Page 55 of Dangerous Pursuit

“Thank you, that does make me feel better. I just don’t want something one-sided. Your reputation might take some time to shake off. I’d rather not end up being one of the girls you call for an office quickie.”

“Why do you think I stopped us today? That’s exactly what I don’t want. I didn’t want our first time together to be at work. But more importantly, I don’t want it to be anything other than special because that’s what you are.”

“Wait, does that mean we can’t fool around in the office?” she asks coyly, making me laugh and lightening the mood.

“Fuck no. I’ll be bending you over my desk daily. But only after you know, without a doubt, that that’s not all I want from you.”

“Well, hurry up and prove it because a certain scenario keeps replaying in my mind that I’d like to try.”

“Fuck.” I adjust myself, trying to relieve the pressure thanks to the little vixen beside me, and decide to give the car more gas to shorten the drive.

Arriving home faster than ever, I unlock the front door and waste no time leading Mia straight to the couch.

“Wait here for a minute,” I tell her.

She nods.

I start to walk away but pause and turn around. “Do you want anything to drink first?” I ask, setting my excitement aside and remembering my manners.

Mia laughs. “No, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” I lean down to kiss her and then head into the bedroom. Everything is already set, but I need to light the candles. Making quick work of it, I return to the living room with two wrapped presents in hand and sit next to her.

“Hey. I did lure you here with presents, so we better do that first.” She smiles brightly as I hand her the smaller box. “Open this one first.”

She tears the paper off, lifts the lid, and moves the tissue paper aside. She giggles immediately, bringing her hand to her mouth and covering it.

“I couldn’t pass them up once you told me,” I say, chuckling.

Smiling, she lifts the G-string panties and spins them around to look at the M&M prints all over. “They’re adorable, thank you.”

“I’m sure they’ll look better on,” I tell her.

She bumps me with her shoulder, and I pull her into me, kissing the top of her head.

“And I can’t wait to see if I’m right,” I add. She ducks her head shyly, which is funny considering her forwardness in the office this morning.

“Okay, now this one.” I hand her the second box. My nerves start to fire, anticipating her reaction.

She opens the box to the latest iPad and keyboard with a gasp.

“Jackson, no, this is way too much.” She shakes her head and hands it back.

I set it on the coffee table and pull her in for a kiss. It quickly deepens, our mouths fusing together. But before it gets too carried away, I pull back, smirking at her sigh of frustration.

“Mia, let me spoil you. I put a lot of thought into what to get and figured this would be perfect for school. Please accept it,” I plead with her.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my bosshole?” She smiles up at me, and my heart pounds.

“I pulled his head out of his ass. Now come here.” I reach my arm around her waist and pull her over, lifting her onto my lap to straddle me.

“Is this all right?” I ask before making the next move.

“It’s about time.”

“Is that so? What else is it about time for?” I ask, hoping her answer will tell me how far she wants to go.

“I’m pretty sure I showed my cards earlier and lost, so now it’s your turn,” she says shyly.

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