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Camila

Miles standsat the kitchen counter wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants. I’m briefly distracted by the V below his waist. But I quickly notice the scowl—that very rarely makes an appearance anymore—etched deeply on his face.

“You really shouldn’t be allowed to look so sexy with such a grumpy face,” I say.

“Too bad there’s nothingsexyabout this cheap coffee maker,” he grumbles.

I know he takes his coffee seriously, so I pull my lips in between my teeth in an attempt to hide my smile but I can’t help the mocking tone that escapes me, “Oh no. Not the cheap coffee maker.”

I slide up to the counter beside him. His corded arms find the counter on either side of me and I’m wrapped up in his scent. He looks me up and down and his stare sets my body on fire, I’m desperate for his lips on mine. His mouth is now half an inch away from mine and I’m about to close the final gap between us when he grazes past me and nips my ear. The sting both shocks me and excites me until he whispers, “Get dressed.”

What? Putting more clothes on is not where I saw this going. My brows furrow together,

“Where are we going?” I ask, disappointed.

“There’s a diner about five miles down the road. We’ll stop on our way to the airport. It’s

got to be better than this instant stuff.”

“You got me excited just to tell me to get dressed so we could get coffee?” I blanch.

The short hairs of his beard scratch my skin as he nuzzles his face in my neck. “Are you excited, Camila?” Warm fingers graze my skin when his hand slides under the sweatshirt that drapes loosely around my body. I hold his stare when the pads of his fingers find my bare pussy. I suck up the groan that escapes him. “Fuck it. We’ll get coffee on the plane.” His arms wrap around my waist, scooping me up.

“Miles,” I smile against him but he ignores me and continues to carry me back down the hall to the bedroom.

“Miles,”I laugh. “We’re going to be late.”

“Well since we’re their only passengers,” his lips find their mark on my neck, “they’ll wait.”

The fireplace in the corner of the room is still crackling when he sets me down on the bed. The sheets are cool under my bare legs, but the way his eyes penetrate mine causes my skin to heat.

His fingers slide along the waistband of his sweatpants before pulling them down. He towers over me while gripping himself through his boxers. “Lay back, Camila.”

His deep voice could command me to do anything. I lower myself to the mattress as his rough hands clasp behind my calves and he settles himself on his knees. The warm feeling of his tongue circles the inside of my knee. “I love how wet you get for me.” My back arches off the mattress at the sting of his teeth thatnip my inner thigh. “I love how this pussy was made for me.” His head drops between my legs and I scream his name as his tongue licks one long sweep up my center. He stops right before he reaches my swollen and most sensitive spot. I push my hips down begging for him to keep going. I feel his lips pull up into a teasing grin against me. And if it were possible to die from aching, I swear, this would be my last breath.

“Miles, please,” I cry out. The muscles in my legs flex and I squeeze around him as I try to grind against his mouth. His large forearm spreads across my stomach pinning me to the bed. My breath gets caught in my throat when two thick fingers slide across my entrance, parting my lips and his wide flat tongue rolls over me. My eyes squeeze shut, unable to handle the pressure building inside me. He pulls my clit into his mouth, gently sucking while his fingers dip inside me. My right hand threatens to rip the sheets beneath me while my other holds the back of his head, riding his face as I keep him pressed tightly to me. “Yes. I’m so close,” I breathe. His fingers curl to find that spot that has me seeing a burst of light and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.

My heart beats erratically against my rib cage but my body is spent, lying there limp. I press a hand to my damp forehead as he gently sits my legs back down on the bed and stands between them. As I lay there trying to catch my breath I watch him slowly pull down his briefs and the full length of him springs out. I will never get over the sight of him. His thick head is already dripping with precum.

I can’t believe there was once a time when sex with a guy was one-minute missionary and when he finished I would force a smile and pretend to be tired. There is no pretending with Miles. Everything about him turns me on. My mouth goes dry as I watch him give himself soft strokes.

“What are you thinking?”

I smile and shake my head. “That if you don’t put it in, I’m going to do it for you.”

His eyes narrow as he hooks my legs around his waist with one hand and grabs my neck with the other. My pulse beats so hard I can feel it knocking against his palm as he holds me down and lowers his mouth to my ear. “Smart ass.”

He stands abruptly before taking his cock in his hand and smacking the weight of it down on me. My legs tremble around him and not even my teeth clamped down my lip can stop the cry that comes out of me. He guides his tip right past my entrance, stretching me, before pulling back out. “What are you doing?” I yell.

“I just like the look on your face when you’re begging for my cock.”

My eyes turn to tiny slits and my mouth parts in disbelief. He runs his tip up and down my slit and I’m so sensitive from that first orgasm I couldn’t pretend to hold out even if I wanted to. “Fuck. Okay, I want it, I want you. You know I do.” My eyes snap up to him. “Now like I said, either fuck me or I’ll do it myself.”

My back arches off the bed when he slams into me in one deep thrust, filling me completely, while a deep rumble forms in the back of his throat. His hands grip my hips lifting me at an angle that has him able to get deeper than he ever has before. With every thrust, he brushes my unbearably sensitive clit while also reaching a new spot inside me.

“Oh God—” I whimper.

“I wonder if he ever gets tired of you calling out to him when you're with me,” he grunts as his hold on me tightens and he lifts me higher. His thrusts turn punishing.