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I did neither.
Instead, I held her gaze, waiting for her next move. Her beautiful blue eyes glowedwith desire, as a light blush crept over her cheeks.
She didn’t look away, nor did she call me a pervert and demandthatI leave.No, she held my heated gaze as she sucked her bottom lip back between her teeth and began moving the shower head again, letting the powerful stream beat against her clit.
Pre-cum leaked from my cock, dampening my boxers, and my hand twitchedwith the need to shove it into my pants, grip my cock, and fuck my hand while I watched her get herself off.
A growl rumbled deep in my throat as she moaned, her pleading eyes firmlyfixed on me. Pleading for release? Pleading for me to take over and make her come? Whatever she was asking for, I refused to acknowledge it.
There’d be no going back if I did.
“Oh, fuck,”she whispered, her free hand snapping out to hold against thewall.
Needing more than ever to ease the ache in my balls, I cupped my cock andsqueezed it over my pants. It didn’t help the pressure, though; the only thingthatwould help would be to bury myself deep in her cunt, and fill her up with my come.
At the thought of what it would be like to feel her pussy clench around myshaft, an involuntary groan escaped, the base of my spine tingling as my cock threatened to erupt.
Her legs parted slightly wider as she adjusted the stream. When her abdomentensed, and her arms began to shake, she finally tore her gaze away from me, throwing her head back.
But it was the name she called outthatpushed me over the edge.
“Miles!”she gasped, as her climax hit her.
Against my hand, my own orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, soaking myboxers with sticky come, and almost making my legs collapse with its intensity. I gripped the doorframe to stop myself from crumbling to a heap on the floor, watching as her head fell forward, and her shoulders heaved as she panted.
But like a bucket of ice-cold water had been tipped over me, dousing the fireburning its way through my veins, Theo’s face flashed before my eyes. Guilt swamped me, and the moment of pleasure I’djustexperienced disappeared under the weight of regret.
When Sofia’s eyes met mine again in the mirror, betrayal cut so deepthatitfelt like a knife had sliced my entire body in two.
Snarling, I turned away, doing what I should have done the minute I realizedwhat she was up to.
I got the fuck out of there.
Chapter 14
Sofia
The beat from the club’s music vibrated through my body and down to mybones. We’d been at the club for several hours, and I was beginning to lose my voice from shouting over the music for Riley to hear me. On top ofthat, my feet were killing me in the high-heeled sandals I was wearing, but I was having thebestnight of my life.
We’d opted for a booth in the main club rather than the VIP section sothatwe could enjoy the music and watch the crowd. Kai had ensured our booth was sectioned off, with twoveryburly men standing guard, making sure we weren’t bothered while we danced, or when we sat down to drink the cocktails our personal waiter kept bringing us.
Neither of us was drunk, but a pleasant buzz was working its way throughmy veins, and I couldn’t remember a time when I last felt this euphoric. Although I wasn’t surethatwas entirely down to the alcohol; I’d been on a high from the minute I caught Miles watching me as I made myself come in the shower.
I thought I’d feel embarrassedthathe caught me, but when I watched howhe squeezed his cock through his pants, followed by a look of ecstasy wash over his face as he found his release, I was flying high.
I felt alive.
His intense stare had scorched itself onto my skin, and despite being in theclub, having a great time with Riley, all I could think about was Miles. How powerful my orgasm was, knowing his eyes were on me. How it felt to be seen.
Of course, he scarpered as soon as I’d cried his name, notthatI had expectedhim to stick around for a friendly chat. But I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a teeny tiny part of methatwondered if he’d be waiting when I finally emerged from the bathroom. Waiting to talk or waiting to pounce on me and give me an orgasm with his fingers, I didn’t know, and it didn’t matter. He wasn’t there, and neither was his car. One thing I was sure of, though, he’d be doubling his efforts to avoid me.
Whatever.
If he wanted to pretend it didn’t happen,thatwas on him, but I certainlywasn’t.
After several dances on our private podium, complete with a pole whereRiley had been showing me a few moves, we collapsed onto the couch when our waiter appeared with two freshly made Long Island Iced Teas.
“God, I’ve missed dancing,”Riley shouted over the music after she’d takena large gulp of her drink.
