Chapter 114

When our senses slowly return we are side by side on the bed, panting and naked, staring up at the ceiling. Our sweat-slick bodies are too hot to cuddle just yet.

Miles just came for the second time tonight and rubbed his spend all over my torso. I’m going to need a shower soon.

Yet, before that, I roll my head to the side to look at Miles. He’s already looking back at me.

“Are you alright?” I ask him.

He smirks. “I should ask you that, with how raw I fucked you.”

I’m slightly tender in some places, but it’s a pleasant kind of sore. Even in Miles’s wildest throes of passion, he’s still careful to consider my safety and enjoyment. That’s part of what makes sex with him so satisfying. He’s an incredibly generous lover, with a stamina that might just kill me in the end.

What a great way to go.

“I’m fine,” I say. “But that was…” How to phrase it? We’ve had marathon sex before. Miles has even been rough with me before. This felt different to those times. He was like a man possessed tonight. Almost like he was a different person. A person I still wanted and desired, but…

“I…” Miles smirk slips a little. He turns his head toward the ceiling and keeps his eyes forward as he continues, “When I thought I lost you, I might have lost my head. I needed you, Esther. It was like a rage of jealousy or… possessiveness. I don’t know. But I needed to fuck you.”

“You have,” I tell him, hoping to placate the distant tremor of otherness that still seems to seethe within him – albeit, less so than before. “Perhaps you want a round number three?”

“Oh, I definitely want a third round,” Miles says, his smile coming back for a moment. It slips once more when he looks at me again. “Why did you want to end it, Esther? Was it because of what I said to that reporter?”

“No. It’s…” I lick my lips. Even in the safety of his quiet, expensive hotel room, I still worry about the power of the Whisperers. But this is just Miles. He deserves to know, so I force my courage forward. “Amber sent the photo to Kimberly, my editor. We went to Hugo, and he was able to stop it, but…”

“But…?” Miles prompts when I trail off.

“Hugo went to the Whisperers for help making the story disappear,” I say. “It was their condition that we break off our… relationship.” It doesn’t feel right calling it that, when really, it’s just sex. But saying relationship feels better than ‘situationship’ or whatever the kids are calling casual sex these days.

Miles’s face hardens and his lips press into a hard line. “I see. So it was there idea, not yours.”

“Of course,” I say. “Did you think I wanted to break up?”

“You didn’t give me reason to think otherwise,” Miles says. “I was out of my mind with desire and worry and everything else… I rented this hotel room and sent you the room as a last ditch attempt to hold you again. Even if it was only once more.”

I roll onto my side, facing him. “Was this only once more?” I ask.

His voice is suddenly very small. “Do you want it to be?”

Hell no, I don’t. If I had my way, I’d ride Miles’s dick every night until my golden years.

But there is so much more at stake here than just my sex life. Miles is a candidate for president, and he could very well win. I can’t get in the way of that for him.

“The Whisperers are powerful…” I say, sliding my gaze from him. I can’t say these things when looking at him, when all I really want to do is wrap my arms around him and kiss him again.

“The Whisperers are a bunch of stuffy old men who’ve had their way around this city for far too long,” Miles grumbles.

I blink, surprised by the blasé attitude he’s using while speaking off the biggest movers and shakers within this entire government.

“They aren’t doing me any favors, keeping you away from me,” Miles says, the words coming out bitter and annoyed. “They keep sticking their noses where they don’t belong.”

“Miles… It almost sounds like you plan to move against them…” The thought makes me worry, but it also intrigues my investigator heart. From the moment I heard about the Whisperers, I wanted to expose their secrets.

I don’t want to hurt Miles though.

“I can admit they are powerful,” Miles says. “But no one is infallible, and there will come a time when they learn that.”

“Be careful saying those things…”

With how powerful they are, I wouldn’t be surprised to discover that even these walls have eyes and ears.

“I’ll be careful,” Miles says. “With you.” Scooping me up into his arms, he pulls me against him again. I’m sweaty and sticky and gross, but he still looks at me with a hooded, adoring gaze, like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life.

My heart soars.

“I’m not letting you go, Esther. We’ll have to be even more careful from now on. Take more precautions. But I am not losing you, not now. Not because these secret assholes want to dictate my entire life.”

He rolls me on the bed, so that I am tucked beneath him, with him hovering over me. He leans down and presses his lips to mine.

As he talks, I feel them move against mine. “You are mine.”

Then he kisses me.

I open my mouth for his adventurous tongue as it swoops in and licks along the side of my own. One of his hands cups my breast. The other slides down to my hip, which he starts to coax open.

Round three, it seems, is upon us.

“No one can fuck you like I do,” Miles says as the kiss breaks once more. He drags his mouth to my ear where he lightly nibbles at my ear lobe. “No one makes you scream like me.”

“It’s true,” I say. With each heaving breath, my breast pushes farther up into his waiting hand. His palm is so warm. His fingers insistent as he massages and caresses one tit and then the next.

“Tell me you made a mistake,” Miles says.

“I did,” I say at once. “I didn’t mean it.”

Miles licks up the shell of my ear.

“Tell me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me, Miles. Please.”

“Beg me, Esther.”

“Please…”

Miles kicked his thigh up under my ass, spreading my legs farther. He has no resistance sliding his hard dick into my waiting, wet pussy again.

“Miles…” I breathes with relief.

“This is ours, Esther. You and me. No one gets to have this but us.” He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust of his hips.

What can I do? I am totally lost to the feelings of this moment and the next. I tried to walk away from Miles and it didn’t work.

I can only hold on, and trust him to be able to help keep us a secret from one of the most powerful secret organizations in the nation.