Page 18 of Miki

“The guard is on his way up.”

Marko’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

“You need to get out!”

Shit! I cracked the door open and peeked out. The mystery woman was hurrying along the hallway. She seemed distracted and didn’t notice me creeping up behind her.

“He’s on level one and will head up, so wait until he goes onto level two or three, then slip past him and get out!” Marko stated.

Hell, the woman wasn’t aware the guard was doing his rounds. If she kept running down the stairs, she’d be caught. I couldn’t let that happen. If she got caught, the police would be called, and I’d be trapped here and likely caught, too. Shit, shit, shit!

There was nothing for it. I had to stop her.

Just as she opened the door and stepped into the stairwell, I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, holding her tightly against me with a hand over her mouth. She attempted to struggle and speak.

“Quiet,” I whispered. She froze, and we heard whistling and footsteps as the guard entered the stairwell below.

She gasped and looked up at me, her eyes widening as she realised just how close she’d come to being discovered. With our bodies pressed tightly together, faces inches apart, we could do nothing but stare at each other.

The most gorgeous amber eyes I had ever seen held mine prisoner as the world around me lost focus. A sense of peace filled me, unlike anything I’d ever known.

Whoever this woman was, I knew in that second that she was going to have an impact on my life beyond this brief encounter, and I smiled as I checked out the rest of her.

Pressed up against her as tightly as I was, I couldn’t help but notice her curves. Nice! Real nice!

Several strands of dark red hair peeked out from her hood, which had fallen back just enough to reveal pale, flawless skin, and full pink lips. She was stunning. Completely breathtaking.

After what felt like ages, the guard opened the door two floors below and headed inside. I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly removed my hand from her mouth.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” she asked.

Her voice sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine as I caught a trace of a sexy Scottish accent. She was a local.

“I could ask you the same thing?”

She never answered. Instead, she appeared to be checking me out the way I had her.

“I guess who we are doesn’t matter, and as for what I am doing? No doubt something similar to you!” she stated with a slight frown that made her nose scrunch up.

God, that was so cute!

She took a deep breath and leaned in closer.

Did she just sniff me?

Yes, I was sure she just sniffed me, and I liked it. Grinning, I sniffed her in return, and wow, she smelt so good. Something citrusy with a hint of cinnamon and maybe chocolate. It made me want to lick her. My cock jerked its approval. Oh hell!

My mouth was suddenly dry, and I licked my lips. Her eyes tracked the movement, and as if pulled by an invisible force, I dipped my head. Her own tilted up at the same time, and I took it as an invitation. Before I could think better of it, I brushed my lips against hers. Their welcoming softness made me groan, and she shuddered in response, opening her mouth to let my tongue delve inside.

Fuck, she tasted as good as she smelt. Better even. All the blood rushed to my cock, and I felt it hardening between us.

Shit, what was going on with me? I was reacting to her like some horny teenager.

Seriously? I chided myself. This was hardly the time or place for me to be getting turned on, but I couldn’t seem to control my body’s response. She was making sexy little mewling sounds, which made it hard for me to even think straight, never mind try to stop. I deepened the kiss, loving her responsiveness.

A voice penetrated my haze of lust, and I realised it was Marko.

“Where the fuck are you? And what are you groaning for? Miki, what the hell is that noise?” Marko asked as the door below us opened again.

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