Authors: M. Malone
One More Day (39 page)
“It's time for me to put the lasagna in the oven. It doesn't take that long to bake. Do you want a beer while we wait?”
His gaze followed the sway of her hips as she rushed to the kitchen.
“Trent? Hello, earth to Trent.” Mara stood in the doorway to the kitchen, waving her hands back and forth like an air traffic controller.
He looked up, heat flooding his cheeks as he met her gaze. “Huh?”
“A beer. You want one?” She said the words slowly. Great, now she thought he was an idiot.
He gulped and nodded furiously. “Sure. A beer. Right.”
She narrowed her eyes at him before turning into the kitchen. As soon as she was out of sight, Trent’s strained smile fell.
It was Matt’s first year in the service and he worried about Mara being alone so much, especially on their birthday. Their parents weren’t keen on traveling from Florida again so soon after the holidays and Mara couldn’t get the vacation time to fly down to them. Trent no longer had a girlfriend so it hadn’t been any imposition to spend a little time with Mara. He’d arranged a perfectly safe birthday dinner in a public restaurant. They’d eat, dance a little and head home, end of story.
The plan did not include a cozy dinner for two, followed by a movie on the couch with only a remote control as chaperone.
And it definitely didn't include licking her from the top of her head to her pretty little purple-painted toes.
Shit.
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Teasing Trent
is available now!
Beg for It
- The Mirage Agency, Book 1
The only thing ad executive Mya Taylor loves more than winning is her best friend Milo Hamilton. Nothing has ever come between them--until she finds out Milo is her chief rival for a new account.
Milo's not sure when it happened but his secret crush has morphed into an obsession. He wants Mya in his bed, screaming his name, and he knows just how to make it happen.
When he proposes a friendly wager on the account, he knows the ultra-competitive Mya won't be able to resist. She's more than ready to lay it all on the line— until she finds out how high the stakes are.
The two of them. Skin to skin.
Suddenly, all bets are off.
**WARNING**
This book contains lusting best friends, sex on the floor of an office and the use of a donut in a way that the bakery surely never intended. You’ve been warned…
EXCERPT of BEG FOR IT
© 2009 by Minx Malone
Chapter One
“Aren’t you even a little excited? This is a huge account.” Mya scowled when Milo just sat back in his desk chair, his long, tapered legs stretched beneath his desk. His perfectly tailored suit was more than likely an original from one of New York’s latest designers. As if he needed it. The man could wear coveralls made from a potato sack and look as if he’d just stepped off a runway in Milan.
Just one more reason he got on her nerves.
“I’m ecstatic. I’m just hiding it deep down inside.” He smiled at Mya’s sudden snort. “Besides, girlish enthusiasm doesn’t sell clothes. Sophistication and style does.” He crossed his arms behind his head leisurely. The pose only emphasized the size of his biceps beneath the tailored dress shirt.
“Whatever you say, Milo.” His thick, dark hair was slightly mussed and he’d loosened his tie and freed the top two buttons on his shirt. She could see just a hint of smooth, tanned skin beneath the blue material.
“You’ve got everyone in the agency calling me that. Until I met you people always called me Tony. There have been a few brave souls willing to risk their health and call me Milton.” His blue eyes dropped to her lips for a moment before he met her gaze again. He laughed softly when she didn’t respond.
Mya glanced away, her cheeks hot, embarrassed to have been caught ogling him yet again. They’d both started at Southern Star Advertising in Atlanta five years ago and had immediately become “friendly enemies”. They’d shared everything from ideas to pizza and cases of Red Bull. He had quickly become her best friend as well as her biggest competitor. They had routinely stolen the best clients and campaigns from under each other’s noses at every turn and laughed about it afterward. He was just as driven as she was and fully understood her hunger to succeed. She would have done anything for him. Then she’d gone and ruined everything.
She’d fallen in love with him.
When she’d received a job offer from an innovative new agency it had seemed as if it were fate. She’d left Atlanta and come to Washington D.C. determined to make a new start. Mirage Advertising had been great to her and the owner James Lawson had treated her with the utmost respect.
Until he’d done the unthinkable and hired Milo.
Now he was here in her safe haven, disturbing her peace and shaking up everything she’d spent the last year trying to build. Despite moving over six hundred miles she was still in the same place. In love with a man she could never hope to have.
“The LaVin group might not be seriously looking for new representation.” Milo uncrossed his arms and sat up. He absently straightened a few papers on the top of his desk. “I wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you.”
“But if they are…” Mya grinned at the idea.
“I’m reserving judgment until after the meeting tomorrow.” Milo rolled his eyes.
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Milo leaned over her, every muscle in his body straining beneath his golden skin. Mya had the perfect angle to admire him, the strong lines of his back, the smooth column of his throat as he tasted her breasts, the rich dark spill of his hair, a stunning contrast to the caramel tone of her skin. His mouth was an inferno as he followed the curve of her waist to the hidden spot between her hip and her thigh, the spot guaranteed to make her crazy.
“Open your legs for me. Yes that’s it. Open those pretty thighs.” Milo lifted his head to look at her, his normally blue eyes dark, predatory as he watched her spread her legs. Once she lay open before him, he simply looked his fill, his gaze hot on her naked skin.
Mya flushed as he watched her, sure that he could hear the heavy cadence of her heart, could sense the wetness in the deepest part of her. How many years had she longed for him, ached to feel his touch? She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, savoring every glide of his fingers across her skin. She wanted him, wanted him to touch her and fill her until she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t remember all the reasons this was a bad idea. Then suddenly his hands were everywhere at once, worshiping her body and when he finally cupped her where she throbbed for him, she creamed all over his hand.
“You’re so wet.” He swiped two fingers through her heat and brought them to his mouth, his lids drifting closed as he tasted her. Mya shivered as embarrassment and desire flowed through her in equal measures. Suddenly shy, she tried to close her legs but he held her open with a strong hand on her thigh as he continued to stroke her. His fingers played a gentle tune on the slick skin of her opening, her pussy contracting almost to the point of pain. His eyes burned as he looked down at her as if memorizing her body’s every angle and curve. Then he leaned down and covered her with his mouth.
“Oh my god. Milo…” Mya closed her eyes, afraid if she watched the heady temptation of Milo between her thighs she would come instantly and this unbelievable pleasure would end. Then he did something sinful with his tongue and her eyes flew open as a sudden wave of need crashed over her, his name flying from her lips like a prayer.
“Yes, say my name. Before it’s over you’ll scream it. Scream for me, Mya.” He looked up at her, his full lips wet with the evidence of her desire. “I want to hear you beg me to take you, to fuck you, to fill you. I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”
“Yes,” she sobbed, desperate for him, frantic with her need. “You’re the only one. Only you, for so long it’s been only you.”
He turned away from her and she heard his voice as if from far away. He was speaking again, but what was he saying? He sounded odd suddenly, his voice resonating as if it were an echo inside a tin can…
“Mya, you’d better get your ass in here. James is going postal.”
Mya woke with a start and looked around wildly, her body thrumming, her breasts heavy. She was alone in bed with only the tangled sheets between her legs for company.
The voice she thought she’d imagined blared from her answering machine in the front hallway. She scrambled to get out of bed, tripped in the bed linens and crashed to the floor. She hopped up and hobbled across the polished hardwood to the cordless phone on her dresser. “Hello, hello?”
“James is going to kill you. Did you forget the LaVin account meeting this morning?”
“Crap, crap, crap.” Oversleeping on a normal day was one thing, but tardiness on the morning they expected a visit from a potential client, especially one as important as Italian designer Andre Lavin, was unthinkable. This was just one more thing for Milo to needle her about.
“How pissed is James, on a scale of one to ten?”
“Does infinity count?” Milo laughed as she cursed and the rumble of his baritone caused skitters of sensations up and down Mya’s spine. It reminded her of her dream when he commanded her to open her legs for him, as he told her to say his name…
“Mya! Did you fall asleep again?” He was definitely laughing at her now.
“Ooh, this is all your fault!” Mya raced to her closet and yanked out a skirt and blouse before dropping to the floor to rummage for shoes. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the closet mirror and squeaked in surprise. Her curly black hair was flying in every direction and she had a huge crease down the side of her face where her cheek had pressed against the pillow. Nice.
“How is it my fault that you can’t get up on time? It’s not as if I kept you up all night.”
Mya sighed as she rubbed the side of her face. If he knew how prominent a role he played in keeping her awake all night she’d never be able to look him in the face again.
“You have no idea. Tell James I’ll be there within the hour.”
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Beg for It
is available now!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kindle Bestselling author Minx Malone lives in the Washington, DC metro area with her three favorite guys: her husband and their two sons. She likes dramatic opera music, staid old men wearing suspenders, claw-foot bathtubs and unexpected surprises.
The thing she likes best is getting to make up stuff for a living.
Minx is the founder and a contributing blogger to
The Naughty Girls Next Door
blog.
www.thenaughtygirlsnextdoor.com
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One More Day
by Minx Malone
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1) Ridley spends a lot of time searching for her father. How important is it to know your biological parents? If you found out you were switched at birth, would that change how you view yourself? Your parents?