Page 47 of Final Temptation (Alpine Peak #2)

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I whispered in the dark.

“Hey, you’re the one who chose this location,” Myles mumbled against my neck, while his hand started to creep up my thigh through the long slit in my dress.

“Because I need you, Myles. I couldn’t wait, and this is our closest option behind closed doors.” Reaching over his head, he pulled on the delicate string lighting up the walls around us.

“For the last several months, I’ve lived too much of my life in the dark.

I spent days with my eyes shut, never having the opportunity to see the light.

Before that, every single day I spent dragging my feet, it was all so fucking dark.

I want to see you when I fuck you, Sophie.

I’m tired of living in the dark when I don’t have to.

” His throat bobbed, swallowing thickly.

“So, if a closet is our only option, I don’t care.

I won’t sit here and refuse the opportunity to touch you.

” His eyes were hungry, ready to devour me.

“Myles, you have no idea how much I love you.” My words came out somewhere between a pant and desperate longing.

“However much it may be, just know I love you ten times that.” He locked his lips onto mine when his fingers inched up, hooking around my seamless panties, my warm center already anticipating his touch.

“You’re so wet already. Are you feeling greedy for me, Princess?”

“ Yes ,” I moaned when his fingers slipped through my wetness.

“Keep quiet, I’d hate for someone to barge in here and take this opportunity away from me.” My hair stood on my neck, his voice vibrating against my skin while his fingers danced along my lips, all the way up to the bundle of nerves begging to be touched.

“It’s one thing to be quiet, but how do you know that Chase isn’t pressing his ear against the door and getting off on this?”

“Baby, I’m going to need you to refrain from saying my best friend’s name while my fingers are buried in your pussy.” A laugh escaped my mouth, mixed with a moan.

Myles tore his fingers away from my heat, and a whimper slipped from my lips, missing the sensation of how full just two fingers were able to make me feel.

His lips smashed against mine once more when he hooked his arms underneath my ass, carrying me to a small table that sat against the opposite wall.

“Spread your legs,” he grunted the moment my ass hit the cold metal.

Doing as I was told, I spread my legs and hiked up the skirt of my dress.

“Good girl.” He knelt in front of me, kissing and nibbling his way up my inner thigh, “These gotta go.” His fingers hooked under my panties, tearing them off before I had the chance to even think about taking them off myself.

“Guess I won’t be needing those.” I nodded toward the ripped fabric he stuffed into his back pocket.

His lips lifted with a smirk before his head disappeared between my legs. Wasting no time at all, his tongue shot out, licking up my arousal in one long swipe.

“Oh my God, Myles. Your mouth,” I moaned.

He returned my cry with a groan of his own, the sound vibrating against my pussy, only causing me to soak myself even more.

“You have such a pretty pussy, baby. My favorite fucking taste.” His words only turned me on more.

Reaching out for his light brown locks, I filled the space between my fingers with his hair, tugging him closer to me. He continued to lap me up, one lick and stroke of his tongue at a time. My hips bucked freely, chasing the orgasm I knew was right around the corner.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” My chants only grew louder, the closer he got.

He lifted his mouth off my core, replacing it with his fingers, toying with my clit just long enough to scold me for being too loud. “Control that sweet little mouth of yours, Soph.”

Myles had a way of fucking me into another universe. It didn’t matter where we were; when his hands were on me, it was just him and me, and nothing else mattered.

“I’m trying so hard, but you just feel so good.” My hips grinded against his fingers. “I have no idea how I’m going to be quiet once you stick your cock inside me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.” His eyes didn’t leave mine when he ripped my panties out of his pocket, and said, “Open up.” Because it was impossible to deny him of any demand, I opened my mouth, just like I had with my legs only moments ago.

“A fucking knock-out, that’s what you are, Soph. Sitting in front of me with your legs stretched open, dripping wet and begging for my cock, your panties stuffed in your mouth, making your eyes water. You are a delectable fucking sight to see.” Myles stood up, dusting off his knees.

His eyes turned dark, and with me unable to say anything, all I could do was think. All that ran through my mind was how badly I needed him inside me, how I’d beg him for his cock if I could speak through the panties stuffing my mouth shut.

“You look like you want to say something, baby.” He inched closer, his fingers plunging back into my warm heat when the opposite hand wrapped around my neck. The roughness of his calloused skin only turned me on more.

“Please,” I tried to say, the sound only muffled by my panties.

“You need more?” His eyes narrowed, a switch flipping inside him like he was ready to take this to the next level.

I nodded my head.

He bent over and grabbed a hand towel from the rack of cleaning supplies with the hand that wasn’t currently buried in my pussy.

After setting aside the towel, he unbuttoned the cuff of his sleeve and began rolling it up, looking me in the eyes.

“I know how you like to make a mess, so it’s a good thing we’re in a cleaning closet.

Think you can squirt for me again, Princess?

” My eyes went wide. I’d only ever experienced that when we were in Vegas.

This wasn’t a regular thing for me, and to be honest, I was embarrassed about it before, but seeing how much he wanted it only spiked my arousal.

He'd been the only man who could take me to that level. Myles could do anything to my body that he wanted. Permission fucking granted.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He winked, only plunging his fingers in deeper, his thumb brushing my clit each time he pulled in and out of me.

I’d been so close this entire time, ready to explode, so it was no surprise I could feel my orgasm creeping up my spine once again.

Myles kept his fingers inside me, filling me with each digit, moving them back and forth, pulsing on my G-spot and sending my nerves into a tailspin.

“Oh, fuck.” My voice was silenced.

“I can feel how close you are. Come on my hand, baby. Show me how good I make you feel,” he groaned as his hand found a place around my neck.

With one hand lost between my legs, the other around my neck, his eyes glaring darkly into mine, I secretly wished there was a mirror in here for me to see just how hot this image looked.

There was no stopping the wave of pleasure ripping through me. With every pulse of his fingers, my arousal soaked the table, drenched my inner thighs, and dripped from his hand as he pulled it out of me.

“Good fucking girl, Soph.” Leaving no mess behind, he cleaned his fingers of me, dragging his tongue along each one, licking up, and enjoying every ounce of my cum.

My chest rose with every deep breath I took in and out of my nose.

“I’m not done with you yet. My cock is fucking aching to be inside you.” Since I couldn’t speak, my legs only spread wider, inviting him in.

My eyes drifted below his belt, the outline of his hard cock threatening to bust out of his fancy gray dress pants. Snapping my legs shut, I inched for the end of the table, reaching out for the part of this man that drove me crazy the most.

Even though I’d already had an orgasm—one that rocked my fucking world—my body was still screaming for him. One orgasm was never enough when it came to Myles.

I ripped at his belt, the buckle flying open, granting me access to the rest of his pants.

As badly as I wanted to tear his clothes off, I had a moment of clarity, remembering we were at the rehearsal dinner of my best friend and his brother, and by the grace of God, we needed to somehow look like we weren’t just in here fucking each other’s brains out.

I mean, shit, my dad’s here too, and walking out of this closet like a Walk of Shame Hall of Famer would be something else entirely.

In one fell swoop, I shoved his pants down, along with his boxer briefs. With my underwear still stuffed in my mouth, muting me, Myles slipped me off the table and turned me around so that my ass pressed against his length.

“Gotta make this quick,” he moaned against my ear. My head fell back against his shoulder with a muffled sigh of my own.

With my dress bunched up in one hand and the other holding myself against the table, Myles grabbed my hips for stability, guiding his cock into my slit.

He didn’t hold back.

There was zero teasing.

In one full thrust, his cock hit me as deep as my body would allow it.

Myles pulled in and out in long, hard strokes. Leaning his head down on my shoulder, he stifled his own cries by biting into my shoulder—marking me.

“Jesus Christ, Sophie. How is it that whenever I’m inside you, it feels better than the last?” With every rock of his hips, every deep plunge into my pussy, my body begged to scream and let everyone in this goddamn building know how he made me feel.

The longer we were forced to be quiet, the more we clawed at each other.

His teeth sank deeper into me, and my hand reached behind his head, grabbing at his hair to return the pain that easily felt like pleasure in a moment like this.

“I’m close, baby.” His thrusts picked up, the pace becoming more manic as his orgasm threatened to rip through him.

His hands were all over my body, like he couldn’t quite decide where he wanted to touch me first. We had little time, and he desired to have all of me—just how I wanted him.

One minute, he was gripping my hips as he pounded into me.

The next, he was grabbing the flesh of my ass, marking me there too.

His hands moved up the silk of my dress, cupping my tits through the fabric, still perfectly locating my nipples even with a barrier between us.

He pinched and tugged with each and every movement being as frantic as the next.

Even a quick fuck with Myles had me coming apart. I could feel my pussy contracting against his cock, tightening around it with every throb.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth.

My cries teared through me, but it wasn’t until Myles tore my panties from my mouth and pulled out of me that I realized my crazed moans were everything we were trying to avoid. Myles spun me around, silencing my whimpers by sliding his tongue in my mouth.

His lips sucked against mine, the taste of me lingering on his tongue. Each kiss was bruising and addictive. His hand moved along his cock, jerking himself until he came, and I craved any opportunity he gave me to watch him.

I tore my lips away from him, watching his hand go to work before he coated my panties in his cum.

Definitely won’t be needing those again.

“Fuck.” His hips thrusted into his fist, squeezing out every last drop.

So. Hot. He was so fucking hot.

Hovering over his ear, I whispered, “Looks like I’ll be going commando the rest of the night.”

“Jesus Christ, keep it fucking down in there,” Chase called from the other side of the door, grabbing our attention.

“I mean, we tried our best, right?” We both laughed, looking around the small space.

“This room screams, I got fucked in .” Myles chuckled while he cleaned himself up.

Now, hopefully, we could escape without getting caught. But I knew my best friend, and she knew me, and it was damn near impossible to wipe the kind of pleasure Myles was capable of giving me from my face.

“Horny bitch” might as well be tattooed across my forehead.