Sam arrived at the office early. After hours tossing and turning in bed, thinking of Mia, he'd made a phone call and spent the night with a woman he'd picked up at a club a few weeks ago. While it had been fun, she hadn't satisfied him, at least not in the way he needed to be satisfied. Sitting behind his desk, attempting to get some emails answered before everyone else arrived, including Mia, he realized she was the only one who could give him what he needed.
Which was a problem, because he knew it wouldn't be long before something had to give. Either Mia would quit her job to be with Beau, which meant that Sam would never be with her again. Or his brother would draw a line in the sand and make Sam choose between his brother and Mia. Choosing Mia would also mean a split in the company since clearly Beau wouldn't be able to work with him if he knew that Sam had chosen fucking Mia over working with his brother.
It was just a matter of time.
He'd never seen Beau look at a woman the way he looked at Mia, never heard him talk about a woman that way. When he spoke of her, his face glowed. There was no question that Beau's feelings for Mia ran deep, and they were getting more serious all the time.
That didn't stop Sam from wanting to fuck her, though.
It had nothing to do with feelings for him, at least not of the emotional kind. No, he wanted to ram his dick into her tight pussy because it felt so good. She liked it, too, liked it a lot. He could tell by the way she moaned his name, the ways she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. For now, she was just as conflicted as Sam was, trying to decide if she could continue this game until someone else tired of it so that she wouldn't have to be the one to choose.
She wouldn't be. At least, Sam didn't think so. He knew she'd put it off as long as she could because even if she had similar feelings to Beau's, she wanted Sam in a way she had never wanted anyone before, which meant it would be nearly impossible for her to give him up.
A glance at the clock told him that it was nearly 9:00 now. She was there. Sitting at her desk, just on the other side of the wall. If he pushed the red button, she'd come in. He could lock the doors or take her to his secret playroom behind the bookshelf. If he wanted to, he could touch her all day long. He could run his tongue between her legs, suck her tits, make her scream his name until the work day was done.
His dick hardened just thinking about all of the things he wanted to do to Mia. Placing his hand on the outside of his dark pants, he stroked it lightly, wishing he could calm himself. It would be better if he waited an hour or two, got some work done first, made himself wait so that, when the time came, the pleasure would be that more intense.
Sam went back to his work, but his throbbing cock wouldn't allow him to concentrate. He needed Mia in a way that refused to be ignored. With a deep breath, Sam reached over and pushed the red button, knowing he'd get his satisfaction at last.
But it would only be temporary. Mia had wound her way beneath his skin, into his blood, and he 'd become addicted. This was the sort of addiction that couldn't be cured overnight. This was the kind of addiction that could destroy a man if Sam let it. He'd have to find a way to break free of her, but when she came through the door, staring at him with those wide, innocent eyes, her skirt barely long enough to cover anything, her shirt unbuttoned just to the lacy top of her bra, he knew this was exactly the sort of addiction that could bring him to his knees.