Page 73 of One Touch

Bambi: I’m home.

Home. That was what Miller was for me.

The notion scared the fuck out of me, but it was scarier imagining my life without him. I’d already proved I couldn’t function alone anymore. Motivated by his arrival, I hurried through a shower and redressed. James awaited me when I emerged from the building and opened the door.

I smiled at him. “Thanks, James.”

His step faltered before he corrected his posture. “You’re welcome, sir.”

That was odd. He shut the door, and I shrugged. I didn’t have the bandwidth to ponder his strange behavior. In a few minutes, I’d get to touch Miller again. Images of what I wanted to do to him filled my mind, and I had to cover my lap as I climbed out of the car a few minutes later.

The doorman nodded in greeting, and I smiled in return. He stumbled and almost smashed the door in my face but caught it before it made contact. Frowning, I hurried past him to the elevator. What was going on with everyone today? I checked out my reflection in the mirrored surface, but I hadn’t grown horns, and there wasn’t anything on my face. Weird. The elevator chimed, and I forgot about everyone’s behavior and hurried to my door.

The second I stepped inside, I could feel the difference. The place no longer felt like a mausoleum but was alive with sound, smells, and a presence that was fully Miller.

Music played from the kitchen, so I headed there. I stopped abruptly at the sight before me. Miller was swaying back and forth to the song as he mixed something in a bowl. But it was the sight of his ass that stopped my heart. He had one of his frilly aprons on, but it did nothing to cover his taut backside.

Prowling toward him, I covered his back with my front and placed my hands on the counter, effectively trapping him. His singing stopped, and his breath hitched at my proximity.

“Hi.”

“What are you making?”

“Cookies.”

“Mm. Can the batter keep?”

“Maybe. Why?”

“Because I promised to kiss, lick, and fuck you all night. I plan to keep that promise and I want to start right now.”

Miller shuddered against me, and my dick responded in kind. A steel force behind my athletic pants was begging to enter its favorite place.

“You’re so hot like this.” I kissed his neck and licked up the column.

“Fuuuudggeee,” he groaned.

I chuckled. “What will it take for you to say fuck, Mills?”

“I dunno. Total loss of my mind, I guess.”

“Challenge accepted.”

My hands roamed over him, eager to reacquaint themselves with his body. Need vibrated through my body, and I was close to losing my sanity.

“Bed. Now,” I grunted.

Miller picked up the bowl of batter, shoved it into the fridge, and ran down the hallway, laughing. Seeing him sprint from me ignited a primal part I hadn’t known existed. I gave him a few seconds head start before I took off after him.

Our feet slapped against the hardwood as I gave chase. His laughter floated down the hallway, spurring me on. He entered the bedroom first, and I shucked my clothes as I crossed the threshold. Miller smiled as he untied the apron and dropped it to the floor. I watched in a daze as he kneeled on the bed and presented his ass to me.

“Fuck.”

Hidden between his cheeks was a pink heart. Stalking to the bed, I spread his cheeks wider and gaped at the sight.

“You said to be ready,” he taunted.

Words didn’t exist any longer. I grunted my agreement as I smoothed my hands over the globes of his soft skin. He was perfect. With careful hands, I removed the plug and tossed it onto the floor. I’d deal with it later. His hole contracted now that it was empty, and Miller moaned at the loss.

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