Page 71 of One Billion Reasons

“It sounds like I need to prove to you how much I love it.” The need to make this the best she’s ever had rides me hard. The first touch of my tongue makes her body clench. I want to roar in triumph. I taste her in gentle flicks.

“Fuck, you taste good.” Another gentle flick with the tip of my tongue. “I love how crazy this makes you.” I look up. Lane is watching me with heavy lids. Her breasts rise and fall with her shallow breaths. “I love how you look when you want me.” The way her eyes go all hazy, the way she loses control of her body. The way she reaches for me.

I drag the flat of my tongue over her, swirling it across her clit. She cries my name, and a rush of pleasure goes through me. I keep going, paying attention to when the gentle bite of my teeth makes her moan, how she loves the pressure of my tongue. The taste of her is everything. It’s on my tongue, in my blood.

“I’m close,” she gasps.

“Fuck, me too.” And I am. My cock is jerking against my stomach, and pleasure runs down my spine and between my legs.

“How?”

I raise my head. “What do you mean, how?”

“From this?”

How to make her understand? “This is everything. This is where I belong. On my knees for you. This is what you deserve.” My heart thumps in my chest.

“Miles, I—” Her words cut off on a moan as I dip my head back between her legs. One more taste, and then I pull her with me to the shower bench.

She’s trembling with need as I settle her on my lap. When I press into her, she takes me easily. Her gasps match my groans of pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” I grit out. She clenches around me as I pull out and thrust up into her.

“So,” she gasps. “Do you.” She throws her head back.

“Yes, take your pleasure. Show me what you need.” I love this. I love that she wants me. She rises up and down, each pulse of her around me making me shudder. Frustrated sounds fall from her lips.

“I need more.”

“More?” I buck up into her, and she cries out.

“Miles. Yes. That.”

“You like it hard, don’t you?” Another thrust that has her mouth opening in a silent moan of pleasure.

“I like it because it’s you.” Warmth spreads through me.

“Okay, baby. Hands on my shoulders.” Her palms drop to my shoulders, and she watches me through trusting eyes. My hands span her waist, and I move her over me, fucking her in hard pumps of my hips, gritting my teeth to last. This needs to be perfect for her.

Her head drops to my shoulder, and she sinks her blunt teeth in. The slight pain arrows straight to my cock. “Fuck. Yes. This is all I’ve ever wanted. You feel so good. I want to last, but I can’t.” She’s clenching around me as the words fall from my lips. She makes a sound between a sob and a gasp.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Watching you come on my cock.” A low groan falls from my lips as hot pleasure spirals through my stomach. My body clenches as the wave crests and my cock jerks inside of her. It’s almost too much. Coming inside Lane is enough to break me. The pleasure is nearly pain. I’m panting slightly as I come down. Lane rests her head in the hollow of my shoulder as we catch our breath.

This is everything. How am I going to let her go?

33

Miles

Jonah calls while Lane is getting ready. “Any word on the property?”

“No word. Lane is winning Catherine over, though.” And I couldn’t be prouder. Everyone likes Lane.

“Good.” Jonah’s voice is tight.

“Why do you sound so grumpy? Besides the usual?”

“Because I can’t fucking figure out who this paparazzi is. Her tagline is ‘You Know Who.’ Well, I’d really love to know,” he growls.

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