Page 54 of Paper Hearts & Plot Twists

She heard the shower turn on and sat in the bed, arms crossed, before an idea hit her. She called in their order. She had thirty minutes . . . just enough time in her opinion.

Emily walked into the bathroom; Miles was in the shower with his back turned to her. Between the water, the fan, and his humming, he had no idea she’d entered the room. She opened the shower door, stepped into the stall behind Miles, and wrapped her arms around him from behind, splaying her hands over his chest.

Miles jumped then relaxed into the grip. He reached back, wrapped a hand around her neck, and turned his head to give her an open-mouth kiss. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“We weren’t done,” Emily told him, pressing a kiss to his neck. She moved her hands down his body, over his abdomen, and around his already hard length. Miles groaned and dropped his head back when she began moving her hand up and down.

“Turn around for me,” Emily commanded. She released him and stepped back. Miles complied, smirking when he saw her eyes roaming his form.

Emily dropped to her knees before him and leaned forward, taking his length into her mouth. She brought her hands up, cupping and squeezing his balls as she took as much of him into her mouth as she could. Pulling back, she swirled her tongue along the length and over the head. Miles fisted a hand into her hair, humming in appreciation.

He let Emily lead for a moment before he grasped her head and thrust in and out several times. Emily gagged under the new sensation, tensing her hands into his thigh to help brace herself.

Miles used his hold on her head and helped her to stand. He pulled her forward by the back of the neck and pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

“Arms around my neck,” Miles commanded.

Emily complied, pressing her bare breasts to Miles’s chest. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her legs, placing them around his waist. He leaned her against the wall, and lined up his cock with her entrance, rubbing back and forth for a moment.

“Please,” Emily whimpered.

“How can I deny my little muse?” Miles asked before he slammed forward. Emily saw stars. Her head fell back and she moaned as Miles set a brutal pace, slamming in and then pulling all the way out before slamming back in. Emily clutched at his back and whimpered as she felt herself close to the edge.

Miles pressed into her one last time and felt his world explode as pleasure rippled through him. He held Emily against him as he leaned against her on the wall, both panting from exertion. He peppered her face with butterfly kisses then slowly set her on the shower floor, making sure her feet were steady before he loosened his grip.

“I’m done showering, so the bathroom’s all yours,” Miles said with one last kiss to Emily’s lips. He smacked her butt gently as he stepped out of the stall and grabbed a towel, quickly drying himself and getting dressed before leaving Emily alone in the still running shower.

Miles was just in time to get the door and room service. He tipped the server and set the food on the table. Removing items from the tray, a thought hit him like a bullet. They’d just had unprotected sex. He hadn’t used a condom with Emily in the shower.

“Dammit!” Miles muttered into his hands, dread pooling in his stomach.

Emily entered the room, freshly clean and dressed, hair wrapped in a towel on top her head. She furrowed her brow when she saw Miles’s distress.

Emily stepped forward and placed her hand on his shoulder. When he didn’t pull away she leaned down, wrapping her arms around him and asked, “What’s going on?”

“I didn’t use a condom,” Miles admitted. “I can’t believe I did that. That’s never happened before. I’m so sorry.”

“Well I’m clean, and on birth control, so if you’re clean, we’re all good,” Emily said with a shrug.

Miles looked at her incredulously, before he said, “I’m clean, though I wouldn’t say forgetting to use a condom is all good.”

“Well there won’t be any surprise babies or STDs so I’d say that’s a win.”

“I hope there are never any babies,” Miles admitted. He looked toward the window and hunched his shoulders. This was usually the place where potential partners tried to convince him to change his tune or told him they were incompatible. There was definitely a reason he was in his thirties with no life partner. Vanessa was the only woman he’d dated who was okay with his child-free stance.

“Babies are feral little creatures, aren’t they?” Emily said with a laugh. “I’ve enjoyed seeing some of my friends’ kids, and there have been cute kids in the store, but I’ve never seen that sort of life for me.”

“Can you be any more perfect?” Miles asked.

“I could be a bit taller and my boobs could be a bit bigger.”

“Your height, your boobs, and your everything is perfect,” Miles said, pulling Emily into his lap. He pressed his lips to hers, silencing any potential protests.

“Have some food,” Miles said, dragging a plate of pastries to their seat. Emily kissed the stubble on his chin and grabbed a scone from the plate. She took a bite and closed her eyes, humming in pleasure as the rich buttery taste and the melty chocolate chips hit her tongue.

“Thanks for grabbing this for us,” Emily said as she continued to nibble her treats. She stood and squeaked when Miles pinched her butt. She sat in the opposite chair and picked up her mug of coffee, closing her eyes and savoring the freshly brewed scent.

“Thanks for calling it in for us,” Miles responded. “Are you planning to go to the signing this morning?”

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