Page 35 of Rejected Broken Mate

I stared at the computer, trying to put the finishing touches down for the fundraiser in a couple of days, but each time I started, my mind traveled.

I kept picturing the way Miles held my legs and thrust into me. I could still feel the ache from being sore afterward. And my mind couldn't stop seeing the hunger in his eyes as he roughly fucked me.

I pinched my nose, shaking my head for the tenth time. "Jesus Christ. Get your mind together."

I looked back at the computer and sighed.

"All right, I need to call the flower shop, let them know about the two extra flower pots, and write their check."

I looked down at my desk, my stomach dipping, knowing that my bare ass had been on it just a couple of days ago. I could still hear the way I moaned.

A shiver ran over my body, a reminder of the orgasm I had. When he ordered me to keep my eyes on him, I did. I could see the damn smirk on his lips, proud of himself. He'd proved his point.

I rubbed my eyes, trying hard to push the vision back but couldn't.

I could feel his hands gripping my thighs as he thrust into me. I forgot how large Miles was and how much he filled me. I crossed my legs and winced, but the pain was good.

I scowled as I leaned back. I was disappointed with how quickly I was to jump on Miles. After all the worry from the fire and seeing him injured, I suddenly found myself unable tocontrol myself. I needed him. I needed to know that he was okay, and suddenly, I couldn't imagine not having him just once.

And now it was a scratch I wanted to itch again. I wanted him badly, and it didn't help that he knew how to wind me up. He knew where my spots were and just how to handle me. He knew I liked it a little rough sometimes, and he knew I liked to be told what to do.

I pinched my eyes again when there was a soft knock on my door. I looked up and found Miles standing in the doorway. My stomach twisted up, and I blushed.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Why do you look so red?"

"Just hot..." I said, looking away. "It's warm in here."

"I don't think it's hot in here," he said as he stepped further into my office.

"Well, you're a guy," I said, placing my hands on my keyboard and looking at him. "I'm busy. Do you need something?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted a ride home since the days it pretty much done."

I was confused by the question and looked at the time on my computer. I scowled, realizing it was a little past five now. Time had flown by.

"Wow, the day kind of got away from me."

"Well, you've been busy," he said, stopping at my desk. His hips rested just at my eye level, and my eyes stared. I swallowed, quickly forcing myself to look away. My face grew hot again.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're looking pretty red again. Are you getting sick?"

"Where is your sling?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"I have it off now. The doctor said I was good and perfect, just like before."

I swallowed, unable to find words. Miles leaned forward, his face stopping just a few inches from mine. My face went hot once more.

"Are you getting sick?" he reached out a hand to touch my forehead, and I moved back. My ass moved just enough that I fell out of my chair, and I fumbled backward onto the ground.

"Laura!" Miles moved, rounding the desk. I tried to pull myself together, but I could feel my entire body was hot now with embarrassment.

"What has gotten into you," he asked, bending over to offer me a hand up. "I was just trying to check your forehead."

"Miles, I can't have you touch me," I whispered, unable to look at him.

Miles paused. "What? I..I don't understand."

I took a small breath in and looked at him. "Because this is a bad idea."

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