Page 21 of Midnight Kisses

Did I have protection? Yes. I was on birth control and I had condoms to protect against STIs too.

Did someone know where I was? Yes. I’d told Tala, and I’d sent her a picture of Miles and his address, because you had to these days.

I couldn’t believe I was going home with him, but I absolutely was. When I made up my mind my course was set. Yes, the stare of the women Miles had brought to this event had definitely unnerved me, but feeling hostility from a thin woman when a man was showing me attention wasn’t unique, and it wasn’t why I was in the car right now. Or at least it wasn’t themainwhy.

The reason I was going home with Miles was the same reason I’d let him eat me out on New Year’s Eve.

I wanted to.

When we slammed the car doors shut and he keyed in the access code on his gate, I wished desperately that he would hurry up, go faster, and get me into bed immediately. He must have felt the same way, because he hit the wrong button in haste and had to start again. The second time, he hit each button with a surgeon’s precision.

His home was lovely, but I barely noticed it. I waved off Miles’ offer of a drink, but he grabbed a large bottle of water from the fridge anyway and saluted me with it in a knowing way before tucking it under his arm.

He was thoughtful.

Or maybe he wasn’t, maybe he just did this so often that he had his routine down.

Maybe that was why Sadie had been staring at me so intently.

I forced myself to stop thinking about that.

I’d danced most of the night with Miles and time and context had lost all meaning. I wasn’t abandoning my mission with Perry Skin, but I was going to veer briefly from my business road map because I wanted to have hot, sweaty sex with this man. And why not? I deserved to, just like I deserved to be hyped up and to take a night off and chase pleasure.

I wanted the man, he wanted me, we were going to do it all over his apartment.

Except not quite, because as he reached for me in his shiny marble kitchen I shook my head.

“I don’t want to fuck for the first time on this counter.” He blinked a little when I saidfuck. “I want to be in a bed. I feel like my body is about to be pushed to its limits, so I might as well start in comfort.”

He barked a laugh and took my hand to lead me up the stairs to his bedroom.

Like the rest of his house, his room was nice; rich, and clearly professionally decorated and cleaned. I didn’t register anything else about it after that, because Miles launched at me in that hungry way of his, then I was in his arms and he was kissing me. In quick succession he peeled off my dress and I stripped him of his shirt. Our hands moved with clumsy urgency, and something—hopefully something of his, he could afford replacements—gave way with a ripping sound. Every time a new part of my body was revealed, Miles caressed or kissed it. He’d used the word adore earlier tonight and now was intent on showing me he took that oath seriously.

In a tangle of limbs we fell onto his mattress, then his fingers were between my legs and he was teasing, playing, pressing and probing.

The pressure in my belly was getting worse, not better. I threw a leg over his hip and leaned back so I had room to reach for his cock and conduct an exploration of my own. What I had felt on my hip was thick and hot, and I was eager for a more tactile introduction. But when I reached out, he hissed and grabbed my wrist.

“No, fuck no, Perry. You can’t be doing that, I’m about to burst. Just let me get you wet enough I can sink into you like I’ve been imagining all year. After that, you can play.”

A slow, wicked grin stole over my face.

From the second Miles stumbled into my bathroom, he’d been full of praise and horny rhapsodies for my body. It took me to my sexiest, most confident state. This was how I felt in front of the camera, or even when I was masturbating. I was no stranger to this feeling, I was more than capable of finding it for myself, but it was so verycorrectthat Miles had brought it on now, because he saw me like this too.

I rolled over onto my back and parted my legs for him. “I’m definitely wet enough for you.” I used my fingers to spread some of my wetness from my slit, where it had been gathering, and took it up to my clit. I couldn’t see myself there, not over my belly, but he could, and his eyes turned ravenous. “I want you to slide into me and do as you promised.”

“You’re giving me permission to fuck you into the mattress?”

When I shook my head, his frame stilled.

My hand shot out and I grabbed his wrist. “No, Miles. I’mbeggingyou to fuck me into the mattress. Please.”

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