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I let out a quick yelp from the unexpected contact, but my brain is too full of sex haze to say too much. “Okay.”

Miles chuckles as he pulls me out the door, locking it behind us, before leading me over to his car. Once we’re settled with our seatbelts on, the sex haze seems to clear, and we’re able to have a normal conversation during the journey.

During the drive, whilst we’re talking about anything and everything, just like old times, there’s a nagging part of my brain thinking that opting to wear a thong was a fucking great idea. Had I gone commando, like I was planning, there would be a very large, very visible wet patch on the back of my dress now, and my desire for Miles would be more than evident.

Small fucking mercies, I think to myself.

Once we arrive at the cinema, we look over the film options and decide on a horror movie. It’s one of those films that looks like it will be so terrible, it will have you hooked. We grab a large drink and popcorn to share, and head down the corridor to find our screen.

As it’s a weekday morning, there are very few people around, let alone watching the horror movie that has been showing for a couple of weeks. We take our seats at the very back, noting there are only four other people in the room with us.

There’s two women in the very front row, and two young lads about ten rows in front of us, but at the opposite end of the row to where our seats are. As the lights dim and the pre-film adverts play, I settle into the chair, leaning my head against Miles’ shoulder.

He wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side as we both relax to watch the film. He turns, so he’s able towhisper in my ear. “I remember sitting with you on our very first real date, wishing I could put my arm around you, but you were so skittish back then.”

I lift my gaze to meet his piercing blue eyes, wondering if I should voice the nagging concern at the back of my mind or not. The way Miles smiles at me, pushing me to talk, spurs me on.

“Does it bother you when we talk about the past? I know I hurt you so much, and I’m beyond grateful for the second chance you’re giving me. I guess I just don’t want to ruin things between us by reminding you of the hurt I caused.”

Miles shakes his head rapidly, his beautiful eyes staring at me so intently, it’s like he’s trying to see into my soul. “I love talking about our past. Yes, there were some painful times, but our time together was some of the happiest days of my life. Why would I not want to remember that?”

I can hear how much he means it, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I pull the conversation back to where we were before I brought up the past.

“On our date, I wanted you to touch me, and that terrified me, as I’d never felt like that with anyone. Anytime our arms touched, it sent a shiver through me.”

He presses a sweet kiss to the sensitive spot just below my ear. “I was painfully hard throughout the film for that very reason. Every time you brushed against me, my body felt like it was on fire.”

I can hear the film starting in the background, but everything around us falls away as Miles presses soft kisses along my neck and jaw.

“I wanted you to kiss me the way you had the night before. I was still dripping wet from spending the night thinking about you.” I love the way his eyes darken when he hears my confession.

Miles’ breath hitches and he pauses his kisses, letting out a low groan, before tugging on the lobe of my ear with his teeth. “Did you go home after the bar and think about me?”

I can hear the underlying question he’s not asking aloud and my heart races as I squirm in my seat, my core heating just as it did all those years ago.

I nod, even with his lips suckling on my neck, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes. I came like three times thinking about you, and each time I knew it wouldn’t compare to what you could do to me.”

Miles lets out another low groan that vibrates against my cheek as he presses a kiss to the edge of my mouth. He turns slightly, bringing his opposite hand up so he can curl it around my neck, capturing me with his grasp.

“The thought of you fingering your pretty pussy while thinking about me is getting me hard,” he admits, and I cast my eyes down to his tented jeans, proof he was telling the truth.

I shuffle in my seat, trying to alleviate some of the throbbing ache that’s building within me. “I’m so wet now. Probably even more than I was that night, and on our date.”

He lets out a hiss as he palms his cock over the top of his jeans, his grip on my throat tightening. “You were wet on our date?”

“Yes,” I say, sounding breathy and desperate. “I made myself come just before I met you, as I didn’t think I’d be able to manage the whole date if not.”

Miles lets out a low growl as he tightens his hand, squeezing my neck to the point it’s almost painful, using his hold to turn my head towards him. He presses his lips against mine in a forceful, passionate kiss, and I let him devour me.

He pulls back far too quickly, and I drag in some much needed air as my head spins from the pressure he’s putting on my neck. His thumb and fingers are in just the right position,pressing down enough to slow the blood supply to my brain, making me feel lightheaded and dizzy.

I reach up and rest one of my hands on his wrist, but I don’t pull him away just yet. I trust he knows my limits, but I keep my hand there just in case.

“Now I can’t stop picturing you with your fingers in your tight, wet cunt,” he growls, peppering kisses against my cheek and jaw.

My heart is racing as white spots flicker in my vision, the whole room spinning as the feel of his hand around my neck sets me on fire. Everything is so much more potent. Even the way his other thumb is stroking over the back of my hand feels intimate, and it’s leaving a tingle in its wake.

My hold around his wrist tightens as my vision flickers, my nails digging into the skin so much it must be painful for him. Yet, my knickers are becoming drenched from how much I’m enjoying his control over me.