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“I can’t wait to have you begging for it,” he murmured.

“Just pull over.”

“I could,” he allowed. “I could pull over right here on the side of the road…I could bend you over the hood of my car, wrap my fingers in that red hair, pull up that skirt of yours, and make you mine tonight…but I’m not going to waste my time on the road. I told you that.”

“You’re horrible.”

He smirked. “You’ll say that until I’m sucking your clit.”

The drive was achingly long, and all Miles did was tease me. By the time we were at his apartment, I was panting with need.

I stumbled away from the car when he opened the door for me, but Miles caught me. I was just too overwhelmed. Having him helped and didn’t help at the same time. My thoughts weren’t collected through the elevator ride or the short walk down the hallway or standing in front of his door.

When I looked up, Miles caught my eye and he slowly pushed open the door. He didn’t walk in though. Just gazed back at me.

I could get lost in those eyes if I wanted to. It was justtooeasy. With a slow breath in, he dipped down and brushed his lips against mine again.

Oh.Heaven.

He deepened the kiss and stepped closer, forcing me back against the archway of the door. There was nowhere else to move. He pinned me against the frame.

Fuck.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re flustered,” he whispered against the curve of my mouth. “You should be flustered more often.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus again. “We should talk.”

“I don’t want to.”

“It’d be…the right thing to do—”

“You know what would be the right thing?” Miles tilted my chin up and waited until I opened my eyes. “You, naked, lying on my bed,relaxed. That’s the right thing.”

As much as I wanted to deny it, I couldn’t. Iwantedthat.

I wanted to lie on his bed and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Consequences be damned. I’d focus on them later. In the meantime, I needed Miles Locke and I needed him badly.

Without my retort, Miles glowed with smug satisfaction and brought me inside. It was dark and quiet. I couldn’t see much of anything as Miles led me to the left, inside another room.

Definitely Miles’s room.

It was the complete bachelor pad. Old football memorabilia, video games on the table, family pictures from Nevada covered the walls, all of it Miles. I drank it in, taking a wide sweep of the dark room.

But the realization of what I was doing startled me.

When had I ever gone to a hookup’s room and started analyzing the furniture, looking for pieces of him?

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Cleo

Best Hands In The Business

Miles pressed up behind me, wrapping his arms around my frame. His soft kiss on my neck melted away my worries, and my eyelids fluttered. He really could draw a response out of me. During the day, I kept all my emotions in check for my job, but Miles brushed away my professional defenses.

And there went my clothes.

My shirt, my skirt, my bra, unclasped, my panties, Miles slipped me out of everything one piece at a time as he touched me. He kissed my neck again.

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