Page 33 of Hard to Break

A few passengers outside the airport recognize him, pointing as they pass. A couple snap discreet pics.

“Miles Garrett!” one calls.

He offers a quick wave and a genuine smile.

My heart kicks. I love that he makes time for his fans, that none of it’s fake.

“We could go directly to the hotel. Forget the event,” Miles murmurs against my neck as he turns back to me.

I pretend to debate. “But I’m hungry.”

“Me too.” His eyes glint wickedly.

“What does Miles think happened?”Ruby’s words play in my head.

Now that Miles is here, I realize how much stress we’ve both been under.

Miles’s grin settles on me. For the first time in days, he looks genuinely happy.

I won’t let Ruby’s question into our date, our night.

“You’re having a good season. Don’t lose focus!” a fan calls from behind him.

His smile doesn’t falter, but I know he clocks it as he takes my hand and tugs me into the back of the limo.

Every day, hour, second, we’ve been apart this week feels as if it piles on me at once. It’s more than the distance—it’s the added worry I’ve been feeling about him, wanting to fix it but not being able to.

He pulls me into his lap and kisses me, hard and deep. His palm slides up my thigh.

“We should really go back to the hotel.” His words are a throaty promise.

Maybe we should, judging from the way his fingers on the back of my neck make heat pool in my stomach.

“This party has some up-and-coming designers.” I moan against his mouth as my hands tangle in his hair. “Plus, I already gave the driver the address.”

“Well, fuck. What’re we going to do?” he groans.

My body is already humming with him, vibrating with need.

His touch is filled with urgency. The laid-back Miles Garrett from a moment ago, smiling at fans, is gone. This version is even sexier, because he’s completely strung out over me.

“Can we…” I trail off as his hand slips between my thighs and brushes where I’m throbbing.

Miles buzzes down the partition and tears his mouth from mine. I think he’s about to argue when he says, “Take the long way.”

“It’s Manhattan, sir. Every way is the long way.”

Miles chuckles as he buzzes the divider back up.

“Now we have a minute to catch up.” His hands grip my hips as he shifts me to straddle him. The dress tugs against my thighs, riding up around my ass. “How was your day?”

“That’s what you wanted to do when you got me alone.” My hand fists in his sweater as I take him in.

“Mhmm. I want to know everything.” Miles’s fingers shift up my thighs, tugging my legs farther apart. Pleasure spikes through me as I rest on him, feeling him already hard through his jeans and the thin fabric of my panties.

“My boyfriend got me and my friend tickets to Fashion Week and flew here in time to meet me for dinner. Yours?”

“Got through a dry as hell meeting about logistics and projections and bonuses.”

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