Page 20 of Change Your Play

Oh, Heaven

Miles placed his hand on my lap in the car, leisurely, casually. Like we’d done it a thousand times before. I held my breath while he brushed up my skirt. His hand vanished underneath it, rubbing his thumb on the inside of my thigh. A shiver ran down my back. Tension wrung me out, but even more than that,anticipationtook hold.

I knew how it’d go. I knew he’d touch me further, finally give me a little of the relief I craved.

But he didnot.

He didn’t do anything. Miles was content.

I tried to rub my thighs together, but he didn’t move an inch. With a glance his way, I realized what he was doing. “Why are you doing this to me? You’re being mean.”

“Thank you.” He flashed me another grin. “You’re trouble.”

“You can’t—”

“If I touch you any further, I’m pulling this car over and fucking you on the side of the road.”

The deepest blush I’d ever felt painted my cheeks.

“But I don’t want that,” he finished and tightened his hold around my thigh. “Not yet.”

“It’d be easier,” I suggested, only too aware of how I sounded. If I asked outright, I knew he’d say no, but I couldn’t stop the part of me that wanted himsobadly to just pull the car over. I swallowed. “Wouldn’t it be easier? More private, even.”

“More private?” he asked.

“Much more private.”

“You’re saying you don’t want to be seen at my apartment?”

“Are you kidding?” I blinked at him, momentarily thrown off. “Miles, you’ve got to know how inappropriate this is.”

“How…?”

“I’m part of the scouting team. Even if you’re not going to Marrs, you’ve still signed the paperwork. We need to talk about perimeters. This has to be quiet. I want to become head intern and—oh—oh—”

Miles squeezed my thigh and swiped three of his fingers down the inside, closer to my panties. He couldn’t do that to me. How could he do that to me? I pressed my legs together, trying to focus on exactly what I’d been talking about.

“How long does this have to be private?” he asked, as if he didn’t just ease a moan out of me.

My mind wasn’t clear enough to comprehend the question.

“How long—what—?”

“How long does this have to be private? This thing between us?”

I couldn’t believe it. I actually couldn’t believe it.

“Miles….”

“You didn’t think I’d let you stroll through the door and stroll right out, did you, vixen?”

His hand slipped down even further, and I stiffened in the seat, drawing in deep breaths. With soft, slow strokes, he caressed my panties. It barely gave me what I needed. I tried to take his hand further, but he was too strong. Miles didn’t budge. He would touch me how he wanted to.

“Miles.”

“You have to feel this connection between us. There’s no way I’m the only one feeling this.”

His car sped down the road, pushing past whatever the speed limit was. Oklahoma fields flew past me, nothing concrete I could focus on. All I could focus on was the way he caressed my panties and the stickiness between my thighs.

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