on her desk top, keeping rhythm with the nervous kick of her leg beneath it. Leaning toward the two men, she feigned attention on both but was totally fixated on the tall, dark-headed man who sat to her left. And he, it appeared, was giving off come-hither vibes like nobody’s business.

“So you’re looking for something in the mountains?”

“I’d actually prefer downtown,” the sandy-haired one remarked. Drawing her gaze away, she focused on this man for a moment. “A condo would be best,” he offered. “Small and efficient. Perhaps an outside deck area but nothing elaborate. Good lighting, natural, at least in one room, for my studio.”

“What do you consider small?” she asked.

“Thirty-five hundred square feet, or about.”

Handsome, sexy, and rich. Nice combo. And there were two of them.

The way-too-viral man to his left cleared his throat and leaned closer. “That’s his preference. Not necessarily mine. If you’re asking for our wish lists, yes, I do prefer the mountains. The east side, of course, looking down over the Turquoise Trail. Something sprawling and authentic that reeks of the Southwest. A great view. A pool would be nice. Guest quarters for when the families come to visit, should they visit, and so on.”

Bree swallowed and kept tapping her pencil against the Plexiglas desk top. She glanced from one man to another. The dark-headed one-what was his name? Oh yes. Jake. Jake Baldwin-appeared engrossed with her. She licked her lips and found it difficult to sit still in her seat. “So in other words the two of you are at an impasse.”

“No,” Jake scooted even closer and laid a hand over her tapping pencil and fingers. Her knee stopped jerking. “Where we are at, is that you will find something that comprises both our needs.” He grinned, and Bree felt an electric current spark from his eyes and make a beeline straight for her pussy. Dammit. These two men were a couple, and she was getting so turned on by that. What the hell?

But his eyes…the lightest shade of blue, and the contrast of his inky black hair. The combination was spell-binding and, shit, yes, she was captivated.

He continued, “We need for you to be our common ground, Ms. Conner. The bridge between us, so to speak. We trust you.”

Between them. She glanced from one highly potent male specimen to another. They both oozed sexuality and pure, unadulterated maleness. They were a couple. Gay, she supposed, or bi-sexual?

Why was she feeling like this?

Not to mention that the heat from his palm, still tented over hers, felt erotic as hell, and somehow protective at the same time. She glanced down. Was his thumb caressing hers?

“I see I have my work cut out for me.”

He cast a sly smile her way. “That, you do.” Then breaking away, he stood. “May I borrow your restroom?”

“Of course.” She stood as well. “Down the hall and to the left.”

He nodded and headed that way.

Ginger swept in at that moment. “I found those listings,” she began, sitting beside the sandy-haired client. “Let’s see how you like some of these.”

Carson nodded and reached for the files.

Bree glanced down the hall.

No. She shouldn’t.

“Excuse me.”

Her heels clicked down the ceramic tile hallway. Loud. Her small, private office sat across the hall from the single bathroom. Pausing in the doorway, her hands resting on the casing, she cast a sideways glance. The fine hairs at her neck stood erect.

She swiveled on the ball of her foot.

He stood framed in the opposite doorway, a question on his face that must have rivaled the one on her own. Her heart banged against her chest as she stepped across the hallway.

He pulled her inside with one swift motion. The door clicked shut behind them. He locked it and crowded her up against it.

She moaned as he covered her mouth with his firm, wet lips and kissed her. Hard.

His hands wandered, bunching up the hem of her dress; the heat of his fingers scorched her inner thigh as they inched toward her center.

Breaking away with a gasp, she took his face into her hands and searched his face. In the next instant, she lunged forward and plunged her tongue into his mouth. Passion raced through her, and every nerve-ending in her body felt alive with anticipation-and desire-as they sloppily and hungrily tasted each other.

He pushed her skirt up around her waist and curled a finger around her thong, jerking downward. She tugged his shirt out of his trousers.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

“Yes.” The single word came from deep in his throat and echoed her urgency.

“Fuck me.”

“Yes.”

Her hands worked over his fly and boxers as she unveiled his glorious cock. She gasped and took it in her palm, curling her fingers around his velvet smoothness, thumbing over his throbbing maleness. “Oh, my god…” He was, indeed, scrumptious. Long and thick, with a massive head that promised pleasure.

He turned her against the door in one rough, insistent move, then raised her hands over her head. One of his large hands held her wrists tight while the other slid down her back, over her ass, and slipped between her thighs.

Slowly, he dragged a finger into her slit and backwards up between her ass cheeks. Then again. Shivering at his touch, she squirmed against his hand. “More,” she whimpered.

“Goddamn you are hot and wet. Spread for me.”

She arched her back and pushed her ass toward him. His fingers plunged into her. She pushed her shoulders into the door for leverage and groaned.

Heightened passion gripped her as he stroked.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Hurry.” They’d already been gone several minutes. Would anyone notice? In her mind’s eye, she could see him large and engorged behind her, waiting to plunge himself…

He did as she asked.

The length of his silky cock sank into her; she exhaled in exquisite pleasure. He covered her body with his and pushed slowly in and out, both his hands now above her head, laying flat over her arms and hands, holding her there. She was trapped between the door and the hard plane of his body, impaled by his firm flesh and one helluva decadent cock.

She lost all sense of time and place.

Jake groaned and repeatedly pumped into her, over and over again.

“Oh god, don’t stop,” she whispered.

“I could fuck your ass forever,” he breathed.

“Do it.”

His lips were at her ear, his breath moist and warm. “Your pussy is as good as I thought…knew…”