Page 66 of Resisting the Running Back

I want him in a way that terrifies me.

I want him now. I want him always. I want him any way I can get him, whether it’s his finger inside me under a table or up in our hotel suite.

I feel positivelygiddythat I just made him come the way I did under the table. I got him so worked up that he came in hispants without my hand ever physically making contact with his cock, and I’ve never had that sort of power over someone before. I was touching him, sure, but it felt like him getting me off was enough to get him off. How damn sexy is that?

Very. Incredibly. Ridiculously.

We sip our drinks and watch the dancers on the dance floor, and I turn toward him. “Do you want to dance?”

He glances down at the spot where I just had my hand on him, and he turns toward me. “I need to use the restroom first.”

I get his meaning, and honestly, I could use a clean-up myself—in particular since I’m not wearing panties. We finish our drinks, then head down the darkened hallway toward the restrooms. It’s crowded here—too crowded to sneak into a stall to have sex, that’s for sure.

I meet him back in the hallway, and he takes my hand and leads me toward the dance floor.

We’re smashed together in the crush of people, and I love it. I love being close to him. I love smelling his clean scent, and I love when he slides one of his legs between mine so I’m practically riding his leg.

I’m so hot for him that I’m certain I’m leaving a wet mark on his pants, but I’m beyond the point of caring. I feel his cock as it presses against my hip, and he’s hard again, which means he might even be ready to go again.

Suddenly the only thought in my mind is finding somewhere to have sex with him.

I lean forward and move my lips toward his ear. “I need you. Now.”

He glances around at the crush of people, and he grabs my hand and leads me back to our booth. He reaches into his wallet and pulls out a condom, always prepared like the good boy he is, and he unbuttons his pants. Our server comes over to ask if wewant more drinks just as he’s about to pull his cock out, and we both know we need to say yes to keep our table.

“Another round,” he says, somehow composed despite the situation in which we find ourselves.

I glance down to see him sliding the condom on as the server walks away, and then he reaches for me.

“Sit on my lap.”

“Right here?” I squeak.

His eyes glint in the flash of light from the dance floor, and he doesn’t look like my Miller. He looks like this dangerous, sexy beast who probably has the ability to break my heart, but underneath all that, I know he won’t. It’s Miller.

He wouldneverhurt me.

With that in mind, I climb over and sit on his lap as requested. He lifts my dress as I move into place, and he slides himself inside me.

Oh. My. God.

It’s that same full, beautiful feeling that I’ve already become hooked on, that same feeling of pleasure that makes me wonder how we lived without this for as long as we have.

He stills inside of me, careful not to move just yet as we look around to be sure nobody is watching us, trying to act casual like I’m not impaled by Miller Banks’s enormous cock right now.

I can’t act casual. Are you kidding me? He’s seated fully inside of me, neither of us moving, and it’s hot as hell.

And I feel him twitch inside me.

It’s nearly my total undoing—again. Already.

I moan as I shift over him, not meaning to but also sort of needing to, and he grips my hips to still me as the server drops off our drinks, barely giving us a second glance.

Does she know what we’re doing? Does she see this sort of thing all the time?

“Fuck, you’re so tight over me,” he murmurs close to my ear after she leaves, and he reaches forward to pick up his drink.

He’s just casually drinking a Jack and Coke here in the club as his enormous dick fills me.

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