Page 34 of Hard to Break

I love that Miles thinks talking about money is boring.

“Been thinking about you for hours,” he groans.

Satisfaction blooms deep within me, twining with nowhere-near-satiated need.

“Only hours?” I work the button open and the fly down on his jeans.

His breathing gets shallow. “Days. Months. Fucking years I’ve been thinking of you, Princess.”

Emotion and need war in my chest.

His fingers slide beneath my thong. Pleasure collides with feelings that are stronger, more powerful, than any I’ve felt.

“Hate to mess you up,” he groans as he tugs it and my bra down, his thumbs grazing my nipples. “You look like you belong here.”

My heart kicks. “I’ve had people my entire life tell me I don’t look like I belong. I know deep down that I do, but I get tired of reminding myself.”

His lips brush mine. “You’re a fucking queen, Brooke Ellis.” When they come back again, they cling, and I lose myself in the taste of him.

“I was worried about you this week,” I admit when we part an inch.

He groans. “I’m sorry. I think being there got inside my head a little. I can’t take it back, but I can show you I’m here now, that we’re okay. Sound good?”

I nod slowly.

“I like you dressed up, but…” He reaches for the pins in my hair. “I like you even better dressed down.”

Miles waits for permission. He knows how important it is to me to look put together—that I’m not sure who I am when I can’t control the narrative.

“Do it.”

Without asking twice, he yanks fistfuls of pins out of my hair, drags my lips against his, and devours me with hunger.

Yes. This is what I want. The need, the storm.

But more than that, it’s knowing that he sees me, that he believes in me and has my back.

It’severything.

His fingers slid between us, inside me.

Every thought flies out of my head. Pleasure spirals through me, starting at my core and spinning out into a need that’s all-consuming. How is it possible to be so satisfied and so needy at once? I never knew it was possible before this man. This moment.

I need more of him. All of him.

He groans against my mouth. His other hand grips my ass, grinding me down on him.

He’s already so deep, and it’s only his fingers. It’s true what they say about big hands, but he also knows how to use them. It’sas if someone gave him a playbook of exactly how to make me writhe.

“Come on me,” he groans. “Come on me and I’ll fuck you properly.”

Miles pulls back long enough to add a third finger. I arch against him, inhaling sharply at the feel of him. The scent of him, of us, fills the car. He rubs his thumb across my clit, and I’m so close.

I explode, crying out as my arms tighten around his neck.

“That’s it, Princess. So beautiful.”

He waits for me to come back to Earth, my damp forehead pressed against his neck. But I’m aware of his cock between us, twitching. I’m satisfied, but it’s not enough.

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