Chapter 155
I hurry into the living room, in time to see Selena come onto the screen for a brief interview.
“Miles is great,” she says, smiling brightly. “We’ve been friends for years. I really can’t say enough good things about him. But as a married couple? I’m just not sure we’d work out. I love Miles in my own way, there’s no hard feelings.”
“Do you feel his inability to commit to you as a reflection of how he might handle the presidency?” the interviewer asks.
A leading question, it upsets me and I snap at the screen in Selena’s behalf. “Give me a break.”
Selena just smiles wider, wearing her smile like a shield.
“Miles was fully committed to our relationship. I’m the one who couldn’t handle the limelight. Miles is built for it. He will be the best president of a generation. I believe that with all of my heart. He deserves to have someone at his side who could help support him.”
“And that isn’t you?” the interviewer asks.
“No. I’m not willing to turn my attention away from the many causes I work tirelessly to support. They need my time and dedication more than Miles does. Speaking of my causes…”
Masterfully, Selena turns the interview into something else, where she now starts promoting her causes, even managing to boost certain websites before the news network finally cuts off the interview by switching back to the news room.
Good for her, I think, proud that she managed to finagle the news like that.
It takes a moment longer before the reality of what I just watched truly hits me.
Selena broke up with Miles.
They aren’t engaged anymore.
Does that mean…?
“Where’s my phone,” I say, rushing around, looking for my purse. My phone isn’t in there. Did I put it on the charger? I search in the kitchen. There!
Rushing to it, I grab it and unlock it. As soon as I do, the doorbell rings.
My heart nearly leaps from my chest. Abandoning the phone, I rush toward the front door. Throwing caution to the wind, I fling the door open.
Miles stands there.
“Esther,” he says. “If this is a bad time –”
I cut him off by physically jumping up against him. He grabs me, supporting me with his hands under my ass as my legs wrap around his waist.
Our mouths collide, sucking and kissing. Tasting.
“Miles,” I whimper against his mouth.
“I got you,” he says, and hobbles forward, carrying me into the house. His security detail take point outside, I see them right before Miles kicks the front door closed behind us.
“Where’s the bedroom?” he says, his voice breathy with lust.
“No time,” I say, and drop my mouth to his neck.
He groans. “Couch, then.”
From the entryway, he can see the living room, and carries me to the couch. Once we’re there, he lowers me down. I don’t release my octopus hold on him, forcing him down on top of me.
He smiles against my lips as I return to kiss him again.
“Someone’s eager,” he teases. “You didn’t let me get one word out.”
“You said my name. That’s enough.”
“I’ll remember that,” he growls, then kisses me deeper, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
His hand slips under my shirt, then reaches up to cup my breast over my bra.
It’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
I tug at the back off his shirt. Taking the hint, he leans up slightly, away from me, grabs his shirt and yanks it over his head. My mouth waters, taking in the sight of miles of his bare, toned skin. I want to put my mouth on him, on every square inch, to reclaim what had been mine that I had lost.
He grabs the bottom of my shirt and drags it up and over my head. Then he tosses it to the side as well. Then he snakes his arms behind my back to unhook my bra. Once it pops free, he pulls it free from my arms then tosses it too.
He groans as he looks down at my naked chest. “I could stare at you all day.”
“You don’t have to just look,” I tell him, feeling confident tonight. “You can touch too.”
“Oh?” Miles smirks. “What if I taste?”
I gasp lightly in anticipation. “Also allowed.”
“Good to know,” he says and in a rush, leans down and sucks my nipples into his mouth.
When I’m panting and begging, wanting and needing more, he pops off of my nipples, his lips kiss-swollen and laughs.
“You have to release your deathlock with your legs, Esther. Or I’ll never be able to get our pants off.”
I grumble. Rutting against him as I am is giving some friction. It’s not as much as I want, but if I let him move, then I’ll lose it entirely.
“Give me just a moment,” he says. “It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.”
With reluctance, I unhook my legs from behind his back and let him stand. He only does so long enough to yank down his pants and boxers. Then he grabs my pants and panties and tugs them off as well.
When we’re both naked, he goes right back where he was. I do too, circling my legs around him. Without our clothes in the way, his dick slides smoothly straight into my wet pussy.
We’d only been with each other a few weeks ago, but with the heartache between us, it seems more like a lifetime ago.
“Miles,” I say desperately, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
He seeks out my hand with his own and laces our fingers together. I hold on as tightly as I can, worried somewhere deep inside of me that he might leave me again.
“Miles.”
“I’ve got you, Esther,” he whispers into my ear.
He thrusts slowly, rocking back and forth. Everything about this moment, the slow pace, the held hands, the whispered encouragement. It’s all so gentle. So… perfect.
This is what my life has been missing.
This man is what my life needs.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Miles says, his voice is deep and lust-rough. “Stay with me. Feel. Do you feel how I’m fucking you? How much I want you?”
I do feel it, with the throbbing rock-hard cock burying inside of me again and again.
Relaxing a little now, I throw my head back and moan.
“That’s it,” Miles says. “So good for me, baby.”
He starts to pick up the pace, moving fast and faster until he’s bucking into me with wild abandon.
We’re still holding hands. I’m barely holding on.
“M-Miles!”
“I’ve got you,” he says, then growls, “Come for me, baby. Do it. Crash over that edge.”
At his command, I topple over the precipice of desire, my pussy clenching as the shockwaves of my climax pulse through me.
I claw at his back with one hand, squeezing tightly to his hand with the other.
He buries his face in the corner of my neck and shoulder and moving erratically now, chases his own oblivion.
Once, twice, more he thrusts, and then –
“Ah. Ah. Esther.”
He follows me over the edge.
