Chapter 26

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Kat

One Week Later

“Can you hand me that paint roller?” I asked, looking over my shoulder to find Miles watching me bend over the pan filled with teal-colored paint.

My shorts pulled tight against my ass and rode high enough to allow the bottom cheeks to peek through.

“I’ve got something we can roll,” he replied gruffly, grabbing my hips and thrusting his cock against my ass without handing me the roller.

“Miles,” I laughed. “The grand opening is in two days, and we’re not going to be ready if we don’t finish up.”

“I can’t focus when you’re bending over and showing me what I would rather be doing instead.”

“We just had sex this morning. And last night. And yesterday afternoon. All we do is have sex,” I joked, allowing my head to rest against his chest as he palmed my breasts.

“See, it’s not good to break our streak. I say it’s sex break time, then we’ll get back to work.”

I turned around and planted my hands on my hips.

He wiggled his brows playfully, grabbed me by the waist, and carried me down the hall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and laughed as he rushed to our new office.

It was weird to call it our office, but he insisted that was what it was.

After brainstorming different ideas, we’d decided to change up the original plan for Miles High and would focus on keeping it a comfortable place to eat without the expensive price tags but a wide range of foods.

Miles offered me the executive chef position, and together, we worked on creating a handful of menus for the first week we were open.

We wanted to draw in as many people as possible while also focusing on those who needed it the most.

He sat me down on the edge of his desk and kissed me while holding the sides of my face.

I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed being touched until I was with Miles.

I’d been engaged years ago, but it was a loveless relationship that I didn’t see until he drained my bank account of twenty grand and skipped town.

Miles and I had discussed my past plenty of times while I’d been staying with him over the past week, but now I only wanted to focus on my future.

“The rest of the team will be here soon,” I whispered as he kissed down my shoulder and lifted the bottom of my tank top.

“They know what to do,” he muttered.

“What if they come back here looking for you and catch us?”

“Then try not to fake it and give them a good show.”

“Miles!” I playfully shoved at his chest as he lowered his lips to the lace of my bra and pulled it down with his teeth. “At least lock the door.”

“So bossy.” He pinched my nipple playfully, then rushed over and locked the door.

He stalked toward me with a hungry look in his eyes, and I knew exactly what I wanted.

I got up from the desk, pulled my shirt over my head, then tossed it to the floor. With his eyes still locked on me, I reached behind and unhooked my bra.

He licked his lips and reached for me, but I shook my head and escaped. Standing completely topless in front of him, I sank to my knees and worked quickly to pull his jeans and boxers down.

I could feel the heat pooling between my legs as his cock greeted me. He wasn’t just long but thick, and his Prince Albert piercing turned me on every time I saw it.

My eyes closed as I leaned in and licked the tip, teasingly running my tongue in circles. He hissed and wrapped his hand in my hair, holding my head in place while I wrapped my lips around him and took him into my mouth.

We didn’t have much time before the others would get there, so I dove straight in and worked him through to the back of my throat while stroking the length that didn’t fit in my mouth with my hand.

His thighs tensed, and I could tell he was getting close. I hallowed my cheeks, sucking even harder.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned.

Knowing that was my cue, I pulled him out of my mouth, hearing the loud pop as we broke the tight suction. I leaned up, pressing my breasts together as he slipped his dick between them. He came all over my chest a few seconds later, and I loved every second of it.

“You know,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. “I brought you back here to give you an orgasm.”

“Eh,” I said with a shrug as I stood up and grabbed a handful of tissues to clean myself off with while he took care of his mess. “You can make it up to me tonight.”

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