Chapter 113

I send the message to Miles, then exhale a long, slow breath. This was for his benefit as well as my own. Knowing that doesn’t make this any easier.

Okay. All I have to do right now is drive home. I can fall apart as soon as I’m safely in my room but not a minute before.

I can do this.

Then my phone starts ringing. Glancing down, I see that the caller ID reads Miles.

Ignore it, I tell myself. Don’t you dare answer that.

It’s torture. Every nerve itches to reach out and answer that phone, but I force myself to stay still, denying those impulses and desires.

Eventually, blessedly, the phone stops ringing. I wait a few agonizing moments, but when it does not ring again, I put my car in drive and go home.

As always, I spend the evening with Iris and Violet. I make dinner, then clean the kitchen. When the girls go to bed, I retreat into my bedroom and lock the door.

My phone hasn’t made a sound since Miles’s call. Maybe this is how things are now. This is what I could expect.

It feels so terribly lonely when the phone doesn’t ring.

I try to ignore it. Opening my laptop, I turn on a video and rest on the bed to watch it. My mind is immediately distracted, drifting off to thoughts of Miles and the way his hands felt on my skin. Never would I feel that again.

Knowing I shouldn’t be pining after something I was so very lucky to have even for a moment, I try to focus on the show, but it’s already halfway through now. I’ve totally missed the plot.

Sighing, I stop the video and close my laptop. Bending forward, I bury my face in my hands. What a mess. How could Miles come to mean so much to me in such a short amount of time?

If it was just the sex I was going to miss, why did I have such an aching hole inside of me?

Suddenly, my phone chimes with a text.

Startled, I nearly fall off the bed, but then I move just as quickly to snatch my phone and read it.

Seeing the message is from Miles, my heart takes off in a gallop.

I open the message.

And stop.

It’s the name of a hotel and a room number.

Oh, no, no, no. What a terribly bad, horrible, God awful idea.

Yet I still run into the bathroom to check my hair and makeup. I still sneak into the living room to tell Garnar I have another late night interview. I still rush into my car and speed my way across town to reach the hotel.

I park a few streets away, not trusting the valet. I use a side entrance and the stairs to reach his room.

My adrenaline surges through me, trying to convince me I’m doing something wrong. Maybe I am. It feels dangerous, at the very least.

But I can’t help it. For four agonizing hours, I’d been convinced I’d never be able to hold Miles again.

Now, there was a promise to do so again.

When I reach the room number he texted, I knock on the door. It swings open and just like that, Miles is there.

His hair is messy, like he’s been running his fingers through the strands. His eyes are wild, a torrent in the ocean.

He wastes no time reaching out. His arms snatch around my waist, and immediately, I’m yanked into the hotel room. Slamming the door closed, he presses my body up against it.

His mouth finds mine with such ferocity that I whimper.

I claw at his shoulders, desperately trying to pull him closer, so afraid he might try to step away.

Instead, he steps even further into me, pressing me against the wooden door so hard it hurts a little. But I don’t care. I need to feel him to know that he is here in this moment with me.

Only when we run out of breath do we separate. Our chests heave as we gaze at each other.

“Miles…” I whisper.

His gaze flickers down to my lips, then further down to my breasts.

Suddenly, he steps backwards an inch or two, only far enough to weave his hands into the space between us. He grabs the front of my blouse and rips it open. Buttons fly, stiches tear. He drags the pieces down my arms, removing the offending cloth from my body.

That blouse cost $50. I should be mad about this maybe.

Instead, I’m so ramped up, I feel like I might take off.

That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

Miles continues to stare at my chest, but this time, it’s the bra that’s seemed to personally offend him.

Before he can destroy that too, because I like this bra and it is even more expensive than the top, I push forward enough to reach behind myself and unlatch the bra. Without the pressure to confine them, my breasts slip free.

Eagerly, Miles pushes the straps down my arms and lets the bra flutter to the floor.

Then, he licks his lips, leans down, and takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

I arch my back, forcing my tits toward him. He laps and sucks at one nipple while lightly pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger.

“Miles,” I gasp as I comb my fingers through his hair, desperate to keep him right where he is. “It feels so good.”

His mouth latched to my breast, he pulls me away from the door and drags me farther into the room. When we reach the bed, he shoves me backwards onto it. His mouth separates from my tit with an obscene pop.

He hasn’t said a word since I walked into this room. His eyes darken as he looks over my half-naked body. Leaning down, he grabs either side of my dress and yanks it down my hips. My panties quickly follow. Once I’m naked, he continues to look, his heavy gaze trailing like a caress over my naked skin.

Lifting my knees, I part my thighs, letting him see how wet I am for him, how much I want him.

His hungry eyes take in my pussy and he licks his lips. I whimper, but he doesn’t move toward me.

“Touch yourself,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Touch yourself like you would have done without me.”

Oh God, he wasn’t just horny. He was pissed. It was so fucking sexy.

But I didn’t want to touch myself when he was right there. I wanted his mouth and his hands and his dick pushing inside of me.

“Now, Esther. You think you can end things with me? You think you’ll be able to give yourself the same pleasure I can. Fucking show me.”

“It’s not the same…” I say as I trace my hands up and down my belly. “Please, Miles… It’s not the same as when you take me…”

“Yet you wanted to end it.”

“I had to… to protect us…”

“Protect us,” Miles growled. He pounced, suddenly on top of me. His legs pressed between mine, stretching my thighs wide. He was still wearing his pants, but his rock hard dick bucked against me all the same. My pussy dripped all over his nice slacks.

Neither of us cared.

“I protect you, Esther. I take care of you.” He continued bucking against me, but the barrier of our clothes prevented any real contact.

Cautiously, I slid my hands down his front. I moved slowly and deliberately. He could have stopped me if he wanted. When I reached the top of his pants, I unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper.

His massive dick immediately sprung free.

“Don’t fucking do this to me again,” he said, and dropped his forehead to my chest.

“I won’t,” I promised and guided him to my entrance.

At the first touch of his head to mine, he plunged forward, fucking me senseless until I could say nothing but his name, again and again.

“Miles!”