Page 17 of Midnight Kisses
Her mouth opened and shut a few times.
While I waited for her to stop gaping, I fantasised about pulling her closer, using her lush curves to cushion my raging erection.
“You remember me?” She hissed.
“Ouch, Perry. You hurt my feeling.”
A small laugh huffed out of her before she could stop it. I grinned.
“You have just the one feeling?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “I used to have more but they were inconvenient, so I downsized. Technically, I think I have two, but the second is the equivalent of a tyre in the trunk. I keep it tucked away and use it only in the event of an emergency.”
“Let me guess, your one feeling is?—”
“Social responsibility,” I supplied as she said, “horniness.”
She laughed again, and I resisted the urge to preen. Now I knew her name, I knew I could shock her, I knew I could pleasure her,andI knew I could make her laugh.Tick, tick, tick.She would definitely come home with me tonight, and I could fuck her out of my system. Maybe then I could get some damn sleep.
“Just kidding,” I said, as she tried to pull her aloof expression back on. Her lips were twitching though.“I don’t give a fuck about anyone else. I’m a selfish prick. But you can bet your ass I remember you, Perry. You’re the reason I now hear fireworks when I come.”
“Miles!” She pushed my chest. “My goodness, you’re a rascal, aren’t you?”
Arascal. I hadn’t heard a woman under the age of seventy five say that word…ever. I’d certainly never heard someone who wanted to fuck me say it. And shedidwant to fuck me. It was lurking in the way she looked at me, and twisted across the flush of her smooth, glowing skin. She shone like a fucking angel, even in the hazy purple party lights, and I wanted her in my bed,glowing like that, as I made her come so hard she was hoarse from screaming my name.
She had to know what I was thinking, because she clutched my shoulders a little tighter.
I didn’t often see a woman more than once, but maybe I’d been missing a trick with myone-and-doneapproach, because it was delicious to watch her remember our intimacies and see them turn her on.
She was fighting it now, trying not to get carried away while we were in public.
I could have pushed, but for once in my life I decided to take my time; to savour her.
“Categorically,” I concurred with her assessment. “But my mother is hoping you’ll turn that around.”
She nodded. “Marriage, perfect teeth, grandbabies. She confided her plan.”
“Deeply disappointing in its mediocrity, isn’t it?”
“Do you think?”
“Don’t you?”
She shook her head, and I found myself holding my breath as I waited for her answer. I’d never given a shit about anyone’s answer to this. I didn’t care about hers either, it had nothing to do with me, I was simplycurious. In an academic way. Because my mother was right; it would be a crying shame for humanity not to pass on such a winning genetic combination.
And Mum didn’t even know, like I did, that Perry was a natural blonde.
Perry-with-the-pretty-pussy.
I had to stop thinking about her pussy or there was no way I’d be able to stand up straight when we stopped dancing.
Luckily, she wasn’t showing signs of stopping. Despite her initial reluctance we’d been dancing for two songs now. Her hands on my shoulders had relaxed a little.
“I would love to get married and have kids,” she replied softly. “One day, if I find a man I want to do that with.”One day. Interesting. “I think if you’re a mediocre person, you’ll have a mediocre life no matter what the details of it are. But I don’t want to be mediocre.” Before I could say something charming that would reassure her she repelled that word like oil repelled water, she continued, “I want to run a global brand, I want Perry Skin to be number one in the market, I want to make high-performance skincare accessible and inclusive. Although I wouldn’t want my kids to feel like they came second to my work. That’s not a nice way for a kid to grow up.”
“Is that how you grew up?”
Her eyes fell from my face to my chest. “Sort of. My mum was a volcanologist—she’s retired now—and my Dad is a pharmacist. He’s still working. Once I was old enough to stay at home by myself, I hardly saw them. That’s not how it’s going to be for my kids. They’ll know how important they are to me.”
