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“Good. Now come here.”

His hands are behind his head like he’s somewhere on a beach, relaxing in the sun, not telling me to sit on his face so he can eat me out in my childhood bedroom.

“I’m not going to ask again, princess.”

My stomach twists as I kneel on the bed, slowly making my way towards him until he pulls one of my legs over him, leaving me straddled right above his chest.

“You might want to hold onto the headboard, baby,” he says, a smirk on his face as he looks up at me from between my legs. “And you might want to keep it down, unless you want us to get interrupted. But personally, I want more than anything to taste your release on my tongue for the rest of the night.”

“Oh my god,” I huff out as I wrap my hands around the metal headboard, following his instructions. Miles’s tongue meets my core within seconds, and my grip instantly tightens.

His tongue moves at an agonising pace, slowly licking me all the way from my entrance up to my most sensitive spot, and when his tongue flicks over it, my hips jerk in response.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe.

“Didn’t I tell you to sit on my face, princess?”

He grips my hips, yanking me down until his face is buried in my pussy.

I moan as his hands knead my ass, pushing me forward as he devours me. He licks and sucks until I’m writhing above him, grinding against his face. I’d feel self-conscious if he wasn’t groaning in satisfaction beneath me.

I throw my hand over my mouth as heat builds in my core, remembering just how many people are downstairs.

Something about the fact that we are doing this in a house full of people makes it all the more exhilarating, makes it even hotter as Miles closes his mouth around my clit. Sucking and licking as I stifle my moans above him, biting my hand to hold it in because I’m about to come, and all I want to do is scream.

Miles’s grip on my ass turns desperate as I shamelessly move back and forth, chasing the tension that’s building within me with every movement of his tongue.

“Fuck, Miles,” I whimper, my voice no more than a pained whisper. His only response is the continued pace of his tongue against me, not letting up until I’m shuddering above him, my own hand covering my mouth as I moan into it.

After my body stops shaking with the force of my release, Iraise my hips and climb off of Miles, collapsing on the bed beside him.

Both of us are puffing as we lie here, and I can’t help the small laugh that escapes me as I look up into the eyes of my teenage crushes.

I’m about to roll over and unstrap his belt when his phone rings in his pocket.

He sits up, his eyes widening as he pulls it out of his pocket. I can feel his energy change like a switch. “I have to take this,” he says, shuffling off the bed.

“Oh, okay, yeah.” I roll off the bed, searching the floor for my underwear.

He rounds the mattress, grabbing me by the waist and planting a kiss on my cheek. “Take your time.”

And as he steps out of the door, carefully closing it behind him, I hear three words that set my heart racing. “Good evening, sir.”

chapter forty-nine

MILES

PRESENT

“I don’t wantto know what had you stuck in Marina’s bedroom for so long earlier,” Leo says, coming up to me where I stand in the kitchen, pouring Marina a glass of wine, “but she's been especially quiet ever since you came back.”

My brows pull together. I thought she’d been a little bit quiet through dinner, but I didn’t think anyone else had noticed.

“And you know, usually post sex, a girl is glowing. So what did you do?”

I just shake my head. “Nothing.” Leo raises his brows in disbelief. “No, seriously. I don’t know what’s going on in that head of hers.” I’ve been too stuck in my own head to even try to decipher her thoughts.

She slipped out of the bedroom and past where I stood in the hall without even looking my way. I thought it was strange, but I couldn’t exactly hang up the phone to go and find out.

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