Page 74 of Resisting the Running Back

I guess that was a little out of character for me, but intimacy with Sophie will do that to a guy.

And tonight, I’m ready for some more of that intimacy. So is she, and I’m loving getting to know this side of her.

She squeezes my hand as we walk toward the elevator. She lets out the softest little sigh when she sees we won’t be alone on that elevator, and she lets go of my hand and moves closer to me as we wait. I toss my arm around her shoulder and squeezeher into my side as she slips an arm around my waist, and we walk to the back of the elevator that way.

Once we’re in place, her hand trails down, and she squeezes my ass.

I let out a soft chuckle as I look down at her, and she’s looking up at me, the warmth that was there just a few moments ago replaced now with a heat that tells me exactly what’s about to go down when we get into our room.

My hunch is correct.

As soon as the door latches shut behind us, I flip the bolt and push the swing lock over. I turn around, and she’s standing mere inches from me. She lifts onto her tiptoes and runs her fingertips along my jawline, and then she tilts her head back as she moves toward me. I drop down to press my lips to hers, and she opens her mouth immediately to mine.

Our tongues swirl as she moves her hands down to my torso, and I pull her into me as the urgency between us seems to kick up a few notches.

She pulls back, and for just a second, I think maybe it’s because the intensity is too much. But then she pulls her dress over her head and drops it to the floor, and she stands in front of me in a black bra and thong. All the blood in my entire body rushes straight to my cock, and I’m nearly lightheaded because of it.

Jesus, she’s beautiful.

And she’s mine.

Sort of.

CHAPTER 33: Sophie Summers

More Than Enough Man for Me

His eyes sweep over my body, and they seem to brand me in every place they land.

It’s hotter than any scene I’ve written, and I once wrote a scene with three guys and one girl.

Not that I’d want that in real life. Miller is more than enough man for me.

But in fiction? Hell. Yes.

He rushes toward me, and I reach for his shirt. I pull it over his head, and I wrap my arms around him as I slide my hands along the smooth, warm skin of his back.

He plants his lips on my neck as his hands move achingly slowly down my torso and around to my ass. He cups both my cheeks in his palms and gives them a squeeze, and the ache that was already centered between my thighs intensifies at his touch. The fabric of my thong is pulling against my clit, and I push my ass back into his hands as a way to try to draw out the friction.

I’m too wet for it to move, though. I’m soaked, and I fully blame Miller for that.

All night he’s been finding little reasons to touch me. A light hand on my thigh. An arm around the back of my chair whilehis fingertips lazily brush my shoulder. A quick kiss on the cheek, or the neck, or my lips.

I arch my back, and he grabs me up into his arms and carries me across the room. He sets me down on the bed and is on top of me a heartbeat later, his lips pressing against mine and his hips slamming against me as he draws me closer and closer to a climax without ever taking off my underwear.

The very second I have the thought, he backs off me and moves to a stand. He’s panting as he removes my bra, then yanks me by my hips to the edge of the bed, and he peels my panties from my body. He kneels to the floor, sets my legs on his shoulders, and moves his face toward my pussy.

I nearly fall apart the second I feel his tongue on my clit, but I clutch onto the sheets because I’m not ready to give in. I’m not ready for the pleasure to stop. I can’t buckle to it when I’ve barely had a chance to enjoy it, and I know that what he’s doing will be next-level enjoyable.

He slides his tongue through my slit, and my hips buck up off the bed as I concentrate on every sweet movement of his tongue. He hums against me, the vibration sending me to another level, and I let go of the sheets to clutch onto his hair.

“Oh, God, Miller, yes!” I cry out, and hearing his name from my lips like a prayer seems to only spur him on. He sucks on my clit, then moves his tongue back inside me, moving back and forth before he concentrates on my clit a while and adds his finger inside me.

He pumps his finger in and out as he showers my clit with attention, and he reaches up with his other hand to massage one of my tits. It’s his endurance at work as he pleasures me in three separate zones at once, and as he tweaks my nipple, he sends a shot of pleasure right through to my core.

It seems to collide with the same feelings coming up from my pussy, and I fall headfirst into an intense ride of pure pleasure.

I scream and moan my way through it as it hits me with brute force, and he licks and laps his way through me as I come all over his tongue.

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