Page 20 of Midnight Kisses
“Good,” he repeated, confirming. “Now, let’s get the fuck out of here before I become a medical emergency?—”
“Wait!”
“Perry,” he groaned to the disco balls above. “Are youtryingto kill me?”
“I came here tonight to find an investor. I need to do that. I can’t just abandon my mission. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow being no better off than I am today.”
“Ouch, blondie. Mind my feeling. You’d wake up tomorrowsignificantlybetter off. Maybe you’ll be sore in a few places, but it’ll add to the experience.”
I couldn’t help laughing. Miles was outrageous, if kind of dark-sided; a complete player and far too ready with flirty lines. I wasn’t born yesterday, so I knew better than to lose my head for a player like him.But I did like him. He was interesting and charming, with a knife-like intellect under all the levity and outrageous statements. He was easily the least mediocre man I had ever met.
And, as I already knew, in possession of an excellent tongue.
He observed my laughter with a calculating sort of expression, then leaned down and cupped my face gently. I sucked in a breath, bracing myself—I barely knew him, but I knew when he made a gesture like he was about to say something lovely, it would be filth.
Directly above the shell of my ear, he whispered, “If I fuck you into the mattress tonight, and stretching to take this dick makes you sore tomorrow, I promise I will personally kiss it better.”
A whimper slipped from my mouth and I had to use his shoulders to steady myself. He didn’t ease up at this sign of success. He doubled down.
“I will lick up inside your pussy and stroke your swollen walls with my tongue. I’ll take my time getting you nice and wet, and as I do, I’ll remind you that you did so good taking me, that it was an honour to watch your body claim my cock, inch by fucking inch. I’ll pay you back in spades, blondie, and even when you think you couldn’t possibly come again, you will. You’ll soak my face just like you soaked my cock, and you’ll wonder why youever wasted so much time arguing about coming home with me. Now let’sgo.”
…I went home with him.
The trip home was a blur.I was so impatient and horny, my lower belly was aching and it was all I could think about. When I shifted awkwardly in my seat in the back of the rideshare, Miles’ nostrils flared and his hand fisted where it rested on his thigh.
Still, he didn’t reach for me, or I for him. We both knew if we did, it would be over. We would go up in flames in the back of this car, traumatise the driver, and I’d get banned from rideshares for life—which was not a situation I could afford.
We were halfway to the fancy suburb he lived in when he asked, “can I have your mask?”
“Why?”
“I want it.”
Confused, I handed it over.
“Thank you.” He depressed the window button andthrew my mask out the window. Jerking around to look out the back window, I saw it bounce once on the motorway and flip off the road into the darkness.
“Why did you do that?” I gasped.
“It was an awful fucking mask, Perry. I don’t know who you thought you were kidding.”
I huffed. “It was on theme.”
“The only real theme for these things is to look rich.”
“Or hot.”
His gaze poured over me. “You sure do.”
I couldn’t help it, I wiggled again, the horny and impatient little wiggle that made his eyes darken.
For the rest of the trip we rode in thick silence, each staring out our window. City lights rushed past and I mentally ran through my single-girl safety checklist:
Were there any bad vibes I was ignoring? No.
