Sweet Love - Mia Kayla Page 0,72

everyone tells me about my art.” As soon as the words came out, sadness was replaced with a bitterness I felt in my gut. “I just hate her sometimes.” There, I’d said it. But it was true. Did she realize how much she was hurting me?

Connor lifted my chin. “Why do you need it? Her approval.”

He cupped my cheek so tenderly that tears nearly formed again. I tried to push them down, welcoming the anger, but it wouldn’t come.

“I just want to know … that I’m enough.”

“Oh, baby, you’re more than enough.” His forehead leaned against mine. “Old people are too stuck in their ways to see anything else … to see what’s right in front of them. Their minds are fixed, unchangeable. But know this: you’re brilliant. Your crazy, gorgeous mind is what’s going to save this multimillion-dollar company. Seriously, your art, your creativity blow me away.” He framed my cheeks with the lightness of his fingertips, and I drowned in the sea of brown looking down at me. “Believe it. Your father saw it. I see it. Your friends see it. Damn, Charlie … you’d have to be blind to not see how insanely talented you are.”

This man. He was amazing, and a different type of emotion stirred within me—this undeniable urge to be closer to him, to feel him everywhere.

So, I closed the gap between us and kissed him with a fervent passion, shocking him. He pulled back, stunned. I leaned in closer and kissed him again.

“Charlie,” he rushed out as my lips went to the crook of his neck. “That’s not why I called you into my office.”

“I know. But I want you, Connor. I want you to make me feel better this way.”

I anchored myself against his hip, rubbing him and myself in all the right places, needing a release, needing to forget, even for just a moment.

I went on my toes and nipped on his ear. “Don’t make me beg for it.”

He shuddered against me, and then it was game over. I was going to win this cat-and-mouse chasing game.

He groaned and lifted me by the ass. He kissed me, matching the same hunger that I had for him. Lips against lips. Hands over my body. Papers flew off his desk, and he slowly guided me to my back.

“Not the underwear. Don’t rip my underwear,” I moaned.

He laughed against my lips and took off my heels one at a time. Then, he slipped his fingers through the edge of my panties and slipped them off.

My body tingled from anticipation, and I wiggled beneath him.

“Just never wear underwear again.” He released me, only long enough so he could unzip and slip on a condom.

Then, we were all wet, sloppy kisses again and hands everywhere.

My need for him, to touch him, to feel him was undeniable, and when I reached for him and positioned him at my entrance, beads of sweat lined his brow. When he entered me, I moaned loudly at the fullness of him filling me. My head flew back at the ecstasy of him moving in and out of me.

His half-hooded eyes watched where we were connected, his stare filling with a lust so strong.

It didn’t take long for tingles to travel up my spine. “Connor … I’m … I’m—”

“Connor? I didn’t see Claire in the front.”

Casey?

My eyes widened as I slapped at Connor’s hands and pushed him off of me.

“Casey! Get out!” Connor yelled.

Panic tore through me.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Casey yelped.

A second later, I stood.

I hadn’t had time to straighten or for Connor to put his dick back in his pants before Casey stormed in.

Immediately, I dropped to my knees, crawled under Connor’s desk, and hid, hugging my knees, shrinking into myself.

“Wait,” she said, her voice firm.

“Casey, get out!”

“No. No. No. I know I’ve caught you in a compromising position, but that’s not Sienna …”

Her feet were in my view, but Connor was blocking the desk.

Then, she ducked.

Her eyes went wide, and then she blinked. “Charlie?” Her voice was unbelieving.

I tried to hide my face, but it was no use because she’d dropped to her knees too.

“Charlie! Shit, Charlie. You’re banging the boss? That’s crazy.”

I groaned.

“Casey, get out.” Connor lifted her elbow, and Casey stood, shell-shocked into silence.

“I just don’t understand. I mean … are you a thing?” Then, she ducked again and looked at me. “Do you like this guy?” A second later, she stood, and her voice turned hard. “Tell me you’re not banging Sienna too.”

“No! Get