Page 26 of Baby for the Single Dad

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“Thank you for dinner.The food was out of this world,” I tell Miles as we walk back to the hotel.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he replies curtly, looking straight ahead of him.

After deciding that there is no future for us, I relaxed and enjoyed his company. We agreed that I’d contact the Honduran government to figure out the formal procedure for requesting the loan of the Mayan sculpture.

As I am avoiding bumping into a woman who is hurrying past me, my hand brushes against his. “Pardon,” I apologize and step aside.

He nods and touches my arm. “Be careful.”

My chest tightens as electric current runs through me. Lifting my head to see if Miles felt it too, I’m struck by the weight of his gaze, dark and filled with desire. Swiftly, I look away. This is all shades of wrong. We’re here on a business trip, not to fuck each other. Even though I desperately want us to.

The sooner I’m in my room behind closed doors, the better for me. We continue walking in silence. Once we arrive at the hotel, the thrumming of need between us turns deafening. Or am I the only one hearing it? A woman enters the elevator with us, and I sigh inwardly with relief. Every nerve in me tingles as I catch Miles’s musky fragrance. Is it possible to be turned on by his scent alone? How will I get any sleep tonight, knowing his room is next to mine while I itch to feel his dick inside me again?

The woman exits on the second floor, and I am sure he can hear my heart thundering. His ravenous eyes are raking my body, his gaze heavy and heated. He takes a step toward me, boxing my head in with his hands.

“You are staying with me tonight,” he grinds out, his voice husky. He grazes his lips across mine and gives me a gentle tug on my lower lip. My pulse flutters in my neck like the wings of a trapped bird.

“I . . . I am?” I rasp.

“I’ve obsessed for weeks over how you like to be fucked.”

His voice is a rumble rolling over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

My back is plastered against the wall as he crushes his lips to mine. I throw my arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. His dick pushes into my stomach, and all I can think of is turning to the wall, lifting my dress up, and begging him to fuck me from behind. The risk of being caught be damned!

The elevator doors open, and he bites on my lip again before he reluctantly releases me. He grabs my hand and leads me out of the elevator to his room. He opens the door in record time and flips the light switch before shutting the door and dragging me into his arms. Again, we’re ensconced with each other and kissing as if our lives depend on it.

“I will ruin you tonight, Giselle. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that blasted morning I left you at the hotel,” he murmurs against my nape. “I don’t think I can wait for us to get to the bed.”

“Sex on the bed is overrated,” I tell him in barely a whisper.

As if he knows what my deepest desire is, he whirls me around and positions my hands on the wall, bending me slightly. He raises my dress to my waist before swiftly dragging my panties down to my ankles. I’m about to step out of them when I feel his fingers on my clitoris.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he growls as his fingers caress and slide in and out of my moist pussy. He goes to his knees, his tongue takes over for his fingers, and my hands slip from the wall at the bolts of pleasure that shoot through my body.

“Oh, Miles,” I groan as his tongue continues to claim me just the way his fingers did.

Just when I think I cannot take it anymore, my body shudders with an orgasm that has me almost screaming with delight.

“I love it when you come for me,” he rumbles in my ear as he rises.

I’ve hardly caught my breath when I feel the tip of his huge dick stroking my pussy. I brace myself for the delicious onslaught of my senses. I’m not disappointed when he slowly thrusts into me. I moan at the intense feeling coursing through me. He stays in that position for a moment until I wriggle my hips.

“Are you asking for more?” He chuckles and begins pushing into me with long, hard strokes. He removes his hands from my waist to reach around me to push down my bra, freeing my breasts. He tweaks my nipples with his fingers, and tears of pleasure fill my eyes.

Only our labored breathing and the sound of him slamming hard into me can be heard in the room. Unable to keep this position because of the buildup of sensations between my thighs, my hands slide from the wall again.

His hands move from my nipples to curl around my waist and before I know it, he’s sprawled on the floor with me.

“Suck me, baby,” he demands.

Liking that he has given me power, I remove my heels and drag my panties from my ankles before taking off my dress and bra. As he seems content to lie there with his clothes on and only his rigid dick protruding from his trousers, I go down on him.

Swirling my tongue around and around his cock, I lick and suck him until he’s bucking and almost shooting his load in my mouth. I lick the saltiness of his precum and smile. Then I turn my back on him before lowering myself onto his pulsating cock. Feeling like a cowgirl on a vibrant stallion with the wind in my face, I ride him, twerking my buttocks to feel him deeper. He grunts as I bounce on his cock with my ass hitting his six pack. For the second time, I experience an earth-shattering orgasm that brings tears to my eyes.

Miles doesn’t waste time laying me on the floor with my back against his chest. He lifts my leg at an angle before sliding into my swollen pussy from behind. Lying side by side with his hand holding my breast, he continues pounding into me.

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