Page 8 of Midnight Kisses (Spicy Fat Cinderella Retelling)

MILES

The woman I’d gone down on at New Year’s was avoiding my eyes.

Her hands were rigid on my shoulders, and her baby blues darted around the room, wide and wary, like she thought I was about to whip a jar of seasoning out of my pocket and begin devouring her—not in the fun way.

I should calmly and patiently reassure her, but she was acting like she was thinking about running out on me again, which wasn’t an option. Instead, I settled my hands over the full hips I’d been thinking about since the clock struck twelve three weeks ago, and tugged her close.

Maybe that was a dick move, maybe I should have asked first, but if she’d liked me enough to let me lick her pussy, she could fucking well like me enough to dance with me.

At first she was stiff. But after a quick look at my mother, she began to sway.

It was an excellent twist of fate that Perry had found me.

All evening, my efforts to track her down had yielded nothing.

I’d been taking repeated trips to the bathroom hoping she would be there—I did this enough that Sadie and her friends started making incontinence jokes—and the whole time she’d been at the party, getting baited and trapped by my meddling mother.

But I had her now.

Through the tiny mask that did exactly nothing to conceal her identity, she blinked up at me, and in that moment something in my chest gave way with a sharp crack.

She had been dynamite in her black dress, reclining on that couch in the bathroom.

None of the other horny fuckboys who frequented these kinds of things knew what a feast of a woman was hidden away in the bathroom, so I’d had her all to myself.

Here, dressed like a princess, all she had to do was fucking blink those baby blues a couple times and anyone with any sense would get on their knees for her.

I tightened my hold on her, indenting her flesh with my fingers.

She inhaled sharply and the skin on her chest flushed red.

I made a noise of satisfaction when I saw it, which made the red spread further over her substantial cleavage and up her neck. Her nipples pebbled and she swallowed.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered.

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve just seen my dick and are picturing where you want to put it.”

Her pillowy lips parted as her jaw dropped. Immediately, my situation went from a semi to a full on problem.

“ I wasn’t. And you shouldn’t speak to someone like that—you don’t even know me. ”

“ Yes, I do. You’re Perry,” I relished the feel of her name in my mouth, just like I’d relished the taste of her before knowing this important detail. “Perry with the pretty pussy.”

Her mouth opened and shut a few times.

While I waited for her to stop gaping, I fantasised about pulling her closer, using her lush curves to cushion my raging erection.

“ You remember me ?” She hissed.

“Ouch, Perry. You hurt my feeling.”

A small laugh huffed out of her before she could stop it. I grinned.

“You have just the one feeling?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “I used to have more but they were inconvenient, so I downsized. Technically, I think I have two, but the second is the equivalent of a tyre in the trunk. I keep it tucked away and use it only in the event of an emergency.”

“Let me guess, your one feeling is?—”

“Social responsibility,” I supplied as she said, “horniness.”

She laughed again, and I resisted the urge to preen.

Now I knew her name, I knew I could shock her, I knew I could pleasure her, and I knew I could make her laugh.

Tick, tick, tick. She would definitely come home with me tonight, and I could fuck her out of my system. Maybe then I could get some damn sleep.

“Just kidding,” I said, as she tried to pull her aloof expression back on. Her lips were twitching though. “I don’t give a fuck about anyone else. I’m a selfish prick. But you can bet your ass I remember you, Perry. You’re the reason I now hear fireworks when I come.”

“Miles!” She pushed my chest. “My goodness, you’re a rascal, aren’t you?”

A rascal . I hadn’t heard a woman under the age of seventy five say that word…

ever. I’d certainly never heard someone who wanted to fuck me say it.

And she did want to fuck me. It was lurking in the way she looked at me, and twisted across the flush of her smooth, glowing skin.

She shone like a fucking angel, even in the hazy purple party lights, and I wanted her in my bed, glowing like that, as I made her come so hard she was hoarse from screaming my name.

She had to know what I was thinking, because she clutched my shoulders a little tighter.

I didn’t often see a woman more than once, but maybe I’d been missing a trick with my one-and-done approach, because it was delicious to watch her remember our intimacies and see them turn her on.

She was fighting it now, trying not to get carried away while we were in public.

I could have pushed, but for once in my life I decided to take my time; to savour her.

“Categorically,” I concurred with her assessment. “But my mother is hoping you’ll turn that around.”

She nodded. “Marriage, perfect teeth, grandbabies. She confided her plan.”

“Deeply disappointing in its mediocrity, isn’t it?”

“Do you think?”

“Don’t you?”

She shook her head, and I found myself holding my breath as I waited for her answer.

I’d never given a shit about anyone’s answer to this.

I didn’t care about hers either, it had nothing to do with me, I was simply curious .

In an academic way. Because my mother was right; it would be a crying shame for humanity not to pass on such a winning genetic combination.

And Mum didn’t even know, like I did, that Perry was a natural blonde.

Perry-with-the-pretty-pussy.

I had to stop thinking about her pussy or there was no way I’d be able to stand up straight when we stopped dancing.

Luckily, she wasn’t showing signs of stopping. Despite her initial reluctance we’d been dancing for two songs now. Her hands on my shoulders had relaxed a little.

“I would love to get married and have kids,” she replied softly.

“One day, if I find a man I want to do that with.” One day.

Interesting. “ I think if you’re a mediocre person, you’ll have a mediocre life no matter what the details of it are.

But I don’t want to be mediocre.” Before I could say something charming that would reassure her she repelled that word like oil repelled water, she continued, “I want to run a global brand, I want Perry Skin to be number one in the market, I want to make high-performance skincare accessible and inclusive. Although I wouldn’t want my kids to feel like they came second to my work.

That’s not a nice way for a kid to grow up. ”

“Is that how you grew up?”

Her eyes fell from my face to my chest. “Sort of. My mum was a volcanologist—she’s retired now—and my Dad is a pharmacist. He’s still working. Once I was old enough to stay at home by myself, I hardly saw them. That’s not how it’s going to be for my kids. They’ll know how important they are to me.”

“You say that,” I said lightly, nudging her chin up. “But take it from me, it’s a lot of pressure being cherished and adored by your parents.”

We were onto our third song now.

“Your mum doesn’t like your siblings more than you?” She straightened her silly mask. I wanted to throw it from the top of the Sky Tower so nothing hid her lovely face from me. I fought the urge. Barely.

“No, I’m an only child. Her little prince, et cetera, et cetera.”

“Ah. So, I should pity the woman she finally tricks into marrying you. She’ll never be good enough.”

“Incorrect. I could marry a bridge troll and my mother would be delighted.”

“As long as she produced half-troll grandbabies?” Perry wrinkled her nose. “Women are more than walking wombs for rich men, Miles. Troll women included.”

“No, you misunderstand. My mother would enthusiastically love her troll-in-law. She’d love anyone I brought home.

Mum collects people. Didn’t you notice her collecting you?

She and my dad always wanted a big family, which they couldn’t have.

I quite literally broke the mould. Helen has basically adopted Sadie, my Executive Assistant, and you’ll probably have to move and change your name to avoid the same fate. ”

“You have an assistant? What do you do for work?”

“I run our family business. Into the ground, Sadie says, but she’s a liar. Our numbers are excellent. Sadie is here tonight. I let her come. Actually, I paid for all her friends to come too.” I needed Perry to know I wasn’t stingy, and had women friends.

Sadie always said she didn’t trust men who didn’t have female friends—though I technically only had her, and she was more foe than friend.

But I wasn’t above misrepresenting things to make me look better in Perry’s eyes to get what I wanted.

Right now—the way she looked in that dress, the horny as fuck way she swallowed when she stared at me—there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do to elevate myself in Perry’s eyes.

God, I wanted to take her home.

“Sadie’s over there.” I nodded to the side of the room where my mother, Sadie, and her tallest friend sat at a table, watching us.

My mother looked thrilled, Sadie was sizing Perry up, and the tall friend was…

I don’t know, tall? I didn’t care. “You could make your business a family business too, then all your kids would be involved,” I continued. “Take it from me, nepotism is great.”

Perry looked over her shoulder. “Is Sadie the thin, white woman with brown bangs who won’t stop staring at me? Or the thin, white woman who is very tall who won’t stop staring at me?”

“Bangs.” Over Perry’s head, I glared at Sadie, silently urging her to be cool. She waited until Perry had turned away, then used one hand to mime winding up the middle finger of the other.

“I see.” Perry stretched up and put her arms around my neck, which pushed her tits into my chest and very effectively brought my attention back to her—I could have kicked myself for letting it wander.

We were onto our fifth song now. It was a fast one, but we stayed clasped together, moving slowly.

I gave in to the urge to wrap my arms around her to pull her up against me and she didn’t protest.

Her breath danced on my neck and my shoulders loosened, but the tension collecting elsewhere was becoming distracting.

Fuck, she was a delicious armful.

“Are you close with your assistant?” Perry murmured below my ear. “It sounds like you are..”

“Like black mould on a wall,” I replied. “I’m the wall—structural, important. Sadie is the fungus—unpleasant, deadly.”

Perry leant back to study my face and I tightened my grip in case she got any ideas about deserting me and my erection. Again.

“I think you might be unhinged,” she said, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I let an unhinged man go down on me.”

“Possibly. But I’ll never be mediocre.”

She rolled her eyes but leant into my arms again, and we swayed for another song.

“I can still feel their eyes burning holes in me,” she said.

I looked over at the table. “My mother has been distracted by Otis Blake, thank God. Probably trying to get us to buy his wines, even though they taste like vinegar. Sadie and her friend are still watching. Is that why you haven’t tried to make out with me yet?”

“I prefer to do that sort of thing in private.”

When I grinned, she blushed—realising what she’d confessed.

“Excellent.” I stopped dancing and put an arm over her shoulders. “Let’s get out of here.”

She planted her feet. “If I leave with you, your mother will get her hopes up.”

“But you do want to leave with me, don’t you?”

Her gaze dropped to my collar. I’d undone my bowtie an hour ago because it was fucking me off. God help me, she licked her lips.

When she nodded, I wanted to leap for joy and punch the air. I restrained myself. Barely.

“Why don’t you slap me and storm off, then meet me outside?” I suggested. “Mum would never think we’d left together then.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

“I never joke.”

“I’m not going to slap you, Miles. Let’s just keep dancing.

” She shrugged my arm off her shoulders, then picked both up and placed them back on her lush hips where they belonged.

When she stepped back into my embrace, we were much closer than we had been before.

Torso to torso, groin to groin. If she moved one little inch to the left, she’d feel exactly how ready I was to ditch this fucking party.

“You don’t have to slap me hard ,” I continued. “I’m not saying rearrange my face, Perry. Just a little tap, so people think you’re off somewhere despising me, not tying me to my bed and riding me until we’re both boneless.”

Her cheeks flushed an interesting shade of pink and she said, “Don’t be silly, Miles. You haven’t done anything deserving of a slap.”

“Should I grab your ass?” I couldn’t help myself, I slid my hands lower down her hips, over her backside. “How about now? Do I deserve a slap now?”

She definitely did, right over these delicious cheeks. When I thought about how they’d quiver under my hand, my cock gave a painful leap.

She looked at me from under heavy lids. “No,” she whispered. “Still no slap.”

“Give a man a chance, Perry. I’m harder than a block of ice right now.”

“Are you?”

“Feel free to verify.”

I was teasing, I didn’t actually think she would. But fuck me, because she angled her hips to use her thighs as cover, then pressed a palm over my thick erection. I just about exploded in my pants.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed. “You are.”

I was looking at the ceiling, trying to keep it together, trying to do basically anything except for thrust into her hand like an animal.

My voice was hoarse. “I told you. I’ll never lie to you.”

She slid her hand over the front of my pants, exploring the size and thickness.

I’d never been so turned on from so little.

I should have known this would be the case if I did finally find her, because I’d jacked off to the memory of her spreading her legs so many times already.

Our sexual chemistry was off the charts, which was as intimidating as it was amazing.

Perry was insanely hot, sharp as hell, and sweet—and even though I didn’t usually go for sweet women, it worked for her, somehow.

I could only cope with another thirty seconds of her fondling hand before I threw her over my shoulder and made her come home with me.

I didn’t give a shit who saw. No stranger's opinion mattered to me.

I cared about my immediate family, my company, and re-experiencing what Perry tasted like. That was it.