Page 27 of Miles & Mistletoe

Chapter Seven

Ian

“Your phone’s ringing,” Stacia whispered against my lips.

We were inside of the private elevator of the hotel going up to my suite. It would only take less than a minute to get to my room, however, the thought of keeping my hands off of Stacia for even that short amount of time seemed to be too tall a task to perform. Thus, I had her pinned against the wall of the elevator, my hands firmly gripping her waist and my lips trailing down the side of her neck. That was when we were interrupted by my ringing cell phone.

I grunted before pulling back and searching for my ringing phone. My frown deepened at the sight of name of the caller.

“What, Jamie?” I snapped.

“Ian, where did you go? We still have—”

“I’m retiring for the evening. Was there something urgent you needed to discuss?”

“No, but—”

“Then we’ll talk tomorrow.” I quickly hung up on Jamie and shoved my cell back into my back pocket.

“That wasn’t polite,” Stacia admonished.

“I’m not a polite man.”

“I’ve noticed.”

Stacia pulled her head back when I went to kiss her again. I groaned in aggravation.

“I don’t think she likes me.”

I gave her a confused look.

“Jamie.”

I rolled my eye. “I don’t keep her employed to like people.” With that, any further conversation regarding Jamie or anyone else on my damn staff was over. Thankfully, the elevator buzzed and the doors parted, directly to my hotel suite for the evening. Taking Stacia by the hand, I led us both toward the suite’s master bedroom.

I was moving at nearly a frantic pace but the need to strip both of us down and be inside of Stacia was my sole motivation at that moment. Nothing else mattered. Not Jamie, not business dealings, not even the holiday party at my brother’s the following week that I was less than enthused about attending.

“Slow down. I’m not going anywhere,” Stacia stated, giggling before slapping my hands away.

Promise?

That reply hit me like a ton of bricks. For the first time in forever, I actually wanted a woman to not go anywhere. Thankfully, I didn’t have too much time to ponder it when Stacia spun around, presenting me with her back.

“Zipper,” was all she said.

My fingers moved to the top of the high-neck dress she’d worn to begin sliding the clasp of the zipper down the length of her back, revealing smooth toffee skin as I went. I separated the sides of the black dress, leaving the top half to fall down to her waist. When it did, I spun Stacia back to face me, pulling her in for another round of kisses. Her soft hands moved to my shoulders, separating the sides of my tuxedo jacket. I lowered my arms to allow her to push the jacket completely off of me.

This was one of my favorite parts of being with Stacia—the time we took to methodically undress one another. It was akin to painstakingly unraveling each tie off a beautifully wrapped Christmas present. The wrapping itself was almost gift enough. Almost. Eventually, however, the anticipation got too high and we both were in a frenzy of hands and arms, undoing buttons, clasps, and tugging at waistbands until the gift of both of us being completely exposed to one another was finally revealed.

I ran my hands up and down the sides of Stacia’s body, enjoying the feel of her bared skin in my hands.

“I was kind of mean to you earlier,” she remarked against my lips.

“How so?”

“Making fun of your little ego tantrum with Aaron Townsend.”

The sound of another man’s name while she was naked in my arms nearly caused a fury of jealousy to rise in me. However, she quickly expunged that flame when she said, “So to make it up to you …” She trailed off at the same time she went to her knees in front of me.

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