Page 48 of Sinful Desires

“What about actions?” Miles countered.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I have my legal team in the process of drawing up paperwork to form a nonprofit foundation focused on kids from poor neighborhoods, with backgrounds like mine.”

That was news to me, but then it would be after a week of no contact. “I have to do something to help them,” he explained. “Seeing them at that carnival…”

He turned to Mom. “There was a boy who reminded me much too much of myself at his age. I could’ve used a community around me in those days. Mentors, guidance. Hell, free food after school and help with my homework. I want to provide that now. You help the moms. I’ll help the kids.”

Mom’s eyes lit up. “We could work together,” she concluded with a smile.

“Wait a second.” Dad was still having none of it, and it took everything I had not to stomp my feet like a spoiled kid. Why was he so damn impossible? “Now we’re talking about working with him?”

“Give him a chance,” I whispered. “Dad, please.”

He pushed away from the desk, ignoring Mom when she reached for him. We exchanged a worried look as he rounded the desk, standing with his back to us and gazing out the window. Miles reached up and took my hand from his shoulder, lacing his fingers with mine. It felt so right. I was so proud of him.

Still, a part of me would always be filled with regret if Dad never came around and accepted us.

Dad’s shoulders rose and fell. “Clearly, I’m outnumbered,” he admitted with a sigh. “Don’t expect me to be thrilled about this. I do believe you have decent intentions, Miles. Don’t make me regret not picking up that phone and calling Connor.”

“I promise I won’t.” His grip on my hand tightened. “You know I keep my promises.”

Dad snickered, turning his head and smirking over his shoulder. “You’ve proven that much. And, Pumpkin?” His gaze softened along with his voice. “I love you.”

My throat tightened, but I managed to croak, “I love you, Dad.”

Mom came over, gently shooing us out of the room. “Go ahead. Give him some time.” She kissed my cheek, ushering us across the threshold, then closed the door, leaving us alone in the hall.

We had been here before—moments after leaving Dad’s study that first day, face-to-face. Now, I wasn’t filled with apprehension and mistrust. Not like before. Never again.

“Are you sure about this?” It was like he was afraid to touch me as he gently brushed his fingers over my cheek, stroking my hair behind my ear. That simple touch drained the strength from me. All I wanted was to lean in, to melt into his arms. Thank God I came back when I had. I would never stop being grateful for a simple twist of fate.

“Absolutely sure,” I told him with a smile and a heart ready to burst. “I heard everything you said. And I’m sorry you had to?—”

He shook his head, then touched his forehead to mine, releasing a sigh. “Enough of my past. It’s time to start thinking about the future.”

“The immediate future or long-term?” I was ready to explode with joy by the time I opened my eyes to look deep into his. Was this real? Had my dreams come true all at once? It certainly feltthat way. “Because in the immediate future, I would like very much to be alone with you.”

His full mouth stirred in the beginnings of a knowing grin. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Oh, God! Yes!” I held Miles’s head in place, grinding against his face, riding the waves of pleasure brought on by his tongue against my clit. He was a master, working my body like an instrument. I was made for him, and he was made for me.

Instead of letting up, he drove his tongue inside me, fucking me with it and teasing my clit with his thumb. Fireworks burst behind my closed eyelids, red, gold, and silver, my core clenching again before the sweetest spasms wracked me from head to toe. Fuck, he was good at that.

He was good at a lot of things, like stretching out on his back and pulling me on top of him without any effort. We didn’t need to talk through it. I knew what he needed because I needed it too.

We both went still when I took him inside me, savoring that first moment of penetration as I sank to his base. “There is nothing like being inside you,” he whispered, running his hands up my thighs as I began to move. “So tight. So wet.”

“Let me feel every inch of you,” I groaned out, rolling my hips when I reached his base, moaning at the pressure against my G-spot. Sheer torture and I wouldn’t have given up a second of it.

I was so sure we would never be here again.

“Miles… Miles…” Right away, the tension began building again. Maybe I had never stopped coming after the last one. All I knew was my body plunged up and down on top of his, riding him hard and fast. He was back where he belonged, inside me. Connected.

“God, I love you,” he whispered, touching me, stroking, lighting me on fire. Flames licked my skin, or was that his tongue when he sat up, pulling me close, burying his face in my neck, and groaning when I picked up speed? Close, so close.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear, my fingers dancing in his hair, my breath coming in sharp gasps. That was all I knew. I loved him. I loved this. His heart racing against mine, his hands tugging my hair, pulling my head back so his tongue could trace the line of my throat.

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