9

Cleo

Best Hands In The Business

Miles pressed up behind me, wrapping his arms around my frame. His soft kiss on my neck melted away my worries, and my eyelids fluttered. He really could draw a response out of me. During the day, I kept all my emotions in check for my job, but Miles brushed away my professional defenses.

And there went my clothes.

My shirt, my skirt, my bra, unclasped, my panties, Miles slipped me out of everything one piece at a time as he touched me. He kissed my neck again.

"Lie down on the bed," he said. "I have to get the lotion."

"The lotion?" I turned back.

"I want you naked and I want you on my bed, vixen. Why would you deprive me of that?"

That low, husky voice was everything to me. Yes. I could absolutely do that.

Without hesitation, I stretched out on the bed, determined to stay in the moment and not have one thought about work. The fabric brushed against my naked body, heightening my senses. I would enjoy myself. I would enjoy my—

Oh .

Miles's hands skimmed over my back and all the worrying disappeared.

Oh. Oh, wow.

This wasn't just a massage, this was a deep-tissue experience. Miles uncoiled my muscles one after another while I groaned into the comforter. It was amazing, no doubt. But there was still the hottest player on the KYU team performing it.

Was the massage supposed to be relaxing? It wasn't.

Even if I never felt better, I was a live wire of tension. The more his hands explored my body, the more I drowned in his touch. The low thrum in his throat added to it.

He was pleased. He was more than pleased and he wasn't afraid to show me.

"Fuck, Miles," I whispered. "You could do this for a living."

He didn't say anything and his hands slipped from my back until he brushed the side of my breasts. I wanted to urge him on, but I kept as silent as he was, staying in the moment. He ran his fingers over my nipples, tugging at them softly before he cupped my breasts altogether, drawing every shiver from me,

Fuck .

"Turn over, vixen." His voice was a rasp. "Let me see my girl."

My nerves stretched to their limits, but I couldn't ignore a request from him. He had me. Bound and prepared to do anything for him. I shifted over and laid on my back, vulnerable and raw.

His eyes met mine, and the look on his face, the starved look as his eyes trailed my body, lit a fire inside of me.

Miles wanted me. Badly.

"Open your legs." He ran his hands along my thighs and pulled me towards him, to the edge of the bed. "I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours."

A low groan erupted somewhere deep in his chest when I spread my legs, showing him exactly what he wanted to see. He placed his palm against my sex, and my body stiffened. So sensitive but so desperate for him.

He shook his head. "You're fucking stunning." His hand left me to rub his bulge. "I need you dripping with my come."

Dripping with…? My mouth went dry at the thought.

Him, filling me up, pumping me with his come, making me his . I wanted nothing else more.

"Are you on birth control?" He pulled my left leg to his chest and wrapped his hand around my ankle.

His pants were next, and I watched, my mouth dry.

Please. Please.

His boxers slipped to the floor, and I drew in a shocked breath. Why was I surprised ? Miles towered over me. Why was I surprised his cock was enormous? I needed that deep inside—

Birth control.

I nodded, numb. "On birth control."

"That's good to know." He kissed my ankle. "I would've came inside you anyway."

My eyes flickered to his, shocked.

"You're mine, vixen," he promised. "And I know you've been thinking about getting fucked, and I just can't give you that without filling you up." He smirked. "Just imagine you in a meeting, leaking my come…I'm driving to Marrs every chance I get."

He rubbed the head of his cock against my sex, and I arched my back, panting, needing .

"Every chance, I'm driving to Marrs and bending you over wherever you're at."

"Wherever," I agreed, breathless. "Whenever."

Miles eased inside me, and a guttural moan ripped out of me. He had to ease, he had to take it slow, because he was too damn big . The sensation was overwhelming and I trembled on the bed, breathing deeply.

"Goddamn," he swore. "You're too fucking tight. How am I supposed to wait?"

"Oh, fuck—oh fuck—" I clutched the sheets beneath me while he pulled himself away, just to push back in, pushing against my walls, taking what was his.

"So fucking tight," he panted. "And just for me."

With one hand against my leg, he wrapped the other around my right thigh and pounded inside of me, reaching a rhythm that sent me into a spiral. I was a mess. A moaning, writhing mess, trying to hold on to something, anything, while Miles gripped me tight.

"You're mine," he rasped. "The moment I saw you, I knew you were mine."

"All yours," I choked out, completely lost in the moment.

"You've got me losing control."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. "Lose control, take what you want."

"Fuck, vixen. How am I going to resist this?" He muttered something I couldn't catch and pumped inside of me, over and over again. "How could I fucking resist this? How am I supposed to see you in the locker room and not drag you to the floor? While you wear one of those goddamn pencil skirts. You fucking tease."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—"

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I couldn't stay in the same place that I teetered on, barely holding on. My pussy clenched him and I shouted out, seizing with the orgasm. My whole body pulsed with it.

Did it feel as good for him as it did for me? I couldn't believe it.

But I clutched the sheets, clutched at his arms, while he leaned over me, pounding into me. I gasped through the orgasm, swept into a sea of stars that I never wanted to emerge from. And Miles didn't slow down, he didn't tire. The man fucked me.

He fucked me into oblivion and when he met me there, Miles came deep inside me, panting above me, his delicious, gorgeous tan shining with a sheen of sweat.

He dipped down close and kissed me, still deep inside.

"Wow, vixen," he croaked. "I think I need to ice my dick."

I breathed out and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close while I gazed up at the ceiling.

Oh, I'm in so much trouble.