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R OWAN

I had sex with Miles Buckingham. Holy crap. I had sex with Miles Buckingham. I let out a quiet scream and shimmy as I dance in the shower. My elbow hits the wall and I slow down my ridiculous dance, hoping I didn’t wake Miles.

The man is a machine. His body is built, which the whole world is aware of. Okay, maybe not world, but anyone who watches football. But up close and personal? I tip my face into the stream of water and rinse away the suds from my hair as I let out a sigh.

He worked my body over last night. In the best of ways. The orgasms were off the chart. Three in the first go-around. My body was spent and numb from exhaustion in the best of ways. Oh, the very best of ways.

When he woke me a few hours ago with his erection rubbing against my ass cheeks, I didn’t even pretend to be asleep. His arm had been draped over my middle, holding me close to his chest, and his fingers dropped to my center. I was embarrassingly wet when he fingered me, and after bringing me to orgasm—my fourth of the night—he slipped inside me.

Well, maybe not slipped. It still took a lot of effort and self-control for him to bury himself deep. The man is a giant. I guess the old adage is true. The size of a man’s hands and feet are a good determining factor to the size of his penis.

He made love to me slowly, bringing me to another orgasm—my fifth, in case you lost track—then with some sort of magic, he stayed buried deep inside me while flipping me to all fours, and pounded me from behind.

It was rough. It was primal. It was so good. I buried my face into my pillows and was about to have my sixth orgasm when my bed collapsed.

I giggle under the rain of the shower at the memory. It’s not like I have the sturdiest of beds to begin with. A simple bed frame and the cheapest mattress I could find from a discount store.

Even when the frame gave out and the mattress was out of sorts, Miles didn’t let up until we both came at the same time. He collapsed on me, bringing the mattress completely to the floor.

I’ve never laughed during or after sex, but in the wee hours of the morning, tired and drunk on orgasms, I couldn’t help my fit of giggles. Miles was all laughter as well while he cleaned us both up.

We fell back asleep, not bothering to fix the bed frame or mattress. When my alarm went off fifteen minutes ago, he didn’t budge. I suppose playing in an NFL game, then having sex, twice, will knock a guy out.

I finish in the shower and am extra quiet as I work my way around the mattress to my dresser. I take my clothes into the bathroom and dress in my work scrubs. Not wanting to wake him with my hair dryer, I put some product in my hair then twist it into a bun on the top of my head.

Just in case he wakes before I leave, I dab on some blush, eyeliner and mascara, then head to the kitchen for some much needed caffeine. I brew a pot and pack a yogurt, banana, and bag of pretzels in my lunchbox. Eyeing the leftover Chinese, I toss the extra egg roll in there as well.

I’ve never had a guy stay the night in my apartment before, and I’m not sure what the SOP is for this morning. Do I leave Miles a note? Wake him and make him leave when I do?

A note seems too impersonal after last night. He skipped out on going out with his friends to spend time with me. He treated me to Chinese, went for a walk, and didn’t push me into having sex with him.

I’m so thankful I was strong enough to ask him to stay. Last night was incredible. Perfect. Wonderful. Amazing. Miles is so much more than what he appears to be on the surface.

Needing at least one more glimpse of him, I set my bag and coffee down and tiptoe to my bedroom. He’s still out cold. Hasn’t moved since I slid out of bed thirty minutes ago. Maybe I shouldn’t wake him. He had a long day yesterday.

I can’t resist one more kiss, so I drop to my knees and place a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Mm,” he groans, and a strong arm reaches out, pulling me on top of him. “Mm.” Miles tucks my face in his neck and kisses my cheek. “Smell good.”

His voice is deep and raw with sleep and never sounded sexier.

“I have to go.”

“No.” He holds me tighter into him and I feel his erection lengthening under me.

“Miles. I have to go to work.”

“Mm.” This time the grumble sounds more like a moan. He rolls us and he must have forgotten about the bed because I’m flat on my back on the floor and his heavy weight presses into me. “Missed you.”

“You couldn’t miss me if you were sound asleep. I could have left for work and you’d be none the wiser.”

“Not a chance.”

“Mhm.” I giggle when he pinches my hip. “I really have to go.”

Miles rolls us back onto the bed and sits up so I’m straddling him. “I’ll drive you to work.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” His hair sticks up in a dozen different directions and he has pillow crease marks on his left cheek. I’ve never seen a man look more adorable. I push back his hair and kiss his cheek. “You can go back to sleep if you want, but I do have to leave.”

If the traffic fairies are in my favor, I’ll make it with five minutes to spare. I like having a ten minute cushion, but I’ll take five. I consider being on time as being late, so I’m trying not to panic when I see the time.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” Miles stands, holding my legs around his middle, and I feel like a koala clinging to him.

“You should probably put some clothes on if you’re going outside.”

He releases my butt and legs and I slide down his body. He’s stark naked and not a bit shy about it. I glance between us and bite my bottom lip when I see how hard he is.

“Eyes up here, Doc, or I’m gonna make you extra late to work.”

“Sorry.”

Miles chuckles. “Don’t ever apologize for staring at my cock. He likes it. I like it when your eyes are on me, Rowan. Stare all you want, baby.” He kisses my forehead, then bends over to pick up his boxers and jeans.

Dang. He has the most spectacular ass I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen many this up close and personal, but still.

“Eyes, Row. My cock is angry right now for being confined to these clothes and not buried deep inside you. Don’t aggravate it more by ogling me.”

“I’m not ogling you.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Doc.” He chuckles again. “And please don’t stop. But be aware, what comes around goes around.”

His eyes drop to my chest, which is covered in miniature pumpkins and scarecrows. I love the seasonal scrubs, and my patients enjoy the fun prints too. I keep my bottoms a solid, neutral color, and the dark blue doesn’t add much shape to my legs or butt, but you’d never know it by the way Miles looks at me.

He slides his feet into his shoes and tugs on his shirt, then reaches for my hand. “After you, Wild—” He cuts himself off and rubs his free hand down his face. “I smell coffee,” he says. That’s not what I think had him distracted, but I don’t ask him about it.

“Would you like to take a cup to go?”

“Yeah, but not today. I’m already making you late.” He picks up my lunch box and travel mug, taking a sip as we head for the door. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but your coffee tastes like crap.”

No hard feelings here. It’s the generic store brand because I can’t justify spending twice that much on decent stuff. I drink it for the jolt of energy, not for the taste. Maybe someday, when my college loans are paid off, I’ll splurge on coffee.

For now, my play money is budgeted for girls’ nights. Not that we’ve had as many lately, which has helped my bank account. As have these dinner dates.

“I’m not super picky when it comes to coffee.”

“Apparently.”

When we reach my car, he pins me between him and the driver side door. “Sorry for being grouchy. I don’t like mornings, unless they’re spent between your legs.”

It’s a cool, crisp, fall morning, and I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“And I’m sorry about your bed. I’ll fix it.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure the bed frame is fine.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” He kisses my neck and runs his tongue along the shell of my ear. “Tell me your bed has never experienced sex like that.”

“My bed has never experienced sex like that.”

“Hm.” He nuzzles my neck again and I lean into his warmth. “Tell me you’ve never experienced sex like that.”

“I think you know that already.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve never, in my life, had six orgasms in one night.” Never in one week. Probably in one month.

“It’s good to have a baseline. Same for me.” He presses his mouth to mine and moans. “This week’s gonna suck. I don’t know if I’ll have time to see you before I leave for Philly on Thursday.”

“That’s okay. You need to focus on football.”

Miles steps back and opens my car for me. When I’m behind the wheel, I look up and take my coffee mug and lunch box from him.

“I’d rather focus on that ass.”

I hide my smile and start my car. “Thank you for last night, Miles. I had...fun.”

“Doc. It was more than fun and you know it.”

“Maybe. But imagine the fun we could have had if we had a third nipple.”