The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(108)

Crack.

He slaps me across the behind. “Keep your fucking legs straight.”

Jeez.

I try to focus on keeping my legs straight. In high heels it isn’t an easy task.

His fingers plunge deep into my sex as he fucks me with them. The grip he has on my hair is painful, and I screw up my face.

I don’t know what kind of fucking this is . . . but holy hell, it’s good.

My arousal hits a new level. The sound of my wet body sucking him echoes throughout the room. He’s fucking me so deep with his fingers that I can hardly breathe.

I shudder.

“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he moans.

“What?”

“You wait for me. You understand?” His voice is deep and husky, deeply aroused.

My eyes roll back in my head at the sound of his voice.

Okay . . . Billionaire Miles is fucking hot.

He fucks me again with his fingers, and I shudder hard.

Crack.

He slaps my behind, and I let out an unexpected giggle. The fact that I’m loving this is fucked up.

He walks around the front of me, and I stare at his immaculate expensive black shoes. His breath is quivering, and I know he’s hanging on to control by a thread.

He runs his hand down my spine and walks behind me again. He rubs his hand over my skin in a circle, as if slowing himself down. Trying to regain control.

I hear his pants unzip.

I close my eyes and wait. Yes.

Fuck me.

He grabs a handful of my hair and winds it around his hand, giving him full control over my body.

I peer through my legs to see his thick, hard cock hanging heavily between his legs.

Pulsating and angry, engorged with veins, dripping with preejaculate.

Dear lord.

He swipes it through my wet lips, and he chuckles darkly.

I smile. I love that sound.

Then he slams in hard, so hard that the air is knocked from my lungs.

My body begins to spiral out of control.

The painful grip on my hair, the stretch of his large cock. The piston pace of his hard pumps.

My body is at his disposal. The master and his domain.

Slam.

Slam.

Slam.

Oh . . . fuck.

I see stars, and I fall hard into a subspace I’ve never been before. I cry out as I come hard, shuddering out of control.

He pulls out and throws me on the bed onto my back and spreads my legs open.

I lie there quivering like a puppet, and his dark eyes hold mine as he takes his shirt off over his head. His broad shoulders come into view, his thick chest with a scattering of dark hair. The ripples in his stomach, the perfect V of muscle that leads to his perfect package.

He kicks his jeans off, and I hold my breath.

What’s he doing now?

He drops between my legs, and with his fingers he spreads me open and licks me.

His dark eyes hold mine as he takes his time. His arousal hits another level, and he’s all in, whiskers, face. Rough as hell in my most intimate area.

His thick tongue taking no prisoners as it cleans me up. I’ve only just come for him, but I can feel it building again.

Fuck.

How is this man so hot?

He smiles darkly. His lips glisten with my arousal, and my heart free-falls from my chest.

I think we might be hitting 100 percent tonight.





Chapter 24


CHRISTOPHER

I lie on my side and watch Hayden sleep; her chest rises and falls, and her lashes flutter as she breathes.

I’ve never seen such a beautiful creature, so peaceful and serene.

I smile softly. It’s like I’m in the presence of greatness, constantly awed by perfection.

I am so in love with this woman.

Last night when I was watching her with my family, I had this defining moment where suddenly, I knew.

I can’t imagine a life without her, nor would I want to.

And it all became crystal clear: I want to marry Hayden Whitmore . . .

I’m going to look for an engagement ring once we get to London, and I want to try to plan the perfect proposal.

I want to really wow her.

How?

Maybe I could . . . my mind begins to wander over the possibilities. Where would we get married? I imagine her walking down the aisle toward me in her white wedding dress, and excitement fills me.

Who even am I?

Her eyes flutter open, and she sees me watching her and smiles softly. “Good morning, Miss Whitmore.” I pull her into a hug and feel her smile against my chest. She kisses my skin as I hold her close.

We lie in comfortable silence for a while. “Why are you awake?” she asks in her husky, sleepy voice.

“Just planning our day.”

“Hmm . . . what are we doing?”

“Well . . .” I kiss her temple. “I thought we could go to your parents’ a couple of days earlier than planned.”

She pulls back to look at me. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. We could go today so that you can have more time with them before we go to London.”

“But what about your family?” She frowns.

“Meh.” I shrug. “I’ll see them through work all the time. They’ll live without me. We’ll leave after breakfast if you like.”

“Oh my god.” She smiles in excitement. “Okay.” She jumps up and runs for the bathroom and then runs back and kisses me. “I love you.”