Breaking All the Rules (3 page)

              Though it was early, Mia knew she’d drank too much for a Tuesday and needed to go to bed or Wednesday would be horrible. Swallowing the last bite of pizza, she climbed up into her comfortable four poster bed. A sheer white fabric was draped around the bed, weaving around the posts. Her comforter was a forest green that was eerily similar to the color of her eyes, though her eyes didn’t have the gradating white polka dots that slid down the length of the blanket. Mia curled into a ball and, with heavy eyes, began drifting to sleep.

              That is, until Benson slipped into her mind. She’d tried her best to not think of him at the bar, and after a while, he was gone from her memory. Little had she known he was waiting in the depths of her mind. His intoxicating scent tickled in her nose and she licked her lips, heat prickling her body. Mia rolled onto her back and let her hands massage her breasts, pretending they were his. His big hands and long fingers. They had grasped her ass earlier that day, burning through the fabric of her skirt. She rubbed a finger over her nipples the way he did her hand in the lobby of the building. A soft moan escaped her lips. She let go of her body and opened her eyes, quickly rolling towards her nightstand. She fished through her assortment of sex toys and bondage gear until she found the vibrator she was looking for. It wasn’t the strongest she had, but in her drunken and lustful state, Mia didn’t feel like fumbling around to plug the Hitachi wand in. Instead she had decided on a luxurious purple g-spot rabbit vibrator. Her breath hitched as she rubbed her clit with one hand, bringing the vibrating toy down to her heated sex with her other.

              The cold sensation of the silicone sex toy was nothing compared to what Mia knew Benson would feel like, but at the moment, it was all she had. She squeezed her eyes closed and allowed his memory to flood over her as she turned the toy on, letting the quick vibrations jolt throughout her pussy. Angled so she could pump the toy with one hand and thumb her clit with the other, Mia bit down hard on her lip as she imagined Benson’s luscious lips sucking her nipples. She pretended her fingers were his, grinding out orgasm after orgasm to the thought of him fucking her deep into the bed. Mia pushed herself until she was sure her body couldn’t handle one more quivering orgasm. Panting, she slid the slick toy out of her sex and rested it on the sheets next to it. She’d clean it tomorrow… and her sheets. They were soaked beneath her. But for now, for now Mia would slip into an orgasm induced sleep with the sexy Benson Ward on her mind.

              Mia gritted her teeth and dialed Grant’s number. Even from the comfort of her office, she felt unsure of her actions. She didn’t want to call Grant. He was the first man she’d truly loved. Good thing he wasn’t the first to break her heart. When she found him with his nose buried in a line of cocaine with two naked women fondling him, she had left with ease. She’d experienced a lot of sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll in the music industry. Though it made her sick to think about, she’d scored for her bands, stealthily exchanging money for drugs on the streets of New York. She’d enabled alcohol abuse. She looked away while her men cheated on their girlfriends with the flavor of the evening. Hell, she spent the first two years of her life in New York caught in the party scene that came along with the industry. But seeing the man she loved, truly loved, on a cocaine fueled sex binge with two strangers was enough to break her. The two worked for the same company, prompting the need for at least some formalities, but Mia always hated seeing him when Charlotte’s Drive wasn’t on tour. She hated his million dollar smile and his chocolate eyes that always lured her in for more. She hated his deep laugh and the way he looked at her like he knew about her deepest fears and darkest secrets. Maybe because he did.

              “Mia? What a pleasant surprise!”

              She could hear his smile through the phone. It tugged at her heart. She knew he was being genuine. Grant often tried luring her back to bed with sweet promises and big smiles. Sometimes they worked. This couldn’t be one of those times.

              “I’m calling in a favor, Grant,” She said, cutting to the chase. “I need Charlotte’s Drive.”

              “I’ve been managing them for seven years, I don’t think you’ll be able to steal them from me so easily,” He said with a playful tone.

              She ignored him, “Benson Ward is opening a new venue and needs an act. I was trying to get Burnside booked, but they’ll only come on board if Charlotte’s Drive plays, too.”

              “So, when does this place open?” He questioned, switching into business mode.

              “Two and a half weeks,” Mia squeaked.

              Grant laughed on the other side of the line. It shook her core. He followed with, “Seriously, Mia? You know we’re on tour right now. I’m in Georgia as we speak.”

              “I checked the dates, and you guys aren’t playing that night. You’ll only be in Jersey,” She was nearly begging. God, she hated begging. “You owe me, Grant. After everything, you owe me.”

              He groaned, “Don’t do this to me, Mia.”

              “I’m serious, Grant.”

              “I’m serious, too, Mia,” He pressed back, then after a long pause, sighed. “Just… just email me the information.”

              She swallowed the squeal that was rising in her throat, “I appreciate it. I’ll shoot you an email.”

              She bid a goodbye and hung up before it got any further. Talking to Grant always made her feel simultaneously like she was twelve and like she got hit by a bus. Her throbbing hangover probably wasn’t helping. She woke to a blaring alarm that morning in a pool of her own juices and Benson still fresh on her mind. She showered and gotten ready quickly, skipping her car and taking the subway to work. She grabbed a latte with double espresso (which only reminded her of Benson’s wonderful mop of hair) and a box of donuts before heading into the building. She spent twenty minutes gathering the strength to call Grant around lunchtime, knowing he and the boys of Charlotte’s Drive wouldn’t be up until the afternoon hours.

              After sending Grant a quick email of the event details, she sent a group message to Tyler and the guys from Burnside congratulating them on booking a gig with Charlotte’s Drive. She slid the phone into the pocket of her dark skinny jeans, grabbed her purse, and left the comfort of her office, letting her assistant know she would be taking lunch soon. On her way down the massive entity that was Monarch Records, Mia stopped on the marketing and publicity floors to give her coworkers an insight on the deal. When she finally reached the lobby of the building, she was exhausted and in need of a good burger.

              She was generally thankful for the numerous restaurants that filled the streets of New York City. However, she was starving and hated waiting. She picked the closest place, a joint she’d eaten at dozens of times before. As she sat at the table alone, she let her mind drift to Benson. Over the last twenty four hours it had gotten pretty good at that. She wondered how she’d gone so long without looking at the man, and if life would ever be the same now that she’d felt his rugged breath against her neck. She crossed her legs and squeezed, hoping to alleviate the growing pressure. Mia was almost upset that hadn’t seen him so far that day. Not that they had any plans or arrangements. She’d shot him down, anyway. But Benson Ward didn’t seem like the type of guy to take no for an answer. She’d secretly hoped she’d get to work and a dozen roses and a box of chocolates would be waiting. Hell, she’d secretly hoped he’d show up at her office and take her against her desk.

              Mia couldn’t help but snort, setting down her sandwich as she indulged in the fleeting thought of Benson Ward being romantic. He was dominating and demanding, strong and hard. He most definitely didn’t do romance. Love notes and flowers weren’t likely in his repertoire. She wondered if she’d even want those, or if she just wanted to see how impressive he was in bed. Either way, she’d never know. Even if she did decide to let the line between her personal life and professional life blur, she’d already shot Benson down.

              She finished her lunch and hurried down the street back to her office, her stomach flipping when she thought she saw the intentional flop of messy dark brown hair that belonged to Benson. She swallowed and proceeded. Benson Ward was a busy man, busier than she. He had a billion dollar corporation to run. He didn’t have time to take extended lunch breaks near Monarch Records, blocks away from his own building. As Mia finished her work day, she held onto the thought that maybe Benson Ward
did
have the time.

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              Benson Ward was a man gone mad. He’d thought of nothing but Mia for two straight days. He tried burying her with work, an exhausting evening at the gym, or a big glass of whiskey and Coke, but neither his cock nor his mind would let her slip away. He’d gone so far as to lurk outside her building, watching her as she headed back from lunch. He thought of the way her dark jeans hugged the curve of her ass and the way her purple button down blouse clung to her body. His hard cock twitched and he groaned. Mia Barnes was more than sexy. He struggled to find words to describe her. The pout of her bottom lip as she spoke. He was glad her lips were as delicious as they looked.  He shot his cock an angry look, as if he could somehow tame it. Not that he wanted to tame it, but he’d already rubbed two out in his bathroom thinking of her that morning alone. He
had
to have her.

              “Mr. Ward, there is a Miss Barnes here to see you. She says she’s from Monarch Records.”

              Benson perked up and pressed the intercom button to his left, “Thank you, Thomas. Send her in and hold all my calls.”

              Benson waited patiently for Mia to round the corner. He licked his lips when he saw her, the erection in his lap growing painful. She wore a light denim dress shirt, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Underneath was a plain white t-shirt that hugged her curvy figure a little too well. Slim jeans led into a pair of nude pumps that framed her feet perfectly. Her dark hair lie as it did the first time he saw her, in fluttery layers over her shoulders. Her face was dusted lightly with makeup, her lips a light pink. She looked effortlessly chic and unfazed as she strode into his office, taking a seat in a black tufted chair across from his desk.

              “Two days,” She grinned as she flopped a folder on his desk. “I would’ve had it sooner but I was waiting for Grant to fax his contract over.”

              He frowned at the mention of the man’s name. She spoke of him with such familiarity, such sadness. After their first meeting, Benson had done an extensive Google search of both Mia and Grant, huffing as he read reports of their relationship through music magazines and gossip columns. Seeing
his
precious Mia associate with another man was enough to make Benson’s fists curl.

              Without saying a word, Benson pushed away from his desk and stood. Mia’s eyes were on him- or more importantly, his erection- as he crossed the room and pressed a button that made a sheet of frosted material slid over the exposed glass of his office. Shaded from prying eyes, he took a few long strides across the office to where Mia was sitting quietly with her legs clenched together. He extended a hand, and after a moment, she took it. He pulled her up and into his arms, pressing his hard body against hers. She sunk into him, as if she’d been waiting to feel him again.

              Benson sought her gaze, and when their eyes met he couldn’t help but grin. Her eyes shone with a story of lust and self-pleasure. He was glad she’d touched herself thinking of him. Not only did it make his cock press harder against her, threatening to tear through his pants, but it helped ease his mind. She was his.
So much for not mixing business and pleasure
, he smirked.

              As if she knew what he was thinking, she raised an eyebrow, “A girl’s allowed to dream.”

              He tilted her and ran his tongue along her neck, eliciting shivers, “Let me make you come. Your dreams can come true, Mia. Let me.”

              She reeled her head back and for a moment, Benson had thought he’d lost her. Instead she met his gaze and inhaled sharply, “Contrary to everything else in my life, in the bedroom I like being told what to do, Mr. Ward, not asked.”

              Benson couldn’t help but groan as the final word fell from her lips. He was certain Mia Barnes was a figment of his imagination. She’d find out soon enough that Benson was in control in the bedroom just as much as he was in his business life. She gave a satisfied smile, knowing her words had stirred something primal within him. Mia had intended to go into his office and pretend there wasn’t so much pure sexual energy between the two it made her wet at the sight of his name. She was going to pretend he was just another arrogant businessman- she’d encountered quite a few of those. But none were like Benson Ward. He unzipped her pants, the sound of the zipper cutting through the raw sexual tension that stuck to the room.

              With a swift jerk, her tight jeans were bunched around her knees. Mia stood nearly barren on the bottom, save her black lace thong. Yeah, she
had
intended going into his office for strictly professional matters, but the flutter that traveled from her chest to her sex at the thought of his name made her slip on a sexy matching set of underwear and bra… just in case. She was glad she’d taken the precaution. The way Benson looked at her, like he’d gone a hundred years without eating a single thing, warranted enough satisfaction to last a woman a lifetime. He licked his lips as his eyes, followed by his hands, assessed her scantily clad lower half. A hand made its way to her ass, reeled back, and gave a sharp smack to the fleshy meat. Mia bit her lip, her eyes fluttering.

              “Spread,” He demanded hoarsely.

              Mia obliged, wobbling her legs out as far as her heels and restricting pants would let her. Benson seemed to be satisfied with the distance, bringing their lips together for a cataclysmic explosion of lust and something else- something neither could place. One hand roughly groped a breast through the fine material of her shirt, the other dipped slowly into her panties. Benson swore under his breath, feeling the swell of her throbbing clit and the pool of wetness waiting for him. Mia didn’t plan on telling him she’d been like that for two days, yearning for his touch. A finger slowly rubbed the nub, teasing her, torturing her.

              “Tell me, does it feel as good as your fantasy about me?”

              Mia gazed up at him, mouth half open with lidded eyes, “
Fantasies
. Yes.” His fingers danced on the thick folds of her pussy before plunging in, bringing a raw cry out of her throat. Benson covered her mouth with his to muffle the sound. “Oh, God, yes!”

              He touched her with arrogance, switching from a torturous slow pace to a death inducing quick stroke. Benson felt as if every vein in his body was going to burst from tension. He needed to come, but pleasing Mia came first. She was eager to receive. Though he had felt the contracting muscles indicating at least three orgasms, she stood strong against him. He enjoyed seeing her like that, but he was certain he’d enjoy seeing her slumped into his arms even more.

              Benson withdrew, drawing a groan of protest from Mia. Her hair was dampened to her face, which was flush with the heat of passion. Slowly, he dropped to his knees. Mia looked down with heightened curiosity, her chest rising and falling much quicker than it had moments before. Benson grabbed a side of her thong, and instead of pulling it down, ripped the sensitive material. Mia bit her lip as he mocked his movements on the other side, discarding the panties next to him.

              Like second nature, he lubed up two fingers with her natural juices and slid them into her awaiting pussy. Mia’s hands reached for something- anything- as he pleased her. The leverage he gained from the floor heightened his control over her.