Page 21 of Miles & Mistletoe

“Especially you. On the plane you’re as cordial and gracious as they come. Taking my sour attitude in stride and even smiling in the face of rudeness—”

“Oh so you know you’re rude?”

“I’m straight to the point. Most perceive that as rude. Again, because they’d rather I wear the same façade of fake politeness as they do. I refuse to play that game.”

“How does this prove that I’m phony just because I smile and am professional while doing my job?”

“Oh, because of the way you handed me my ass that same night.”

I actually laughed at the sound of her giggles.

“You were so mean.”

“Probably. I didn’t want to be there, and not for the reasons you may think. It didn’t feel right, taking pictures with those people, especially the children, all for the furthering of my company’s name.”

Stacia fully turned to me, moving the tray of food off the bed and onto the nightstand so she could wrap her legs around my waist. “You do have a heart.”

“Don’t sound surprised,” I retorted, squeezing her ass.

“I’m not surprised you have one. Just surprised you’d actually cop to it.”

“Ouch!” she yelped when I swatted her ass.

“I don’t cop to it regularly.”

“Well, your secret’s safe with me.”

“It better be,” I murmured against her lips before kissing her once again. Stacia wrapped her arms around my shoulders and my hands went to the belt of her robe, quickly untying it.

Just when I moved to deepen the kiss, Stacia pulled back. She remained wordless for a second, just staring deeply into my gaze. I lifted a questioning eyebrow.

“Maybe I can be your friend and you mine.”

That was the last thing I expected to hear her say but the idea of it didn’t repulse me. In fact, it intrigued me.

“Friends,” I stated, rolling the word around in my mouth.

She nodded.

And yet again, I did something that completely shocked me. That seemed to be an ongoing attribute of mine, as of late.

“As long as us being friends includes me getting to watch you as my cock makes your thighs tremble and back arch as you come, then yes, we can be friends.”

Her giggle was cut off by my lips on hers.

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