Chapter 26 #2
Instead of moving my panties aside, Miles slowly slides them down my legs and tosses them somewhere behind him. The moment he spreads my lips open for him, his tongue drags slowly across his upper lip.
A needy sound leaves me as he takes in how wet I am for him.
“Qué rico sabes, Penélope,” he groans before his tongue flicks against my clit.
My entire body jolts.
I already feel extremely close to coming apart.
He keeps working me over with his tongue on my clit while slowly thrusting two fingers inside me. The pleasure builds so fast I can barely breathe. My head falls back as my legs open wider for him.
When he adds a third finger, I yank hard on his hair and shut my eyes.
“Más, Miles. Más.”
I hear him groan against me right before he sucks on my clit. Hard.
“Sí, baby. Así,” I chant over and over until I explode.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when Miles suddenly stands and tosses me over his shoulder.
“Where are we going?” I ask between breaths, adrenaline already surging through me all over again.
“Outside.”
Did I hear him right? It’s freezing outside.
When Miles opens the glass doors leading to the terrace, icy air rushes over my skin and sends a chill straight through me.
“Don’t worry, sugar. There are heaters out here,” he says, setting me back on my feet.
The view nearly steals my breath.
New York City’s skyline surrounds us, skyscrapers glowing against the night sky like something out of a movie.
“Besides,” Miles murmurs behind me, “the way I want to fuck you will heat you right up.”
I brace my hands against the railing, anticipation rushing through me like wildfire.
Miles steps closer behind me, bracing his arms on either side of my hips—caging me in.
“I don’t think you understand how many times I wanted to say fuck it today and cancel all our plans so I could have my way with you,” he says against the back of my neck before placing a slow kiss there.
“But then I saw you floating out of that hotel room looking all happy and gorgeous, and I knew every single calming breath I had to take was worth it.”
One of his fingers lazily traces the curve of my spine over my dress.
“Every single inch of this skin calls to me like a damn siren.” he breathes as his hands roam lower, palming my ass while he grinds against me. “I’m so fucking hard just thinking how easily I’m going to slide inside you.”
I squirm, feeling his words like a caress to my aching core.
Arching my back, I press my ass harder against his erection.
Then he suddenly stills.
“Fuck. He exhales sharply. “I don’t have a condom out here. I’ll be right back.”
Before he can step away, I grab his hands, not wanting the moment to break.
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper. “I trust you.”
The words leave my mouth before I can second-guess them.
Even though my periods have been irregular since I was a teenager, I’ve been on the pill for years.
I’m sure we’ll be fine.
He breathes against my shoulder. “I trust you too.”
The next thing I know, my dress is shoved up, and the cold night air hits my bare skin.
A zipper sounds behind me.
Then Miles’ big, hard cock sinks into me in one deep, slick thrust.
His big body is warm and solid against my back while his thick cock stretches me perfectly, filling me completely.
“You feel so good, boss.” Thrust.
“The way your body molds to mine.” Another thrust.
“How fucking perfect we fit together.” Thrust.
His hands dig into my hips as his pace turns rougher, faster.
“Miles,” I moan helplessly, incapable of saying anything else.
“Penélope, fuck.”
When my walls clutch his cock like a vise, he starts jerking erratically.
“Miles!”
He buries himself deep as he comes inside me with a broken grunt, and I feel every pulse of him as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through us both.
He’s the only one I’ve ever been with without protection.
And that makes this feel even more sexy. More intimate.
More real.
“You okay, sugar?” he asks once we finally catch our breath.
“Never better,” I whisper.
Miles carries me back inside afterward, and the rest of the night turns into a blur of tangled sheets, laughter, and hands all over each other.
No corner of the suite goes unchristened. No position too hard. Too crazy.
No amount of exhaustion stops us from going at it again and again.
By the time we finally board the jet back to Raleigh, I’m sore, exhausted, and happier than I’ve been in years.
“I’ve officially become a fan of Indulgence Day if this is how it ends every time,” I murmur as I rest my head on his chest.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did, boss.” There’s teasing in his voice as he wraps an arm around me. “Because a trip like this is definitely a once-a-year kind of expense for me.”
I smile even though my chest aches knowing there won’t be a next time.
“Good thing I’m your sugar mama. Maybe next time it’ll be on me.”
“Oh hell no.” He laughs softly. “Next time’s still on me. I just need to build another ice rink or land another big project first.”
I bury my face in the crook of his neck, losing myself in his scent.
Cologne. Pine soap. Miles.
A stray tear slips down my cheek as a horrible thought settles over me.
This might be the last time I ever feel this wanted. This consumed by someone.
Because no matter how hard Miles and I try to deny it, whatever this thing between us is—it stopped being just sex for a while now.
This is love.