Page 89 of Beautiful Trauma

“Not even a quickie?”

She gasped as my cock started to harden again inside her. “But you have too much stamina for a quickie,” she protested.

“I promise I”ll be quick.”

“You’re going to be leaking out of me for days, aren’t you?”

I shuddered. “Oh fuck, those words alone might make me come.”

Mila reached between us to lightly squeeze my balls. At my sharp intake of breath, she said, “You don’t come until I do.”

With a deep chuckle, I replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: MILA

After Kellan headed to Leo Neretti’s, I made a mad dash the two blocks to my apartment. I gave a quick hello to the doorman before I rushed to the elevator.

When I got inside, I headed to my walk-in closet. I would’ve loved to have bought something new, but Kellan hadn’t given me enough time to go shopping.

As I stared at the contents of my closet, I repeated Kellan’s instructions, “Formal but sexy.”

I flicked through the dresses, silently vetoing them one after the other. But when I came upon a sexy little red number I hadn’t worn in years, I paused. While it fit the formal bill with its beaded straps and bodice, it was practically backless and had an almost indecent hemline.

With a maniacal laugh, I jerked the hanger off the rack. Since Kellan wanted to be all secretive about our date, I would make him regret it with my choice of outfit.

During a long and luxurious shower, a reel of X-Rated images flickered though my mind of my office sexcapade with Kellan. Heat bloomed in my core.

But then in the next breath, Dima’s agonized scream echoed through my mind, sending anguished tears to my eyes. How could I possibly think of having a date when my brother was in such physical and emotional agony? Even if he didn’t want me in his room, I should be there in case he changed his mind.

After turning off the shower, I wrapped a towel around me and went in search of my phone. As much as I hated to do it to Kellan, I had to cancel our date. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t.

When I picked up my phone, I gasped. I already had a text from him. I had remembered to unblock him before we left the gallery.

Don’t overthink tonight, Mila. We’re two young people searching for some much deserved enjoyment. The problems with our families, what happened with Brian, and Dima’s recovery will still be here tomorrow. Let’s just forget for tonight. —K

I hiccuped a cry. God, how did he already know me so well? With trembling fingers, I texted back.

Okay. I will.

Good. Now go make yourself beautiful and stop overthinking everything.

“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath.

How did you know I was overthinking?

Because I know you.

That sounds rather creepy, Mr. Kavanaugh

It’s factual since I’ve known you in the biblical sense at least three times.

I snorted very unflatteringly at his response.

Keep being creepy, and you won’t have me biblically again.

You can say that when I’m not there. But you know the hold my magic pierced cock has over you.

Bastard