Page 50 of Dangerous Pursuit

“I thought you said you’d have a surprise for me on my birthday. I’m sick of waiting.” She gives me the most adorable pout.

“You told me you didn’t like surprises, remember?”

“I’ve decided I like your surprises.” Her smile… God, I’m in so much trouble.

“Mia, I’m hanging on by a thread here. This wasn’t how I planned to do things.” It’s taking all my willpower to refrain from mauling her.

“What will it take to snap that thread? Because I think your plan needs revising.” She reaches around and tugs my hair as she whispers in my ear. “I’m still your little girl, Jackson.”

“Fuck it.” I grab her face and slam my mouth to hers.

It’s explosive. We’re both so hungry for this, devouring each other hard and fast, our mouths melding together, fighting for more. Our collective moans fill my office as I grab the back of her hair while my other hand moves to palm her breast. God, it feels fucking amazing, but it’s not enough.

I reach inside her dress, under her bra to come skin to skin, and my dick jerks at the feel of pure perfection. The moan shereleases is music to my ears. I rub her nipple with the pad of my thumb over the hard pebble before pinching it.

“Jackson,” she squeals. Her hips begin to grind back and forth over my throbbing erection.

Fuck. For the love of everything holy.

“Mia. Wait.” I pull my hand from her dress and lean back to look at her. She’s a siren with glassy eyes and swollen lips parted from panting, her hair disheveled from my grip. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, and I swear, I wouldn’t take it back for the world. But let’s take it easy. I’m afraid if we keep this up”—I draw her attention downward to the bulge she’s sitting on—“I won’t be able to stop.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” she says in shame and tries to rise, but I hold her in place and tip her chin up with my finger.

“You did nothing wrong. The problem is that everything you do is perfect. Your noises, your touch, your body… fuck, Mia, it’s incredible.Youare incredible.” I lean forward and give her a chaste kiss on her lips. “And that’s why I want to do this right. I promise you won’t be disappointed if you’ll just be patient.”

She gives me a slight smile. “There’s another one of your promises.”

“And I told you I don’t break my promises, so will you trust me?”

She groans and leans her head on mine. “I guess so, but it’smybirthday, which meansI’msupposed to get whatIwant.”

I laugh at her petulance. “Ah, there’s my little girl. Remember, sweetheart, all good things come to those who wait.”

“Screw you and your words of wisdom.” She climbs off my lap, and I slap her ass as she turns to walk away.

“Screwing is for later, Mia.”

“Ugh. I take it back—your surprises suck.” She’s about to leave but stops at the threshold. “Don’t forget, Walker will behere at noon to meet you,” she says over her shoulder before stomping out and slamming the door, causing me to bark out in laughter.

Where the hell did that wildcat come from? Apparently, I made some headway this weekend, but I still need to make sure she knows I’m not just in this for the sex. If that were the case, I would have had her bent over the minute she came around the desk. And although I’m planning for that in the near future, it’s not where I want us to start. She means more to me than just a quick fuck.

It was almost impossible to stop, but I’ve waited this long; what’s a little longer? I certainly wasn’t expecting Mia to make the first move. She took me by surprise, and damn did she bring out the big guns, saying she’s my little girl. Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it.

A text lights up my screen, snapping me from my thoughts.

Braden: We still on for tonight?

Me: Yeah, see you at six.

Eli: I’ll be there.

Braden: See you fools later.

Dinner with the guys will keep me occupied while Mia celebrates with her mom tonight. The wait would’ve been difficult as it was, but now that I’ve had a taste, every minute is going to be torture. I’ll probably get a ton of shit, but fuck it, I don’t care. I’m officially whipped, and I’m on board with that.

Looking at my watch after going through the list from this morning, I see that Walker will be here in ten minutes. I’ve been looking forward to this visit to discuss what’s happening with Mia and whether he knows anything or not. It’s doubtful, but one can hope.

Mia’s voice sounds through the intercom. “Walker just got here. Is it a good time, or are you busy?”

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