Page 18 of Love, Lies, and Celtic Knots

I laugh, feeling a little bolder. "Glad to hear it. But I'm not done yet." I slide my hands down his chest, enjoying the feeling of his muscles beneath the fine linen shirt. "I have a dessert planned, and I think you'll like it."

"Oh, I'm sure I will," he growls, his voice deep and hungry. "But first, let's savor this appetizer."

His lips claim mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless. His mouth is demanding, and I eagerly respond, our tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm. His hands roam over my body, cupping my ass and pulling me closer, as if he can’t get enough of me.

Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips along his jawline, nipping and sucking gently. He groans, his hands snaking up my bare thighs and under my dress. "You're driving me crazy, Emma. I want to taste every inch of you."

His words send a wave of desire through me. I want him, too, need him. With nimble fingers, I unbutton his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. I kiss my way down his torso, my hands working on his belt, eager to free him from his clothing.

"Impatient, are we?" he teases, his breath hot against my ear.

"You have no idea," I whisper, my hands finally reaching his zipper and pulling it down. I slowly lower his jeans, revealing his muscular thighs and the bulge in his boxers. My fingers tremble as I hook them under the elastic, pulling them down to release his hard cock. It springs free, thick and heavy, a testament to his desire.

"Fuck, Emma," he groans, his eyes darkening with lust. "You're killing me here."

I kneel before him, taking his length into my hands, stroking him slowly. "I want to taste you," I say, my voice husky with need. "I want to feel you in my mouth."

He grips my hair, guiding me closer. "Then take what you want, baby. It's all yours."

I lean forward, licking the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum. He tastes incredible, and I moan, encouraging him to thrust gently into mymouth. I take him deeper, my throat opening to accommodate his girth, my hands working his shaft in sync with my mouth.

"Oh, Emma," he gasps, his hips moving in a slow rhythm. "Your mouth is fucking heaven."

I suck him harder, my lips tightening around his shaft, my tongue swirling and flicking, driving him wild. Miles' hands tighten in my hair, his breathing becoming more ragged. I love the power I hold over this alpha male, reducing him to a quivering mass of desire.

With a growl, he pulls me off his cock, lifting me up and pressing me against the kitchen counter. "My turn to taste you," he says, his voice thick with need.

I moan, feeling deliciously naughty. "Go right ahead, but you might want to move the food first."

Miles chuckles, his hands on my waist lifting me onto the counter. He quickly clears the dishes, making room for our bodies. The cool granite feels refreshing against my bare skin as he spreads my legs, revealing my wetness as he pulls my dress over my head and tosses it to the kitchen floor.

"Going commando; I like it. You're so fucking gorgeous," he says, his eyes fixed on my exposed core. "I love how you’re so wet for me."

I arch my back, offering myself to him, wanting his touch. His fingers trace my folds, gathering my juices, and then he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. "Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined."

"Please," I beg, my voice hoarse. "I need you inside me."

He produces a condom from I don’t know where and rolls it on and then positions himself at my entrance, his cock hot and throbbing. With one smooth thrust, he fills me, stretching and satisfying me in one delicious motion. I gasp, my eyes rolling back, as he begins to move, his hips pounding against mine. Thecounter provides the perfect leverage, allowing him to go deep and hit all the right spots.

"You feel so good, Emma," he grunts, his hands gripping my thighs, lifting me to meet his powerful thrusts. "So tight and wet."

I moan, throwing my head back, my body on fire. "Harder, Miles. Fuck me harder."

He complies, slamming into me with primal urgency, his balls slapping against my sex. The sound of our flesh meeting fills the kitchen, a symphony of desire. I’m close, so close to the edge, and he seems determined to push me over.

"That's it, come for me," he commands, his voice rough. "Let me feel your pussy clench around my cock."

His words are like a trigger, sending me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing around him, my channel milking his shaft as my orgasm rips through me. Miles grunts, his hips jerking wildly as he comes into the condom.

We stay connected, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. Miles leans forward, his forehead resting against mine, his panting mingling with mine. "That was..." he begins, but I place a finger on his lips, silencing him.

"I know," I whisper, my eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Now, let's finish what we started. I’m hungry."

I grab my dress from the floor and slip it back on, laughing softly as I watch Miles catch his breath. He’s leaning against the counter, still looking at me like he can't quite believe what just happened. I grab a kitchen towel and toss it to him. "Here, wipe the sweat off. We're civilized people, after all."

He chuckles, using the towel to clean up as I head over to the stove to plate our dinner. The scallops are now rubbery, the sauce congealed under the kitchen lights, and the whole setup feels surreal, like something out of a movie. But this is real, and I’m here, making dinner for the man who just made me lose myself in the most delicious way possible.

“Okay, Mr. Dawson, how do you feel about frozen pizza? This is now ruined,” I say, showing him the pan of ruined scallops.

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