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I’m glad I told him to bring a condom, because the more I feel that enormous cock digging into my backside, the more I want to feel it inside me again. Though I’m not sure logisticallyhow you slide a condom onto a wet dick. I didn’t think this through.

When I dumped Tyler and called Miller hysterically crying, never in my wildest dreams could I have imaginedthisis where we’d end up. In a bathtub, soaking after sex and ready for round two. Having a casual conversation with his hands on my boobs after we just tenderly washed each other.

The mere thought of it would’ve been crazy to me a few weeks ago, yet here we are.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I don’t know how this will affect our friendship. I don’t know if it will continue on, or if we’ll revert back to being just friends tomorrow. I don’t know much of anything except how veryrightthis feels despite howscaryit also feels.

I don’t want to lose him. I can’t imagine not having him to call on when I need a shoulder to lean on, just as I can’t imagine not being there for him when he needs me. But maybe I’ll still have the same shoulder, and it’ll just fill a new exciting and unexpected role.

Or maybe I’m delusional, and it’s just drunken sex. Maybe he’ll want nothing more than a friends-with-benefits situation.

I’m too scared to ask.

But the way he looked at me, and the things he said to me…all of it leads me to believe he wants more than just benefits with a lifelong friend.

I want to ask what this means, but I don’t think I have the nerve.

I shift my ass a little, and he groans in my ear.

“Don’t do that unless you want me inside again,” he warns softly.

“What if I do?” I ask, doing it again so my ass is rubbing along his cock. I may have only had him inside me once so far, but it was pretty damn addictive that first time.

“Mm,” he moans, and his lips drop to my neck, where he gives me a little nibble. That nibble sends a shockwave right to my core.

There’s no simple or sexy way to turn around and straddle him in the tub, so instead, I stand and grab the towel. I climb out and hand him a towel, too, and he follows suit. When I’m dry enough, I snatch the condom from where it sits on the side of the tub and carry it with me back to the bedroom.

He follows me in, and he pulls me into his arms, dropping his lips down to mine. I take charge this time, turning us and pushing him back until he falls onto the bed with a grunt. He’s sitting at the edge as I rip open the condom and roll it onto his cock, and then I climb onto his lap, straddling his legs as I get into position. He wraps his arms around my back, his palms flat on my skin as he pulls me close to him, and I reach between us, fist his cock, and slide down on top of it.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I push my body as far down over him as it’ll go, and I moan as his hands move down to my ass.

Even though I’m on top, he starts to move us, setting the pace as we fall into a slow, luxurious rhythm. I cradle his face in my hands, and I lean down to kiss him. It’s intense, kissing him as I move up and down his cock, feeling the pleasure radiating between us as I push all the emotion I’m suddenly feeling for him into this kiss.

It’s somehow tender and sweet, just like him, and sexy and erotic at the same time. Usually after I take the top with a guy, my legs are sore the next day from the position of using them to move us toward our climax. But the way Miller uses his strength to move me up and down over him allows me to focus solely on the pleasure of this act with him. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so in tune with the pleasure a man is giving me as I am with him, and I think that’s what’s so addictive.

It's like I can see clearly for the first time. I can feel the way he cares about me in the tenderness of his kiss, and I can feel how much he wants me in the passion with which he moves beneath me.

I pull back from the kiss, my hands still cradling his jaw as our eyes connect, and the intimacy we share in that second is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s as if two souls are entwining together, and as crazy as it sounds, I think a piece of me realizes how I’ve always loved him.

I just didn’t know we could unlockthissort of love.

It’s passionate and carnal, tender and volcanic all at the same time. It’s explosive and sweet. All contradictions, but all part of this new equation we’re sharing.

As our eyes connect, I see his start to cloud over. He shifts our rhythm to pick up the pace, and I slam down over him as I feel him start to tense beneath me.

Just seeing the way he’s about to fall apart—knowing it’smemaking him get there—is enough to push me into my own release.

“Oh, God, Miller!” I yell as my body races toward the breaking point. “I’m coming!”

“Fuck,” he hisses again, and he growls as he starts to come, too, pulling my mouth back down to his as we both grunt and moan our way through our orgasms together.

I’ve never been this in sync with a man before. I think maybe once in history I came during the act of sex rather than afterward, as either the guy I was with or I rubbed my clit until my body fell apart.

But this, coming while he’s inside me, comingtogetherwith him as we both hit our peak at the same time, it’s so different. So magical. So beautiful. So addictive.

And all that only tells me that I want to have a lot more sex with Miller Banks.

CHAPTER 23: Sophie Summers

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