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“Relax, I’ll just have Talan run back to my place and grab them.”

“Dude,” he throws his arms out. “Talan’s not here! We just talked about

this. Are you okay?”

Clearly not. But with Talan gone for the day, the only thing I can think to do is text Camila.

Camila

The elevator has been climbingfor what feels like minutes at this point and I can't stop wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans. The shiny reflection on the mirrored doors in front of me moves up and down with my hands. My breath catches in my chest when I look down at the source of the rainbow reflection. The stunning diamond and matching band were sitting so unceremoniously on the kitchen counter for me. Finding them with a sticky note placed on top was a colder bucket of water splashed on me than my actual shower this morning.

Miles breaking the door down was shocking enough but when I looked him up and down, in nothing but his borderline too-short shorts, and saw the dark ink sticking out from below them I couldn’t help myself. Of course, he would have a thigh tattoo. There isn’t anything about Miles that isn't sexy.

He had only been gone a couple of days, but my body sparked with excitement at the sight of him before me. Thankfully he couldn't have run out of there fast enough, or I would have made myself look like an even bigger fool. I all but sat my ass on a silver platter for him, and the man ran. Actually ran. No words needed to be exchanged to tell me that I needed to inform my body her desires were not aligning with my brain right now.

Finally, the elevator comes to a stop. The doors slowly open to find Smith & Mitchell in bold brass letters anchored to the wall. An older woman sits at a desk smiling at me as I make my way over to her. “Hi, good morning. I’m looking for Miles Cameron’s office.”

She says nothing but keeps the same strange smile plastered to her face and points me in the direction of his office. My stomach churns and I wonder if she knows my fake husband saw me naked this morning.Oh my god, you’re losing your mind. She clearly doesn't know that, she just has a weird non-moving smile. You’re fine. Relax. Inhala exhala.“Thank you.” I turn on my heel and make my way to his office door. The hallway is long, with offices lining only the right side and I might very well wear the skin right off my finger from twisting this ring so much.

I’ve seen Miles under club lights, sitting across from me at dinner with a sullen face, and half naked in my shower, but seeing him in his suit sitting at his desk, looking every bit as powerful as I know his body is under said suit, I forget the very reason I’m here in the first place.

“Mila! Nice to see you again!” I’m shaken from my lack of thoughts when I notice Jonas flying across the room towards me. Byyou,I’m sure he means the folder I’m carrying but I smile at him anyway as he pulls me into a hug. From over his shoulder, my eyes connect with Miles, who stands and rounds the edge of his desk.

I turn my attention back to Jonas. “This is for you then, I’m assuming?” I say as I hand him the folder.

Jonas all but melts to a puddle on the floor, “Ugh, yes! Thank you. You’re the best!” He grips both my shoulders and plants a big kisson my cheek before running out the door. “I'll see you Saturday,” he yells over his shoulder waving the file around in the air. I shake my head and let out a small laugh, before turning my attention back to Miles who is now leaning against his desk with his arms crossed and a vein in his forehead becomes very prominent.

We stand staring at each other for a few moments. I want to apologize for this morning, so we can move on and not have any awkwardness between us, but standing in his office with glass walls doesn't seem like a good place to have this conversation. “I should get going.” I point over my shoulder.

He pushes off his desk before walking over to me and placing his arm on the door behind me. That incredibly strong arm now a mere inch from my face, I have to tilt my neck all the way back to look up at him. “I’ll walk you out.”

I stand a good arm’s length away from Miles while we wait for the elevator to make its way up to the 34th floor. I am physically crawling inside with all the things I want to say to him.

Staring at my feet I start to say, “I wanted?—”

“Shit,” he says at the same time.

My mind starts racing when I look up at him but his eyes are locked on a tall striking woman heading down the hall with her eyes dead set on us. Faster than I can comprehend, he grabs my elbow with one hand and pulls me to him, his other hand cradles the back of my neck, “Just go with it,” he whispers.

Before I can blink his lips are on mine. I’m stiff as a board in his arms as I try to process what's happening.Miles is kissing me.His fingers tighten their grip at the nape of my neck and his scent fills my lungs. I vaguely register that everything about this is fake, but at this moment I don't care. I want to know what it feels like to be wanted, to be desired and he is making me feel that and then some, so I give in. The moment his soft lips part on mine, I melt into him. The world is spinning around me like I’m on one of those gravitational pull rides at a county fair. I bring one hand to his chest digging my fingers into his suit. My other arm wraps around his neck as I pull my body into his. As if I’m physically trying to melt into him. As if even crushed together with only our clothes between us is too much space between us. His hand slides out from beneath my hair as his thumb begins rubbing at the trembling pressure point in my neck. When he pulls away his eyes are dark and his breathing uneven. As if some force has pulled him back to me, his lips press to my forehead. The touch is so gentle and sweet that I have to close my eyes and will my breath to even out before I cause a real scene by passing out. My skin chills when his lips leave me but his hand finds my lower back before turning to face the woman who I now remember was heading towards us.

“Miles.” She greets him with a smile before looking at me. She’s an elegant woman with long dark hair and beautiful deep brown skin and she’s almost as tall as Miles in her Louboutins.

“Samantha,” he beams, before gesturing to me with his other arm. “I’m glad we ran into you. Camila was just dropping off some papers I left at home this morning.” Gesturing between the two of us, “Camila, this is my boss, Samantha. Sam, this is Camila, my wife.”

Something about the way he says “my wife” has a bite to it and it very quickly brings me back down to reality.

I’m instantly reminded of what it feels like to take that first step off the Gravitron ride.

Camila

My back is pressedup against a hard body. Forearms that I would recognize anywhere wrap around me. One large hand slides between my breasts, past my stomach, and down to my shorts.Oh god.Long fingers slide just past my waistband before pulling out and my breath turns ragged at the loss.Miles.I can smell him, I can feel his stubbled jaw rub against my bare shoulder. His lips twitch, the closest thing to a smile that he can do but it’s enough to send butterflies wild in my stomach and heat up my spine.We shouldn’t be doing this. But how could I stop when it feels this good?He pushes my legs open with his knee, slipping his thigh between my legs. I rub my hips side to side desperate to relieve some of the pressure building. I’m already completely soaked through the thin fabric covering me and my clit is pulsing as if she has her own heartbeat down there. The pressure is so intense but no matter how hard I rub against his leg I can not find the relief I so desperately need. I bear down on him, my hips pumping harder and harder. My chest tightens as my breathing kicks up. This is the edging session from hell. The weight between mylegs is physically painful at this point. I rock as hard as I can until I let out a loud scream.

Loud enough that it wakes me up.

I’m left sweating and panting. I can't do anything but roll over and stare up at the ceiling.

I’m not surprised. But I am disappointed. I’ve never been the most in tune with my sexual needs. I didn’t even have my first orgasm until I was twenty-four and it was from a vibrator that I got as a gag gift in a birthday basket from Taylor when I told her aboutno orgasm Jesse—her name for him, not mine. And then when I told her he could start a club with Nate and Colin, she just about fell over dead. She told me I should try a casual hook-up with a hot guy from a bar, but as much as I wish I could be, I’ve just never been the one-night stand kind of girl. Something I’ve always admired about Taylor is even though she might be a little commitment-phobic, she at least knows what she wants, and knows how to ask for it. I, on the other hand, have always made sure every guy I’ve been with has been satisfied while I’ve always been left very unsatisfied.