One Bossy Offer (66)

Then he’s on me again, speaking new orders in new biting kisses against my throat.

“Oh. Oh, Miles,” I whimper.

He licks up my neck, teasing with his teeth like the vampire hero he is. “Pace yourself, woman. There’s a lot more catnip where that came from.”

I sigh softly, answering by working his top button open.

He rolls his head back.

I pop the next button.

“You’re playing with fire now, kitten.” His mouth crushes mine again, more eager than before.

His tongue thrusts against mine with carnal delight.

Shaking, I undo the whole row of buttons and work the shirt off.

“Miles?”

He releases my mouth, almost gasping for air. “Yeah?”

“You said I’m playing with fire?”

“Damn right.” He thrusts his pelvis against mine. “Tell me it doesn’t burn.”

“God.” I instinctively move in closer, deepening the friction, the sweetness. “As long as it’s a slow burn...”

But part of me hopes for a wildfire.

Too much of me asks for no mercy.

He makes quick work of pulling my dress over my head, unclasping my bra with one hand, and I shrug out of it.

My hands move to his slacks, opening them as I’m lifted away from the wall.

“What—”

He silences me.

His lips are on mine.

His tongue is in my mouth.

He’s taking my all, everything I am in one growling kiss.

And I realize there’s no place for words here.

Not when I’m submerged in one electric wave of sensation.

And the rumble in his throat comes like thunder as he carries me to his desk, swiping everything off it with a single sweep of his arm.

I’m tumbling down on dark wood a second later, my eyes fused to his, two storms of pure lust melting together.

This time, when he presses his lips against mine, it’s tender and sweet.

“Last chance to turn back. Tell me you want this,” he whispers.

I nod until my neck stings.

“But here? Like this? If you want to wait—”

It’s sweet that he’s containing himself—barely—just for me. But I lean up, taking his lips with mine.

“No way. I can’t.”

With a rough smile, Miles climbs over me, grabbing my wrists as he drapes me over his desk with long, slow, carnivorous kisses.

Forget the slow burn.

I am the fire as I arch up against him, his hand against my panties, his thumb digging into my clit.

He releases my mouth and trails kisses down my neck and clavicle, opening his mouth over one breast.

When his tongue flicks my nipple, I’m obliterated.

Closer to coming in a way I never even knew I could.

“Miles!”

Snarling, he covers my other breast with his hand, running circles over the hard peak. His other thumb strokes my clit again, faster than before, a hypnotic friction I don’t have a prayer of ignoring.

So close.

So flipping close it hurts.

And just when I’m about to scream, he stops, pulling away and dragging his lips lower, lower, oh God, lower.

He kisses my belly, dropping down to the sweet spot, leaving me squirming.

His lips move below my stomach until he finds the satin of my panties. It doesn’t deter him for a second. He just jerks them down, rips them off my ankles, and his tongue finds my pearl.

Everything goes white-hot.

Blind.

Electric.

“Oh, Miles!”

Going.

Going.

Gone!

His mouth comes in waves of pleasure, lifting me up and slamming me down until I’m a twitching mess.

I don’t even know when he pushes his free hand into my mouth, or when I start biting down.

When the pleasure stops racking my body, I’m too spent to care about leaving marks.

I’ll worry later.

Because I already know I’m in trouble, and I’ve barely begun to burn when he looks at me with lidded eyes and a guttural laugh, stroking a hand down my bare hip.

“You asked for a slow burn, kitten. We’re just getting started.”





14





No Bad Publicity (Miles)





I’m one long heartbeat, my pulse roaring in my ears, drowning out everything.

I can finally taste her, and goddamn, I’ll never want for anything else except more of Jennifer Landers.

We’ve traded places now. I’m backed against my desk, wearing my pants around my ankles.

She’s on her knees like a supplicant worshipping her god.

I watch her small, nimble fingers hook beneath the elastic of my boxers and pull. They’ve been damn near cutting off my circulation for a while.

I barely breathe as she strips me naked, her green eyes twinkling as she stares up at me.

My ego loves the small gasp that slips out of her when she sees what I’m packing.

“Holy...hell.” Her small tongue darts across her lips, her eyes wide with delight.

“Yeah. I come by the attitude honestly, kitten. Let’s see some respect.”

I think I’m my usual cocksure self—pun intended—until her hands wrap around my girth, squeezing me so tight.