Rush

fact that she was his? And being his didn’t include crawling out of his bed the
     minute the orgasm was over.
    “Call your roommate and have her prepare you an overnight bag. I’ll send a car for
     it and you can ride in to work with me tomorrow.”
    Mia’s expression became troubled. “How is that going to look if we show up to work
     together?”
    His frown deepened. “It won’t look like anything other than we met for breakfast to
     discuss your employment and we came in to work together.”
    She went silent but nodded.
    “Use the phone by the bed and call Caroline.”
    He loosened his hold so she could roll away, and he watched for a long moment, letting
     his gaze roam over her bare back and her rounded ass. God, she was beautiful.
    Forcing his stare away from her, he turned to grab his cell, and while she spoke in
     low tones in the background to her roommate, he placed a quick call to his driver
     and gave him instructions to pick up Mia’s things from her apartment.
    When he turned back over, Mia was sitting up on the bed, her expression still one
     of uncertainty and awkwardness.
    What he wanted to do was pull her underneath him and plunge into her. He was hard
     as a rock, and the sheets were bunched around his waist, so at least she couldn’t
     see just how aroused he was. Not that she wouldn’t know very soon. And yet, he didn’t
     want to haul her underneath him just now. And he couldn’t even explain that particular
     thought since his overwhelming need was to get back inside her—as soon as he could
     part those gorgeous thighs and bare that pretty pussy of hers.
    If it were any other woman he’d either take his pleasure or suggest they both sleep,
     and he’d turn away, isolating himself from any intimacy. But with Mia he found he
     had other…needs.Needs he didn’t even understand. Nor did he particularly want to analyze them or dig
     too deep. He wasn’t certain he’d like what he discovered.
    “Come here,” he said, offering his arm so she could lie as she’d done before.
    Mia pulled the covers up and snuggled into his side, resting her head on his shoulder.
    For a long moment they were both silent and then Mia stirred, turning her head so
     she could look up at him.
    “You aren’t going to make me call you
master
or anything like that are you?”
    His eyebrow went up and he glanced down to see a mischievous twinkle in her eye. He
     shook his head. She amused him, and he found himself wanting to laugh. “No. It sounds
     ridiculous, doesn’t it? I’m not much on the appearances of a certain lifestyle or
     stereotype.”
    “No
yes sir
or
no sir
?”
    He relaxed into their playful banter and smacked his hand over her ass. He was comfortable
     around her, and he found he enjoyed this…moment. Or whatever the hell it was. He should
     be fucking her again, and yet he was savoring just being here in bed and watching
     her smile and flirt. Holy hell, but if she turned that flirty, innocent smile on another
     man he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions.
    “You’re already a disrespectful little baggage. And no, don’t call me
sir
. It makes me sound like your father and I already have enough reservations over our
     age differences to not want to draw even more attention to that parallel.”
    She lifted herself up, her hair falling over his chest as she stared down at him.
     Jesus, but she was beautiful. All that gorgeous hair spilling over him. Suddenly he
     was beyond the playful-banter stage, and he was seized all over again by the need
     to roll her underneath him and fuck her for another four hours.
    “Does my age bother you so much? If it does then why would you want…this. I mean
us
.”
    He sighed, resigning to control himself at least a few minutes longer. His dick was
     screaming at him, but Mia was in the mood to talk and he’d accommodate her for now.
    “It bothered me in the past. It doesn’t bother me as much now. But there
are
fourteen years between us. You’re much younger. A whole world away from where I am
     in my life.”
    She frowned a bit and a pensive look entered her eyes.
    “What are you thinking?” he asked, curious at her hesitation.
    Her chest rose with the forceful inhalation of her breath. “You’ve hinted that you’ve
     wanted me for…a long time. How long, Gabe?”
    He was silent a moment as he pondered how to put his words. The entire conversation
     turn made him uncomfortable, but he’d pursued the question in her eyes. He