Page 23 of Milo
He obediently gets onto his hands and knees and I feel saliva pool in my mouth. I walk around him, trying to think of awful things to stop my dick hardening. “Spread your fingers out,” I direct, watching his long, strong hands with the blunt fingers spread on the mat. “Now, you’re going to lift through your forearms and tuck your toes underneath. Then you’re going to rise up, lifting through the knees and keeping your head dropped down. This is Downward Dog.”
“Have you ever considered a career as a drill sergeant?” he mutters, doing as I ask.
“Not if they’re all as chatty as you. Mind you, the British Army might be a bit more easy to train. Breathe through five breath cycles.”
I watch as he does that, noticing that his right hip is slightly over. Without thinking, I move behind him and grab his hips to steady and correct his posture. I only realise that this is a bad move when I lean forwards and his arse nestles into my groin, settling into my cock as if it’s found a home and making my dick stiffen immediately. For a second I completely forget myself, lost in the heat and pressure against my cock, and I rock slightly, making my eyes cross. He goes completely still and doesn’t even appear to be breathing, which wakes me up.
“Shit. I’m so sorry,” I babble as I back away. He comes out of the position abruptly and turns to face me, half crouched on the mat. His face is half in shadow and his eyes a dark navy, and I blush. “That w-w-was really bad of me. I’m sosorry,” I say, feeling the stutter come out slightly to my further embarrassment.
I swallow hard and he jumps to his feet immediately, coming to me and grabbing my arms. “I’m not sorry,” he says hoarsely. “Why are you?”
“I j-j-just–” I stop and cover my face.
“Rubbed against my arse?”
I nod and he raises his hands, knocking my fingers away from my face. He cups my face, staring into my eyes, his own dark and hot. “I’m not sorry,” he says clearly. “Milo, I–” he stops and shakes his head and I’m held immobile as his head lowers towards me.
“Niall,” I whisper, raising my face and feeling my blood run hot through my veins. “Niall.”
The next second we jump apart as if we’ve been hit with a stun gun when the doorbell rings.
“What thefuck?” Niall breathes. I stare at him. He has red flags of colour along his cheekbones and he’s breathing as if he’s run a race. Then we both jerk into action as the high and reedy cry of a baby sounds out.
“Shit,” I say and Niall nods. The heat dies out of his face and he scrubs his hands over his eyes.
I breathe in slowly, trying to conceal the tremors that are running through my body and still the thoughts that are running madly in my brain.Did he just nearly kiss meis followed quickly byI’m going to fucking murder who’s at the door.
Niall steps back. He looks cross and rumpled. “You get the door. I’ll get Cora.”
I nod and walk towards the front door, hearing his footsteps pounding up the stairs followed by his voice saying softly, “Hey, Cora Bora. It’s alright, baby girl.”
I look down at my cock, which is still plumped up, and pull my t-shirt down. Then I fling open the door and gape in surprise. “Mr. Frith.”
“Now, Milo, I thought you were going to call me Simeon.”
He stands there on the drive looking sophisticated and cool and I’m very aware that my clothes are crumpled and my hair is falling out of its bun. I hear footsteps behind me and I watch as Simeon’s eyes drift past me and widen.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asks.
I hear a sharp intake of breath from behind me and rush into speech. “N-Not at all,” I stammer. “You’re not interrupting anything.”
Chapter
Five
That’s naughty, Lionel. We don’t do that to guests. Especially paying ones who fancy me.
Milo
I stare at Simeon on Niall’s doorstep. Dressed in charcoal-grey trousers, a black jumper, and a black pea coat, his dark hair is messy and shot through with grey and his expression warm. He’s a very good-looking man but what had drawn me more than anything when I first met him was how soft-spoken and gentle he seemed. Not at all what I’d thought a very wealthy art collector would be.
I realise I’m staring when he shifts awkwardly. “I’m so sorry for calling on you uninvited. It’s just that I stopped at the main house and a gardener told me you were staying here.”
I jerk. “Oh, please don’t apologise. The heating’s off at the main house and we’re looking after our friends’ little girl.”
He looks past me and his mouth quirks. “So I see.”
I turn to find Niall standing behind me. I swallow hard. He’s still dressed in those tight leggings, but he’s slung a t-shirt on and is clutching Cora to his wide chest and looking at Simeon with a slightly dark look on his face. I bug my eyes at him and he jerks and comes forward.
