Page 80 of The CEO I Hate

Mia set her drink aside, crossing her arms against her chest in that way that drove me wild. Which shedamn wellknew. “You think you know what I want?” she asked. Her words were sultry as she looked at me, her gaze deliberately traveling down my body. The look sent my blood rushing south. “Prove it.”

She walked away, shooting a pointed look over her shoulder before disappearing in the direction of the bathroom.

Oh, fuck yes. Right now.

I gave it a minute to make sure Jake was otherwise engaged—a minute of extreme torture—before following.

“Can I help you?” Mia said lightly, adjusting her hair in the bathroom mirror as I slipped through the door, closing it behind me. I twisted the lock.

“I’m here to give you something.”

“I sure fucking hope so,” Mia said, launching into my arms with a wicked grin. I caught her face between my hands, pressing a hard kissto her lips. A soft, desperate sound escaped her, and I swallowed it down.

“We have to be quiet.”

Mia ground her hips against my leg. “I don’t want to be quiet. I want you inside me, and I want the whole world to know how good it feels.”

Something snapped in me, and I dug my fingers into her ass, picking her up and depositing her on the counter. She looked at me, shock and desire written into her features. “Youhave to be quiet,” I ordered, shoving her dress up. The material was nowhere near as soft as her thighs. I let my fingers lightly caress her through her underwear. Her hips jumped. “Can you be quiet?”

“Yes,” she whispered, but it was more of a gasp as my fingers explored, not quite touching her clit but hovering in a way that had Mia squirming. “You’re already wet,” I said, dragging her forward for another kiss. “You’re soaked for me.”

I shoved her underwear aside and pressed my thumb against her. Mia bit her lip as I rubbed circles against her. She started to moan.

“Quiet,” I reminded her, and she snapped her mouth closed. I slid my fingers through her wetness and her legs separated further, giving me space, giving me permission. “Good girl,” I said, sinking two fingers into her. I braced one arm around her shoulders as Mia moved against my fingers. I caught her lips again to swallow her raspy pants. “That’s it. Take what you need.”

God, I loved her like this. Desperate and wanton while I was knuckle-deep. My cock twitched in my pants. I wanted to get her home and spread her out on?—

Crash!

“What the hell was that?” Mia said, startling so hard she would have fallen off the counter if I’d not been there. A groan. It sounded like Jake. Desire disappeared, replaced by adrenaline as I helped Mia off the counter, leaving her to straighten herself out as I twisted the lock again. Checking to make sure she was presentable, I opened the door and charged out into the living room, Mia hot on my heels.

“Jake!” she cried. Jake’s wheelchair was on its side. He was on the floor. Mia threw herself down next to him, and I surged after her. “Are you okay?”

“M’fine,” Jake grumbled, rolling over. He winced. “Just give me a sec to get my bearings.”

“He’s not fine!” Gabrielle said. “Help me get him into his chair.”

I leaped into action, and with the help of one of his firefighting buddies, we got him seated back in his chair.

“What happened?” Mia asked. Her face was flushed, her hair messed from where I’d sunk my fingers into it. But with the chaos, no one else seemed to notice.

Ash stood a few feet away, tail tucked, ears down, watching Jake with anxious eyes. He let out a low, worried whine and pace a small circle, like he wanted to help but didn’t know how.

“It was just…stupid,” Jake said, clenching his teeth. “I saw someone’s elbow knock a glass off the edge of the kitchen counter, and without thinking, I went to get up to catch it before it could fall.”

Christ, he’d tried to stand?No wonder he’d ended up on the ground. I looked down at the wine that had soaked into the carpet. For once, that shitty carpet had come in handy. If Jake’s floor had been hardwood, the wine glass would have shattered, and he would have fallen into the shards.

“Does anything hurt?” Mia asked.

“I’m fine,” Jake said, brushing her off. People murmured around us, and I knew he was embarrassed. “Let’s get back to the party.”

“You’renotfine,” Gabrielle insisted again.

“I think I know my own body,” Jake muttered through his teeth. I couldn’t tell if he was in pain or just pissed at Gabrielle for making a scene.

“Seriously, Jake,” Mia said more directly. “Does anything hurt?”

Jake sighed. “My right leg got jarred when I fell. But I’m sure I didn’t do any real damage.”

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