Page 42 of Keeping It Professional

“Mm? Problem?”

“You’re teasing…”

I ran my nails up his inner thigh, and the pad of my thumb up the seam of his balls. His cock jumped and pulsed, and I kissed just the tip. Miles flung his head back and growled deep in his throat. I smiled and kept teasing him, little butterfly flutters. Flicks of my tongue, just enough to torment. Miles tensed so hard his legs were like steel.

“I swear to God…”

“Mm?”

“You love this, don’t you?”

I smirked so my lips curled against his stiff shaft, then slid up and took him all in my mouth. He made a sound then that was close to a scream, choked off halfway by a loud, strangledfuck. I sucked him and teased him till I could feel he was close, then I pulled back and blew on his cock.

“Get up here.”

“Hm?”

“Quit messing around.” Miles wrenched one hand free and tangled it in my hair. He pulled me up to him and flipped me on my back, and held me down with one hand as he stripped me with the other, first my coat, then my shirt, then he unzipped my jeans. He slid his hand down and traced my slit through the lace, light caresses at first, then he found my clit. I moaned as he thumbed it hard, and rocked up against him. He kissed me to swallow my urgent demands.

“Need this off too.” He unhooked my bra and pushed it out of the way. Cool air hit my nipples and they stood up hard. Miles leaned down and sucked on them. Tugged with his teeth. I begged him breathless and wordless, more, more, more.More.

“Fuck me,” I groaned, when he came up for air.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Right now.” I groped for my nightstand. Opened the drawer. Miles grabbed the condoms and rolled one on. He pushed my jeans down and I kicked them away. Wriggled out of my panties as he shed his sweats. He crawled up on me naked and I pulled him inside, and gasped as he filled me and thrust deep and hard.

I couldn’t think past how good he felt, how bad I needed him. The heat in my belly. My body responded all on its own, matching his rhythm. Meeting him thrust for thrust. Our hips pumped together. Our hearts raced in step. His breath on my neck sent chills down my side, all the way down my legs, and it made my toes curl. I bunched my fists in the covers and then in his hair, then let him go to drag my nails down his back.

“Miles!”

“Yeah…” His breath caught. “Yeah, say my name.”

I said it again. Shouted it loud. He gritted mine out all gravel-rough. My vision went white, then bright heartbeat-red, and pleasure crashed through me in wave after wave. Miles rode the wave with me and we fell through together, then collapsed on our sides on the bed. He kissed my eyelids as I panted for breath. I gripped the back of my neck to anchor myself. Slowly, together, we spiraled down from our high, and lay spent and content. Miles wound my hair round his finger, then let it go. I leaned up to kiss him on the tip of his nose.

“Again?”

“What, right now?”

“No, in ten minutes.”

Miles made a feeble sound, but I felt his cock twitch. I knew he’d want me again and again and again, every bit as badly as I wanted him.

“I should sleep,” he protested. “I have work.”

“Not till noon, you don’t.” I ran a nail up his back. Gooseflesh rose on his arms and I kissed it away. “But if you insist…”

“Oh, don’t you dare.” He caught me by my arm as I rolled away. Spun me back to him and kissed me deep and hard.

“What if Idodare?” I half pulled away. Miles lifted me onto him and slapped my bare ass. I smacked his arm on reflex and he caught my wrist. He pulled my hand to him and nipped the tips of my fingers, then sucked them lightly till I shuddered and sighed. Then he leaned up, his lips to my ear.

“Dare all you want. All night, if you want it.”

“All night.” I reached down to stroke him back to attention. All night sounded good, tonight, any night. His touch felt too right to be a mistake.

CHAPTER 16

MILES

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