Page 79 of Miles Apart
Michelle pretends she’s not eavesdropping and mindlessly clicks her computer mouse. You only need a day around Miles to get caught up in his foolery. Said fool has me on the phone when he’s feet away.
I hang up, tell Michelle goodbye, and set off down the hall. Miles is in the conference room, leaning back in a chair next tothe door. His arms are behind his head too big for his body with that stupid smirk.
“Put those claws away, kitten, and let me look at you.”
He chuckles at my sigh. I adjust my jeans and the picnic basket hanging off my arm. As the loser, I have to do what he wants. I expected some type of sexual favor, but he surprised me with his in-office lunch request. Why I’m in jeans when he’s in a white button-down shirt and olive slacks remains a mystery. I paired my denim with an ivory blouse and a turquoise blazer that matches my heels. Other than naked, this is as dressed down as I’ll get.
I walk into the conference room and drop the basket in front of him. Miles pulls me to his lap when I try to sit next to him. I protest but still at the squeeze to my waist.
“Chill,” he says against my pendant earring. His voice is low, deeper than the playful tone that goaded me on the phone at the reception desk.
Miles reaches around me and opens the basket, adjusting me off his now erect penis. I roll my hips and smile at his groan. “Don’t think I won’t fuck you in this conference room. Emma!” He nips at my neck.
His playfulness is a breath of fresh air. It’s been fun to let loose and relax, something I rarely do without a vacation. I enjoy pleasure, but until him it was all work and no play unless I needed a sexual fix.
A grape presses to my lips. I suck it into my mouth, along with the fingers holding it. Miles hisses but continues to feed me. He never misses a moment to touch me or take care of me. I’ve done the latter myself for so long, but I enjoy the attention.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Miles switches to a cube of mozzarella cheese, and I swallow.
“Thinking I could get used to this.” I accept another piece.
Miles pulls me closer. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing,” he says. He studies me before he shakes away the thought. “You should make more bets you know you’ll lose.” A grin spreads across his face at my slap to his chest.
I could get lost staring at his face. The way his eyes soften in appraisal and his lips seek mine. I’m not into intimate displays of affection, but I give in to the overwhelming sensation of kissing him.
Miles’s lips are gentle. He anchors me to him, submitting to my tongue exploring his mouth. He’s a tornado force who savors when I take the lead. I lean into the hardness of his chest and drag my nails against the textured hairs of his goatee.
He sucks on my top lip before rolling his tongue over my bottom one. “Feel better?”
I kiss his smile with my own. My “yes” comes with a sigh—not from the blocks of meetings that will take up today and tomorrow until my team heads to Big Sur on Wednesday. My stress level is at an all-time high, but it’s manageable because of the man who demanded a picnic lunch to pull me out of the chaos awaiting me back at the office.
“Good.” His thumb rubs circles into the small of my back, taking away tension with every swipe. I need an appointment with my masseuse but have no time. Miles pecks my cheek and holds me when I burrow against the side of his neck. “I gotta handle a few things, but I’ll meet you up there Wednesday night. Don’t forget to pack more than heels.”
How I let him talk me into camping while we’re up there is a testament to the magic between his legs. He’s charming, but charisma alone isn’t enough for me to rough it in the wilderness or wherever he’ll have us staying.
Laughter rumbles up his throat at my groan. “Relax, bougie,” he says in a tone to taunt my disinterest in bug spray and peeing outside. “It’s part of the resort. I’mma take care of your ass andhave you skipping home the same way you’re about to skip back to your office.”
Miles stands with me in his arms, bridal style. My hands wrap around his neck. “Where are we going?”
The answer is the private bathroom in the conference room. He closes the door and places me on top of the granite countertop. His hands are firm on either side of me as he presses his nose into my neck.
“I can feed you this meat or eat my dessert. Which one do you want? You’re not going back to work stressed either way.”
My lips find his. Miles leans into my center and rocks his hips, teasing me through my jeans. I reach for his belt, grab his length straining against his pants, and pull out a groan at my squeeze. “Take care of me, please.”
Miles’s expression softens at my request. Yes, I want dick delivery, but I also want…more.
His inhale is sharp, his voice now a murmur. “I always will, kitten.”
I lose track of how many times I come. We leave the bathroom, him with a satisfied smirk and me with frizzy hair, a cramp in my leg, and shaky knees. He and I finish lunch in the conference room before I head back to my office, grinning and with a pep in my step.
My eyes cross in front of my computer screen. It’s a fight to stay awake and not pack up and leave the office early.
“You have a call on line two.”
“Thank you, Mal,” I say to the intercom and hit the button to take it. “This is Emma.”
“Is that happiness I detect?”
