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“Will you have me, Ami?” Myles repeats. He’s so close now, his breathing fans my lips. And it’s in that moment, a thought so visceral slams into me, it brings with it the weight of a wrecking ball.

It doesn’t even matter if I’m wrong, if I open myself up to being betrayed. Because I have no reference to know what true happiness feels like. Myles describes me as a free, wild being, but he has no idea of the self-imposed barriers I’ve built. Of the cage I trap myself inside. I could give Myles the power to destroy me beyond repair, but at least I could say I loved. I could say I lived a portion of my life, and no matter how short, it was glorious.

“I’ll let you tag along.” I finally nod. Smiles take residence on both of our faces as he closes the final gap between us, coaxing me to melt in his kiss.

Chapter 26

Wemakeittwowhole floors down before Myles is jamming his finger on the stop button, and then dragging me free of the elevator. Quizzical eyes watch us rush past, Myles’ hand in mine the entire way. Nearing a door at the end of the hallway, he throws the door wide and shouts at everyone to vacate immediately. I’m used to Carter shouting the orders, but seeing Myles in full-boss mode does something primal to me. It reminds me, no matter how laid back and softly spoken he is, Myles is an alpha through and through.

Employees scramble from the door with the same haste I’d expect for a fire alarm, leaving us to duck inside and lock the door. I instantly understand why he’s brought me here. There are no windows, except for the exterior wall peering into an adjacent building. The room is similar to a small library, stacked with bookcases and none of the contents are anything I’d have the patience to read.

I barely glance at a spine about global market crashes when I’m spun around for his mouth to take mine hostage. A light brush at first, captivating in its gentleness. His lips command my full attention, as if nothing else exists but the casual caress, the warm press, the slip of his tongue. Parting my lips, Myles lingers on the safe side of tongue-fucking me, as if giving me the final chance to back out.

“Get on with it or I’ll go find Sebby,” I groan, cementing my decision. I once vowed Myles would never have me. Now I can’t think of a single reason why I don’t want him. Need him, right here and now before I explode with unspoken emotion. Grabbing my ass, Myles hikes me up his body, pressing my back into the bookcase. Our kiss deepens, heating me to my core. With my legs wrapped around his waist, Myles skillfully holds me up with one arm and brushes the knuckles of his free hand over the apex of my thighs. I’m already wet, soaking through the material of my thong underneath.

“I wanted our first time to be special,” Myles breaks away to mutter, more to himself. I roll my hips in encouragement.

“That’s a stupid idea,” I grunt. Myles flashes me a warning glare. He’s rock-hard against my thigh, past the point of being reigned back in. “The first time is a rushed nutting sesh, that’s all. Just a release of base needs – the second time is when it gets special.” He misses my air quotes behind his back. Sex is sex, there’s nothing romantic about it. The orgasms don’t last, the passion quickly fades and as for my interest…it’s never held this long before.

Drawing me in for another heated kiss, Myles dips his fingers beneath my waistband, seeking out my clit. As soon as his fingers flick over the sensitive bud, arousal floods my body. Fuck, I didn’t realise it had been so long – but this is something uniquely Myles. Dropping my head back, his mouth finds my neck, and I’m suddenly aware of how hot I am. Pushing enough distance between us, I drag my shirt over my head without needing to undo the buttons and move to do the same to his.

“You know, for all the taunting you’ve given me, I think there’s enough time for a little payback,” he smirks. My hands drop against his chest, sucking in a breath. Perhaps I’m seeing through lust-tinted glasses, butholy hell.He gets hotter every time I see him.Firm, smooth pecs give way to a valley of deeply ingrained abs, the V above his slacks causing me to salivate. I stutter some sort of compliment, which is lost as his fingers push inside me. A solid, slow thrust which has a direct correlation to the curling of my toes. I sigh at the relief bucking my hips to do it again.

“Who’s in a rush now?” Myles tilts his head, his tousled hair dripping over his shoulder.

“Just fuck me already,” I moan as his fingers curl inside of me. A long groan is torn from the pit of his chest.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Leaning forward to pin my upper half against the shelves, Myles peels my trousers beneath my ass, leaving them at the tops of my thighs. He finds me again instantly, no longer taunting. Two fingers push back inside as his hand begins to move. Pumping faster and faster. My moans are stifled by Myles’ mouth, his tongue twisting with mine. He drives me higher up the shelves, my back arching and squirming against his assault. I tilt my hips forward, meeting him for each thrust.

On a shared, strangled groan, I’m suddenly moving. Spun mid-air, losing sense of gravity until my back is gently lowered onto a table. Stretching my arms wide, I send everything nearby crashing to the floor.

“Remember what you promised,” Myles says, unbuttoning his slacks. I raise a brow as his solid erection thumps against my pussy deliciously. I gasp at the dull contact, at the sheer heaviness of it. The smile taking residence on Myles’ face isn’t like the others. This one is full. Dangerous. Carnal. “This is for base needs. Next time will be special.”

I begin to protest I made no such promise, but he’s beyond listening. With the trousers still caging my legs, Myles lifts my ankles and holds them together at his shoulder. My body is bent into a ‘L’ shape, my ass hanging off the edge of the wood. His blunt head pushed against my entrance, rubbing against my wetness before he stills. I squirm, about to get violent when Myles’ face softens.

“I can’t do it like this,” his brows pinch.

“Why the hell not?!” my voice is erratic, my pussy weeping to be destroyed. The fingers at my ankles smooth over the soft patch of foot between the heel’s straps.

“I’ve envisioned this moment over and over, and I made a decision.” When he doesn’t continue, I shimmy myself down the table in an effort to penetrate myself. I don’t need all of him, just his cock. It’s been far too long since I fucked for pleasure. “I’m not going to start until I can see you. The real you. Remove the contacts, Ami.”

Swallowing, my heart thumps for a whole different reason. A shiver rolls along the length of my back. Myles wants to stare into my eyes, my real eyes, as he fucks me. To gaze directly into the depths of my psyche without any barrier. The eyes are the key to the soul, and I’ve hid mine for so long, the contacts have become a crutch. Another layer to the mask. A whimper is drawn from my lips, writhe with need and uncertainty as my hands slowly rise. I’ve already come this far in changing my mind about Myles. If there’s anyone I should give the benefit of the doubt, it’s the man who wants to fuck me senseless for pleasure. Not money or material gain.

“Don’t look,” I tell him, my cheeks heating. If there’s one way to turn a man off, it would be fingering my own eyeballs. Removing the contacts, I flick them to the floor, figuring I can get Shannon the receptionist to fetch me some more. Smoothing down my hair, I prepare myself for what’s next to come. “Okay…ta da?”

Opening his eyes, Myles doesn’t react. Doesn’t say anything, and that further fuels the tension thrumming through my body. I dare not blink, fighting the urge to turn away.

“Well…what do you see?” I chew on my lip, dreading the answer. Myles tightens his grip on my thighs and as he maintains my gaze, his cock eases inside of me. Slowly stretching, steadily pushing.

“My redemption,” he responds. The air rushes from my lungs, leaving me panting. My body shifts as he fully sheathes himself, my hips raising as I force myself to accept every hard inch. Just as I brace for him to retreat, he remains there, rocking back and forth until I adjust.

“Don’t,” I grit my teeth. Myles smiles like the freaking Joker, lavishing in the way he’s got me all pent-up. Reaching for my cheek, I slap his hand away. “Don’t go easy, or I’ll make you a bottom again.” This gets the reaction I wanted. The gleam in his amber eyes retracts, plaguing his gaze with darkness.

Finally, he takes me. Fully, brutally. Savage thrusts that rock the table, heavy slaps of skin meeting skin which draw screams from my throat. I grip the edges, my nail embedded in the wood in an effort to hold on. Myles’s girth, his solid length, his powerful thighs. He holds a heady combination meant for fucking, designed to pleasure. Suddenly, it’s my own urges I’m worried about. He could screw me into oblivion, and I wouldn’t need to come back.

Lowering my legs into the crook of his elbow, Myles twists me, gaining deeper access to my soaking cunt. Nestled deep inside, he rocks my hips, and I’m not responsible for the mewling sound I make. He’s too deep, filling me to the hilt. I can’t believe I managed to hold back from him this long and now I know what I was missing, I’m wondering who exactly I was trying to punish.

“I could have you like this forever,” Myles rolls his groin flush against me. “At my mercy, coated with lust. Just when I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful.”

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