Page 84 of Loving You

I step into my panties and grab a shirt from one of the dresser drawers. Miles watches me the entire time.

I don’t say anything and neither does he, but he does finally pull up his boxers and jeans.

Then he rubs the back of his neck as if he isn’t sure what to do next.

To save him the pain of thinking of what to say, I beat him to it.

“So, see you in the morning, boss.”

The expression on his face morphs from unsure to cocky.

“Yeah,” he says slowly with a small growl and takes a step toward me. He cups my chin and presses his lips to mine, hard with dominance. “Just once isn’t going to be enough for me.”

And he turns and walks out of the room.

As soon as I hear the sliding door close, I cover my face with my hands and fall back onto my bed.

Oh. My. God.

What have we done?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

MILES

At six o’clock on the dot the next morning, I pound my fist against Luca’s front door.

“Luca! Open the door.”

Sleep didn’t come easy last night. Anytime I closed my eyes, the vision of Quinn on her knees or on the bed spread wide consumed me. I even tried to start my day at four thirty, but I got nothing done. I can’t stop thinking about last night.

I fucked up. I fucked up bad.

This is why people should never give in to lust or temptation of any kind.

It’s so hard to stop when it’s right there in front of you. All pink and wet and?—

“Luca, open the goddamn door!”

I hear the click and practically push the door open as I rush inside.

“Jesus, some of us do sleep in the morning. We can’t all be workaholics like you.”

“We need to talk.” I head straight for his kitchen and start a pot of coffee as if it were my own house.

I need a big fucking cup today.

Shit.

I’m a cool guy. I have my shit together, but right now I’m about to lose it.

“O-kay, what’s wrong with you?”

“Oh, what’s wrong with me? So, so many things.” I drop into a seat at his kitchen table and cradle my face in my hands. “Where do I start?”

“There’s a whole story? Hell yes.” Luca all but claps as he sits across from me with a smile, waiting for me to go on.

I take a deep breath, ready for him to interrupt me after each sentence.

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