Chapter 13 - Laura
I stared at the computer, trying to put the finishing touches down for the fundraiser in a couple of days, but each time I started, my mind traveled.
I kept picturing the way Miles held my legs and thrust into me. I could still feel the ache from being sore afterward. And my mind couldn't stop seeing the hunger in his eyes as he roughly fucked me.
I pinched my nose, shaking my head for the tenth time. "Jesus Christ. Get your mind together."
I looked back at the computer and sighed.
"All right, I need to call the flower shop, let them know about the two extra flower pots, and write their check."
I looked down at my desk, my stomach dipping, knowing that my bare ass had been on it just a couple of days ago. I could still hear the way I moaned.
A shiver ran over my body, a reminder of the orgasm I had. When he ordered me to keep my eyes on him, I did. I could see the damn smirk on his lips, proud of himself. He'd proved his point.
I rubbed my eyes, trying hard to push the vision back but couldn't.
I could feel his hands gripping my thighs as he thrust into me. I forgot how large Miles was and how much he filled me. I crossed my legs and winced, but the pain was good.
I scowled as I leaned back. I was disappointed with how quickly I was to jump on Miles. After all the worry from the fire and seeing him injured, I suddenly found myself unable to control myself. I needed him. I needed to know that he was okay, and suddenly, I couldn't imagine not having him just once.
And now it was a scratch I wanted to itch again. I wanted him badly, and it didn't help that he knew how to wind me up. He knew where my spots were and just how to handle me. He knew I liked it a little rough sometimes, and he knew I liked to be told what to do.
I pinched my eyes again when there was a soft knock on my door. I looked up and found Miles standing in the doorway. My stomach twisted up, and I blushed.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Why do you look so red?"
"Just hot..." I said, looking away. "It's warm in here."
"I don't think it's hot in here," he said as he stepped further into my office.
"Well, you're a guy," I said, placing my hands on my keyboard and looking at him. "I'm busy. Do you need something?"
"I was just wondering if you wanted a ride home since the days it pretty much done."
I was confused by the question and looked at the time on my computer. I scowled, realizing it was a little past five now. Time had flown by.
"Wow, the day kind of got away from me."
"Well, you've been busy," he said, stopping at my desk. His hips rested just at my eye level, and my eyes stared. I swallowed, quickly forcing myself to look away. My face grew hot again.
"Are you sure you're okay? You're looking pretty red again. Are you getting sick?"
"Where is your sling?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"I have it off now. The doctor said I was good and perfect, just like before."
I swallowed, unable to find words. Miles leaned forward, his face stopping just a few inches from mine. My face went hot once more.
"Are you getting sick?" he reached out a hand to touch my forehead, and I moved back. My ass moved just enough that I fell out of my chair, and I fumbled backward onto the ground.
"Laura!" Miles moved, rounding the desk. I tried to pull myself together, but I could feel my entire body was hot now with embarrassment.
"What has gotten into you," he asked, bending over to offer me a hand up. "I was just trying to check your forehead."
"Miles, I can't have you touch me," I whispered, unable to look at him.
Miles paused. "What? I..I don't understand."
I took a small breath in and looked at him. "Because this is a bad idea."
"I was just offering you a ride home," he said softly, squatting next to me.
"It isn't that simple," I grumbled, chewing on my cheek. "I can't have you drive me home because that leads to other things, and other things lead to fucking, and we can't fuck again."
He smirked. "We could," he teased.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "We can't. I shouldn't open that door. I can't be a good mother if my mind is traveling around wondering when I can orgasm again."
Miles continued to smirk, and I scowled. "This isn't funny. I haven't been able to focus all damn day."
"It is a little."
"How is this funny?' I said, glaring at him. "Do you know what's gone through my head all day?"
His smirk grew, and his eyes sparkled. "No, but do tell."
I turned, pulled myself up, and fixed my dress. Miles stepped back, watching me as I reseated myself at my desk.
He crossed his arms. "Laura, whatever is going through your head is normal."
"I'm aware it's normal," I grumbled. "I know it's normal to fantasize about things, but I can't. I'm a mother. It's wrong. I don't have time for this kind of thing."
I could hear him sigh, and he went around my desk, placing his hands on the other side and staring at me. I felt my face grow hot once more as he was so close.
"Suddenly having sex is wrong because you're a mother?"
Hearing him say the words was wrong. And I knew that. But this wasn't that simple.
I sighed, waving a hand, knowing I would need to explain. "Michael was late for school this morning because I tossed and turned last night. And because he was late, he forgot his science folder, which I always remind him to put in his bag before we leave, but I didn't. My entire day was thrown, and instead of getting work done today, all I could think about was the fact my ass was on my desk less than twenty-four hours ago and how much I want it to happen again."
I sighed, looking away. "But I can't. I shouldn't have allowed it to happen the first time because now it's screwed everything else up. It's blurring lines where they should be clear. You shouldn't cross them."
"So, you're what, saying you shouldn't be having sex because it makes you forget things?"
I waved my hands. "If it makes me a crappy mom, yes. This is why I said I can't have a sexual relationship."
I could hear Miles start to chuckle, and I scowled at him. He quickly shook his head. "Laura, can't you hear yourself?"
"You know what, I've gone without sex for a long time, and I've done fine. Your dick isn't magical."
He smirked. "No, but it's clear you want it if you're fantasizing about it at work."
I felt my face grow hot.
His eyes softened. "And it's normal. Wendy and Ayden have a sex schedule. And I only know this because I saw it when I babysat. Ashley and Owen do it at least once a week. And I know that because they have a date night, and we all have seen what happens at date night. I accidentally caught them fucking in a car in the parking lot when I forgot my gym bag."
"They are married," I said. "They have another person to pick things up when they drop the ball. I do not have that."
Miles leaned down, resting his arms on the desk. "What are you scared of exactly? Do you think your need for sex is going to overpower your love for your son?"
"No, I just…"
I knew there were parents who could do it all, but I wasn't. I removed relationships from the picture a long time ago.
I frowned. "It's always just been Michael and I.. Everything I do is for us. I can't do casual sex, Miles. That's where people get hurt, and Michael needs me to stay put together. I can't make mistakes."
Miles gave me a soft smile. "Laura, it doesn't make you a bad mom. It makes you human. We all have sexual urges. We all drop the ball on things."
I took a deep breath in. "I know that. But I can't do this." I wave a hand between us. "I can't be having sex at work."
"We were technically off the clock," he added. "It was lunchtime."
"Not changing my point," I said softer. "My point is, I can't do that. I won't have sex outside of a relationship. If I'm sleeping with someone, I need to know that they understand how crazy my life is."
Miles was an inch from my face, and a smirk pulled on his lips. "Well then, it sounds like we're in a relationship, Laura."
My face grew hot.
"So, how about a ride home? I promise to keep my hands to myself. Unless you, of course, beg me, then I won't."
"I won't be begging you," I said, pulling myself up. "But I'll take you up on the offer."
As I grabbed my purse, Miles still stood with a smug smirk, waiting for me. As I turned toward him and the door, he leaned in. "Also, if you do change your mind and decide you would like another ride, all you have to do is ask, and my cock will be more than eager to please you."
My eyes widened, and I felt my face blush. Miles took my hand, chuckling. "Oh, I love to tease you."
I felt my heart skip a beat, suddenly realizing I was falling back in love.