Page 63 of Hard to Break

I kick off my shoes, leaving a trail of clothing down the hall.

Once we reach the office, Miles pulls back for a moment, his eyes searching mine. The only lighting is what spills through from the other room, casting shadows on the walls as our bodies move closer. I see the hunger in Miles's eyes as my vision adjusts, the way his muscles tense with each touch.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, his voice husky with desire.

I nod, my heart pounding. The scent of Miles's cologne mixes with the warmth of our bodies. It fills my senses and makes my heart race even faster. “I've never been more sure of anything.”

With that, he kisses me again, his hands roaming my body. As our kisses deepen, I taste the sweetness of his lips, a familiar and comforting taste that has always been uniquely his.

I reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it on the floor. His skin is warm beneath my fingertips, and I revel in the solid strength of his muscles. Our bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle, each touch sparking a symphony of sensations that resonates deep within me.

My skin tingles under Miles's touch, every nerve alive and craving his hands on me. His fingertips trace paths along my body, igniting sparks of pleasure with each caress. I run my hands over his broad shoulders and down his back, feeling the warmth of his skin and the strength of his embrace.

Our breaths come in ragged gasps, mingling together in the quiet of the room. The only other sounds are the occasional creak of the desk beneath us and the soft moans and whimpers that escape our lips.

My heart races as Miles's lips trail down my neck, sending shivers of desire through me. The world outside our little bubble fades away, leaving only the two of us in this moment. His hands move with purpose and passion, each touch igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both.

He skims his hands down my waist, over my ass. He unzips my jeans, drags them over my hips, and my thong with them. Miles's gaze travels down my body, his eyes dark with desire. I feel a rush of heat at his intensity, at the hunger in his eyes that matches my own. His hands trace the curves of my body with reverence, as if committing every inch to memory.

His mouth finds mine again, a searing kiss that leaves me breathless. I melt into him, lost in the heady whirlwind of passion that swirls between us.

His touch strokes lower, between my thighs. My breath hitches. My body is responding to his touch, obeying the primal desire that courses through me.

“Miles,” I murmur, my voice barely audible, “I've missed this.”

His eyes lock with mine, his face a mix of longing and desire. “I've missed you, Princess.”

There’s a table with packing supplies in the corner, and he sweeps it to clear it. He lifts me up onto it and follows me down, each touch sending a ripple of pleasure through me. Miles's eyes never leave mine, his face a canvas of raw emotion.

His fingers trace delicate paths along my skin, every touch a reminder of the trust we've shared. I arch my back, my fingers searching out the edge of the table as our embrace deepens. Miles's lips find my neck, his breath hot and heavy against my skin. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of his touch, the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

As he continues his exploration, it's just us alone in our own little universe, where nothing matters but the feeling of his touch, the heat of his passion, the sound of our breaths.

“I need you,” I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looks down at me, his eyes dark with desire, his face a testament to the intensity of our connection. He nods, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches for me.

He positions himself between my legs, his gaze never leaving mine. I can feel the tension in his body, the intensity of his desire mirrored in every muscle, every movement. With a grace that belies his strength, he enters me, our bodies becoming one in a union that feels as natural and right as the world around us.

I gasp at the feeling of his warmth, his body pressing against me, his hips moving in a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart. Our eyes lock, a silent communication of love and desire that transcends words. I can see his hunger, his longing, his unwavering commitment to me.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, my body arching to meet his every thrust. Every touch, every movement, is another reminder of the connection that has always existed between us. A bond that has been tested but never broken.

As our bodies move together, our breaths sync, our hearts beating in time with each other. It's a dance we've done a thousand times, but this time feels different, more powerful, more intimate. The pleasure builds, a wave of sensation that threatens to consume me.

“Brooke,” Miles breathes, his voice a low growl. His hands grip my hips, his eyes never leaving mine. “I'm close.”

A shiver runs down my spine, the anticipation heightening my senses. I meet his gaze, a challenge in my eyes. “Me too.”

He kisses me hard, our breaths matching in a wild cadence. Each movement of his hips sends a ripple of pleasure through me, the tension building until I can't take it anymore.

“Miles,” I whimper, arching my back. “Now.”

He nods, his breath hot on my neck. His movements become more frenzied, his body pressing against mine. Miles's hair is tousled, his skin flushed and glistening with sweat as he moves above me. His eyes are intense and focused, locked on mine.

“Brooke,” he groans, his voice hoarse.

“With you,” I gasp, my body trembling.

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