Page 67 of Deception & Daylight
Giving up on unlocking the door one handed in the dark, I reluctantly place her back on her feet. The massive oak door opens to a spacious foyer with vaulted ceilings and exposed beams. The grand staircase to the left is original to the house, leading up to the second-floor bedrooms. To the right is the open concept living space and kitchen, complete with an oversized cream sectional separating the living room from the state-of-the-art kitchen that is woefully underutilized by my unskilled hands.
“Holy shit. This place is incredible. I thought the work you did at the inn was amazing, but this — Miles, you’re really talented.” I didn’t know I could blush, but Maggie’s praise has my cheeks heating.
“Thanks. Want a tour?”
“Is this your way of getting me into your bed?” She spins to face me, her arms wrapping around my neck as her hands absentmindedly twist in my hair. “Because I hate to break it to you, babe — that was always the plan.”
My eyes narrow and I let out a feral sounding growl. “Say it again.”
She cranes her neck, brow creased.“What?”
“You called me babe.” I lean in close, my lips brushing her cheek as I speak.
“And?”
“And youhatenicknames. You only use them for people who mean something to you. So it stands to reasonImight mean something to you.” I grip her hips, walking her backwards until she hits the wall, then lean one elbow above her head, gripping her chin with two fingers as I force her to meet my gaze.
One hand trails down my chest and she smirks.“You might be growing on me a little.”
In response, I thrust forward, letting her feel just how much I want her. “Only a little?” Her eyes don’t leave mine as her hand trails down my stomach, not stopping until she’s palming my erection. She’s playing with fire. I wanted to take things slow tonight, but my restraint is hanging on by a thread. “Careful, Wildcat.”
“Or what?” She bites her bottom lip and arches into me. The feel of her pressed up against me is my undoing. I’m on her in an instant. Threading my fingers through her hair, I tug, baring her neck to kiss and nip along all of her favorite spots, eliciting moans and whimpers that make my dick impossibly hard.
Before she can protest, I bend and grip her ass, lifting her to wrap her legs around my waist. She giggles as I head for the stairs. Something about having her in my space, her sounds bouncing off the vaulted ceilings filling my home with her unrestrained laughter feels like the final puzzle piece sliding into place.
Suddenly, I can’t wait to have her. Unceremoniously setting her down at the bottom of the stairs, I tug at her dress to reveal… nothing. She’s not wearing anything under her fucking dress. I stare at her, slack jawed, as her expression turns sinister. “See something you like?” She asks, echoing something I’ve said in the past.
“You know I do, baby.” She reaches between us, unfastening my jeans before tugging them down my thighs just enough to free my cock from my boxer briefs. When she’s satisfied, she places a delicate hand on my chest and pushes me down until I’m seated on the fifth step from the top.
I watch in awe as she stands between my spread thighs then turns her back to me. Gripping the railing with one hand to steady herself, she uses the other to guide my cock to her already soaked entrance, giving me a viewof her gorgeous ass as she lowers herself down my shaft.
“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Ride me. I’m all yours.” She has no idea just how true that statement is.
With one arm banded around her waist, I intertwine our fingers on the railing as she lifts up and sinks back down over and over. Her breaths are coming in pants, and I can feel her pussy clenching around me as she gets closer to her release. “I’ve got you. Touch your clit. I wanna feel you come with me.”
She immediately follows my command, her fingers parting in a v-shape around where I’m buried inside her, and the brush of her fingers has my cock pulsing with need. It only takes a few strokes before her thighs are convulsing and she’s squeezing the life out of me, drawing out my orgasm seconds later.
She releases a strangled sigh, resting her head back against my chest, as I hold her to me, still softening inside of her. “You’re going to be the death of me,” I admit.
“And what a way to go,” she says breathlessly.
Mags
“Morning.” Miles steps onto the porch in nothing but a pair of low slung grey sweatpants, and despite the fact that my body is deliciously sore, I’m suddenly ready for another round. He hands me a mug of tea, casually leaning down to place a chaste kiss on my lips before taking a seat beside me on the porch swing.
“Thanks,” I say, instinctively draping my legs over his lap. The sun is barely peeking over the trees, casting the sky in a golden glow, but I’m too distracted by the easy affection we seem to have fallen into. I could wake up like this every morning and be completely content, and that thought is almost paralyzing. “Wait. Is this lavender?”
“Of course. Did I get it wrong?”
I bring the mug of steaming liquid to my lips and inhale the familiar scent. “No, it’s right.”Exactly right. He knows my favorite tea. Did he keep this on hand? Or did he buy this specifically for me?
“What are you thinking about?”
“I’m… happy,” I confess, still blissed out from a long night of orgasms and cuddles. I woke up tangled around Miles as he snored softly — he looked so peaceful and I couldn't bring myself to wake him, so I carefully slid out of his arms and escaped to the porch swing I spotted last night while he spent a good five minutes struggling to get the door unlocked.
It’s so quiet here, and I’m dangerously close to calling Oak Ridge home, if only for the peace it brings. Even my usually chaotic thoughts have quieted to a dull whisper. Miles looks at me like I’m something precious, and I almost believe him.
“Don’t you have to work today?” I ask, pushing down my disappointment at the thought of cutting our morning short.
