Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Technology was the downfall of most criminals these days. As an organization, we’d learned to be careful as fuck about it.
“You’ve had a night,” I said, tossing my phone on the coffee table before reaching for her.
I just meant to pull her legs over my lap again, to continue to be an anchor and safe space.
But my damn greedy hands sank into her hips instead, drawing her up onto her knees, then over my lap.
I reached down, ruching up the skirt of her very tight dress so she could move to straddle me.
Maybe I could have just pulled her close, held her, offered her more comfort.
But then her eyes flicked up.
And I saw my own need reflected there.
She drew in a slow, deep breath, then dropped down onto my lap.
A soft little mewling sound escaped her when she felt me hardening beneath her.
She shifted, rocking herself against me.
Her eyes went foggy.
Her lips parted.
Her breath stuttered.
There was no way I could stop myself from sinking my fingers deeper into her hips and dragging her against me.
Her choked moan stole whatever was left of my control.
I reached up, grabbed the back of her neck, and dragged her down to me.
My lips claimed hers, full of the urgency racing through my veins.
The kiss stole the air from my lungs.
Stole every coherent thought.
Stole fucking everything.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Milo
The kiss was pure heat.
And I couldn’t help but reach for the flames, the danger, the promise at the other end of it.
Milo’s hand crushed the back of my neck, the touch at once possessive and desperate. The combination was like lighter fluid to the fire already burning through me.
My hips rocked.
Once. Twice.
Milo’s groan vibrated against my lips as his hips bucked up against the friction.
I knew it wasn’t going to be enough.
Not this time.
I wanted more.
I wanted everything.
I wanted him.
More than I wanted my next breath.
It was terrifying and exhilarating in equal turns.
His hands slid down my back, sank into my ass, then pulled my skirt up and over it.
Then his fingers teased across my skin to grab the waistband of my underwear, dragging them down until I automatically lifted each knee to free the material.
I had no idea what his intentions were until he broke the kiss, until he was pulling at my hips until I had no choice but to lift up.
Losing the press of him had a soft cry escaping me.
But there was a dark promise in Milo’s eyes that sent a shiver thundering down my spine.
His hands just kept pulling.
Then one slid down my thigh to grab me under one knee. Pushing. Spreading. Opening me up.
When he pressed it back and up, my knee hitting the back cushion, I knew exactly what he had in mind.
But I didn’t even have time to draw in a steadying breath before his head ducked and he was right there.
My breath stuttered out of me.
Lightning shocked my system at the glide of his tongue that was so needed it almost hurt. My hands grabbed the back of his head, holding him against me as he circled around my clit.
His one hand splayed across my ass cheek, fingers curling into the soft flesh, like he knew he needed to hold onto me just before his tongue finally made contact with where I needed it most.
My thighs shook hard enough that I thought I might fall over the back of the couch.
But the shock of sensation gave way to a steadily building pressure that let me stabilize my stance even as flames licked through every inch of me.
Milo’s hand slipped between us, two fingers sliding inside me. A long, low moan escaped me at the stretch, at the fullness that hinted at what I wanted but didn’t quite deliver.
But then he was thrusting, turning, stroking, engaging my G-spot even as his tongue kept the slow, measured pace on my clit.
My chest felt tight; my heartbeat was too fast.
That coil tightened in my core.
A strangled cry escaped me as he pushed me to that precipice.
But then he groaned against me, like my pleasure was ending him as well.
And that was what I needed.
The pleasure tore through me. Hot, bright, searing.
My cries rolled through the suite as the pleasure flicked higher and higher before slowly becoming embers.
My thighs wobbled, and I slipped, falling back down half on Milo and half at his side.
My hand had landed high on his thigh.
Then, when our gazes met, I let it drift upward.
His breath caught as I traced the rigid line of him through his pants, the thin material leaving very little to the imagination.
My palm circled the tip of him, making his hips jerk upward and a quiet curse slip from between his lips.
Emboldened by his reaction (and possibly motivated by my own curiosity) my hand moved upward, slid under his waistband, and freed his hard length.