Page 17 of Edge of Desire

“Well, Avery, I think the best thing you can do is pack everything up like we originally intended.”

Did Just Miles really say that? I whipped my head around and he stood there, staring at my toys with a smirk on his face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I clapped my hand over my mouth again. That was one word I had tried my best to stop using a couple of years ago. I guess it hadn’t worked too well.

Then I started chanting out loud, “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, how could this have happened?”

The next thing I knew, strong hands were on my arms, and he was gently pushing me into a chair. “I think you need to sit down for a minute. It’s not the end of the world, Avery. Matter of fact, I think it’s kinda cute. Especially the attachments. Yeah, I really like the attachments. And the purple-and-pink polka-dotted nightie.”

“You like the attachments? And my polka-dotted nightie?” My voice ended up in a soprano-like squeal.

“Yeah. Now that we have that established, let’s get your stuff packed up, okay?”

“Okay, but do you really love my nightie because I just adore polka dots. They’re my favorite.”

“I like them too.”

“Do you wear them?”

“No, Avery, I don’t.”

"And you really love my toys?” Why couldn’t I let this go? What the hell was I thinking. Hell no he didn’t wear polka dots. Ugh.

“I really do, but let’s pack, okay?”

I nodded at him. Pretty sure he was kidding me, but he wasn’t cracking the tiniest hint of a smile. Maybe he liked girls with toys. Maybe I needed more toys. I could do more toys. I liked this one. I would be open to more. I smiled.

“That’s better,” he said as he patted my arm. An arm pat. What I really wanted was an ass pat. I was gonna have to work on that. My hand and his ass because I swear to God his was made to order.

Six

Just Miles

When she walked in the room, I couldn’t think straight. Tall, curvy, and undoubtedly the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid my eyes on, my lungs emptied of every last bit of air. She had the face of a goddess, heart shaped, and gentle, not chiseled and hard like many women had today. Okay, that goddess thing was one gigantic cliche, but it was true. Full lips that complemented her captivating smile drew me in like a monstrous magnet. I was in serious trouble.

When Caroline had started to introduce me as her brother, I had to think fast, so Miles Patterson popped into my head. I think I had a passport with that name on it which is why it rolled off my tongue so quickly.

Just Miles, she called me. She could call me anything and I’d answer. Damn, she was really something. How could fate have intervened so cruelly? Now she would haunt me forever.

When Justin’s phone rang and he had to back out of taking her to the hotel, another force took over my mouth and spoke those words of offering to do it in his place. My brain was not cooperating with my mouth in the least today.

On the way over there, I laughed to myself because she wasn’t catching my diversionary tactics at all. I didn’t want her asking me one question. With the way my brain was functioning, no way in hell would I be able to stop myself from answering her.

Entering her hotel room nearly took everything out of me. I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss the hell out of her mouth. Her panties were tossed around the room, and I had a vision of her, a very naked vision that made my dick jerk. I could imagine her long, shapely legs, wrapped around me, and her voice, husky with passion as she cried out my name. When she started asking Jesus, Mary, and Joseph for help, it took every bit of self-control not to lay her down on the bed and show her how that little wand was nothing in comparison to what I could do to her.

Strength, I needed strength when I was around her. Why the hell did my brother-in-law have such an incredible-looking sister?

“Well, I guess that’s everything, then.”

I looked at all her suitcases and chuckled. “Planning to stay awhile?”

“Yeah, I’m moving here, remember?”

Nodding, I said, “Right.” My brain was on one thing, and it wasn’t her clothing. It was the absence of it.

She bent over one of her bags to tuck something in the pocket and her hair fell forward. It was long and a shiny, pale brown that was kissed by the sun, leaving lightened streaks behind. But her ass, dear God, her ass had me imagining my hands gripping it as I pumped into her from behind, bringing her to the most exquisite orgasm she’d ever had. Christ, I needed to get my mind out of the sex gutter! But hell, that ass of hers was unlike any I’d ever seen. She was so soft and inviting. My arms struggled with the urge to hold her. I didn’t even realize she had stood back up and was staring at me.

“That’s rude, you know.”

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