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She looks straight ahead, neither one of us breathing. With my food untouched, I get up from my seat. She’s still looking straight ahead, and when I look down at her chest, I notice she’s not breathing. I offer her my hand, and with no words exchanged between us, she takes it.

I lead her up the stairs and to my bedroom. She doesn’t seem surprised when she steps into the room. This is the only space in the house with actual furniture. I walk her to the front of my king-sized, four-poster bed without break eye contact as I pull her shirt out of her pants and unbutton it.

CHAPTER 8

MIRANDA

I can’t remember the last time I breathed. All I can focus on are the blue eyes I can’t look away from and the throbbing between my legs. It’s like certain parts of me are awake for the first time. There was never a time when I felt like this. When I was this ready for what I know is only moments away. Sure, I can count on one finger the number of sexual partners I’ve had, but even after months of dating and hours of foreplay, I was never this alive.

I stand there, immobile, as he undoes the last button of my shirt. He exhales loudly as he takes the shirt off, revealing my plain, black bra.

I watch as his nostrils flare. He raises both hands up, letting them hover over my bra, waiting for me to either deny or grant him access. He must take my silence as consent because his large palms cover both my breasts.

I finally expel the breath I’ve been holding as my nipples pebble at just his briefest touch. He takes a step closer to me, and as he continues to slowly rub my breasts through the bra, I raise my own hands and slowly unbutton his plain white shirt, revealing smooth tanned skin.

Eager to see the rest of him, I peel the shirt off his body and toss it to the floor. His white t-shirt goes next, revealing his muscular chest. Emboldened, I reach for his belt and start to fumble with the buckle. He must lose his patience because he lets go of my breasts, pushes my hands aside, and has the belt tossed across the room in seconds. Eager to touch him again, I unbutton and unzip his jeans and pull them down, unintentionally pulling down his boxer briefs as well.

When he kicks them away, I finally break eye contact and look down, amazed at the sight of him. He was right. There is nothing tiny about it. He’s longer and thicker than anything I’ve ever seen as his erection points straight at me. I rub my thumb over the tip of his cock, feeling the slippery moisture on my skin.

He closes his eyes and stills at my touch, but before I can rub him again, he pulls my hands away.

“This will be over before it begins if you keep touching me like that.”

It’s his turn to fumble with my belt. I help him push my jeans and underwear down.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice hoarse. He cups my breasts again briefly before he removes my bra. When I’m completely bare before him, he drops to his knees in front of me. I feel no embarrassment when he presses his face into my pussy, inhaling my scent. He parts my lips, and I almost come undone the minute his tongue touches my clit. My knees buckle, but his hands on my hips keep me steady.

“You taste better than I ever could have imagined,” he says, his voice rasping out the words. Having never experienced this before, all I can do is fill his bedroom with my loud moans.

“Oh, shit,” I practically yell into the room when I feel his tongue slip inside of me. I know I’ll have bruises on my hips from his grasp, but I’m too far gone to care. Ready to protest when he removes his tongue from inside of me, the words die in my throat the minute he starts sucking on my clit.

“Fuck. Jesus!” I yell, sticking both hands in his hair. As steady as he’s holding me, this time, my knees do buckle. I let out an unladylike sound when I come on his face. I shudder against him. Despite the heat in the room, my skin is covered in goosebumps.

He still hasn’t removed his face from between my legs, and he pulls on my clit before kissing it. Finally, he stands up, the evidence of what we have done all over his face.

Then he takes my hand and walks me the rest of the way to the bed.

I can feel the slick moisture at the apex of my thighs as I climb on the bed and lie on my back. Before I can fully relax onto his plush mattress, he’s on top of me, his big body covering mine completely.

When he sticks his head in my neck and inhales my scent, I almost lose it, but I rein myself in. He kisses my neck, trailing the tip of his tongue against my hot skin. He raises his head and looks down at me, and when he readjusts his body, I feel his heavy cock bob on my abdomen.

Unable to hold myself back any longer, I lift my head off his pillow, stick my hands in his silky hair, and push his head down to meet me halfway. Finally feeling his full lips on mine is my undoing. I open my mouth and welcome his tongue inside as we kiss deep and hard, reveling at tasting myself on his tongue. I run my hands down his back, cupping his toned, firm ass and grind into him. When he lifts his body up a fraction, I spread my legs as wide as possible and grind some more, coating him with my desire.

He moans in my mouth before kissing his way down my body. He stops at my breasts, alternating as he licks and sucks each nipple. I can practically feel my eyes roll to the back of my head as he kisses and touches me. I bend my knees and throw one leg over his body and lose myself to the sensations of his touch.

I no longer care that I’m not only in the home of a man I’ve known less than twenty-four hours, but that I’m also in his bed, ready to welcome him into my body. The fact that he’s my mother’s boss no longer matters in this moment. All I can think about is the way his body feels on top of mine, how his lips feel against my skin, and how his mouth felt on my pussy.

“I want you so much, Miranda,” he says. Having never heard those words from a man before, all I can do is whimper and nod. “I want to take my time, but I don’t think I can.” When he leaves my body, I let out a groan of despair, but he’s back in no time after reaching for a condom in the drawer from his nightstand.

He rips the package with his teeth and sheaths himself in no time.

“Okay?” he asks, and I nod. Satisfied with my answer, he climbs back on top, and I spread my legs again. He slides his way home in one, slow stroke, filling me completely and pushing me into the mattress.

“Oh, God,” I moan against his mouth. He kisses me deeply, only giving me a moment to adjust to his large girth. He thrusts slowly at first, but as soon as I wrap both legs around him, he increases his pace.

Wanting to feel all of him, I turn my face and kiss his lips. The kiss starts chaste, but the minute I open my mouth to breathe, the kiss turns wet and desperate.

“Nick,” I moan against his mouth after his deep thrust nearly sends me flying over the edge for the second time tonight. He must like the sound of his name on my lips because he thrusts again, harder this time.

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