Page 71 of Serpentine

She shushes me. “I know, Miles. I know.”

Her lips cut off any further words. “I’ll be careful. I’m going to solve this for both of us. If it’s the only thing I ever accomplish in my pitiful life.”

My eyes snap open. “Pitiful? You’re nothing of the fucking sort.” Irrational anger builds in me. “Don’t say that shit again.”

She smiles. “Yes, sir.”

I growl from somewhere deep in my chest. She squeaks when I grab her ass and tug her closer. Her legs wrap around my back, and I drop my teeth into the flesh of her neck.

“You know what that does to us, right? I can’t explain why. Maybe it’s some selfish need to dominate, but fuck, it’s hot,” I admit, nipping the shell of her ear.

“I noticed,” she whispers, tipping her head to the side and letting me devour her slowly.

“You’d better come back,” I tell her, skimming my lips across her jawline.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because women don’t remain in the quiver.”

“Whitney seems just fine,” she counters, teeth tugging on my bottom lip when I hover instead of kissing her.

I laugh darkly. “Whitney is a brand of crazy that might even be more unhinged than Kylo.”

Her tongue slips over my bottom lip. “Who’s saying I’m not the same?”

When I close the small space between us, I swallow her moan, my hands gripping her ass cheeks and squeezing.

It’s pure heat between us, especially when I let my hand find her center. She’s in tiny shorts she’d picked out at the boutique to sleep in. It would be all too easy to slip beneath them and fuck her with two fingers and make her scream.

But I know I shouldn’t.

Instead, I rub her over them, letting her moan as loudly as she wants as I break our kiss to watch her.

“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.

“Giving you something to remember me by, of course.”

“Miles, I could never forget you,” she admits with a crackled groan.

I shrug, picking up the pace as I feel her shorts dampen at the point where they’ve slipped into her heated junction.

“Call it a parting gift, then, yeah?”

She nods, frantically grinding herself against me as she seeks orgasm.

“Once you scream for me, princess, I’ll let you go. But don’t you stay gone long, hm? If I have to come find you, you’ll regret it.”

“Miles!”

She’s in her Lexus, and the engine is purring. I’m leaning against her door, head in the open window. Our lips move together in an unspoken goodbye as her tears lubricate them.

I slip my hand in and give her the burner to contact me. She takes it and then shoves it into the cup holder.

“I’ll contact you as soon as possible,” she says.

I nod. “Be safe, princess.”

“I will. And, Miles?”

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