One Bossy Offer (82)

“Liar. We’re alone now.” She draws a tired breath. “I’m twenty-six, Miles, and it’s not Victorian England. My parents won’t surprise us. You think they’ll pop in to check on me?”

“They’ve left you outside with a bloodthirsty beast who wants to drag you back to his lair. Frankly, they should check on you, kitten.”

That wins me a wan smile.

“You said it this time. Not me.” She leans in with a longing glance. “If I come to your place, will you make me regret it again?”

I lean forward, my nostrils flaring as lemon sweetness invades my nose.

“Hell no. You’ve made your point, and this old dog can learn a few new tricks.”

Smiling warmly now, she tilts her face back.

An open invitation.

I grab her chin gently, meeting her lips with my own, pressing my tongue softly into her mouth.

Goddamn, I’ve missed this.

She matches my urgency, my passion, gasping before she pulls away and takes a worn breath. “You’re making this hard. Now I wonder if I’ll regret it if I don’t go.”

I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “So, you’ll come?”

“Only if the dogs are with us. The more I can keep them out of Mom’s hair, the better.”

“They’re well behaved. It’s not a chore.”

She shrugs. “I don’t think they’ve dealt with this much change before coming here. Strange homes, the city smells, the noise... it’s all new and it upsets them. Especially poor Coffee.”

“He’s a growing boy, aren’t you, Coffee?” I pitch my voice up and slap my leg loudly.

He and Cream come running over.

“Jenn says we have to go inside. You guys ready for a sleepover?” I scratch between his ears, then lean over and pet Cream the same way.

Jenn’s smile lingers, and she finally looks at me again like I’m not debris stuck to her shoe.

“You too.” I look at her sharply. “I don’t know why you think they’re such a struggle. They do exactly what they’re told.”

She laughs. “No, they do what you say, and it’s very annoying.”

I fish around in my pocket again for more salmon snacks. “You just need to invest in the right bribes.”

“Why do you walk around with dog treats in your coat pocket anyhow? It’s weird.”

“I had to get to you somehow, didn’t I?” I raise an eyebrow, watching as she blushes but doesn’t answer. “I learned their favorites after Coffee dug his way over to my house a couple of times.”

Later, in the town car, Jenn makes no effort to free herself when I pull her onto my lap.

I told her we needed to get the sex out of our system.

That’s what I thought our first night was all about.

Now, I know there’s no fucking her out of my system, and I’m not sure what to do about it.

But I know how to figure it out.

Yeah, fuck, I’m probably heading down another highway to hell with heartbreak strewn along it like shrapnel. The trouble is, I’m past caring.

In the elevator at my house, she slips her warm hand in mine and looks up at me with such trusting eyes, I want to kick my own ass for the way I shredded her before.

This is definitely the wrong path.

Definitely guaranteed to complicate everything so much more.

Still, it’s happening, and it’s going to be a long damn while before we talk about any other touchy subjects with words.





17





No One But You (Jenn)





I’m trembling all over.

He’s moving inside me, shaking me to the core, all muscle and masculinity and punishing strokes.

“How fucking bad did you miss me, kitten?” he rasps between breaths.

His silver-blue eyes are sharpened knives, deadly instruments that pierce me to my core with every animalistic glance.

His cock bottoms out in me again as our hips collide, and he holds it there, waiting for an answer.

“B-bad, Miles. God!”

I’m panting, on the edge, completely held hostage to his movements.

“Grab hold, Jenn.”

“W-what?”

“Hold the fuck on. As hard as you can,” he orders, waiting until he feels my nails in his neck.

My blood could burn through my veins as he deepens his strokes, his eyes still holding mine.

Every thrust comes harder, crashing down like he wants to break me—and I can’t say I’d mind in the slightest.

His pubic bone grinds against my clit each time he hits my depths.

Faster.

Faster.

So fast, so furious, so unrelenting.

Soon, he offers up a forearm. I sink my teeth in, clinging to him, hot pleasure turning me into confetti.

“Let go, woman. Come for me.”

Holy hell, do I ever.

The instant my pussy clenches, greedily riding his thrusts, I feel him swelling. The muscles on his throat work, ticking with pleasure, his teeth bared.

New heat hurls into me a second later from the condom we forgot in our frenzy.

His head snaps back in total reverie, his face slick with sweat like a blessing.

He’s a portrait of scandal as he empties himself inside me, low growls erupting from his throat with every pump, all the molten fire he floods me with.