Page 86 of Sing Your Secrets
“I’m not giving you ultimatums. I want you to be happy. But make no mistake, he wants you back.”
“He’s engaged, Miles. He doesn’t want me ba—”
“Reese.” Miles’s hand creeps past my knee, his eyes tiptoeing up my leg where the slit in the towel is exposing my thigh. “You won’t believe how a man will lie, steal, and cheat for love. He wants you back.”
“I don’t—”
“The second thing you need to know is I don’t care that he wants you back.” Miles tugs at the top of the towel, unwrapping me carefully like I’m a treasure. He licks his lips as his eyes burn over my bare breasts. “He sure as hell can’t have you.”
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miles
I toss Reese onto her bed and tell her to wait for me. I need to relieve the tank first. It’s after I’ve flushed, washed my hands, and am gargling a little mouthwash that I notice her tub is full. Sitting on the ledge of her garden-style tub is a glass of rosé, her phone and headphones, and her turquoise vibrator.
I spit the mouthwash in the sink and rinse down the blue liquid. “I didn’t realize I was interrupting your bath,” I call through the door.
“It’s fine,” she calls back, “I’m glad we—oh shit.”
And with that, I know she remembers what she left out…and what I found.
With the most wicked, playful smile on my face, I emerge from the bathroom holding her toy, clicking the power button on and off to test the vibration against my palm. “When did you charge this?”
Her cheeks fill with color, and I chuckle at her obvious embarrassment. “I don’t know,” she mutters, crossing her legs and covering as much of her full tits as she can with her forearm.
“Oh, hey now, I thought you said you weren’t ashamed by this. Remember the first time you mentioned this was in your shower?”
She glowers at me. “Yeah, but that’s when I wasn’t caught red-handed. And that was also when you were a random guy I was going to sleep with and probably never see again. Now you’re my…you know—person.”
“Your person?” I chuckle at her again. “Well, your person happens to think this is incredibly sexy.” Sitting on the bed next to her feet, I trill my fingers against the side of her calf, feeling her baby smooth skin. “If you needed your fix, you could’ve called me.”
“You’ve been working a lot.” Her smile returns, and the red color in her cheeks dissipates to pink. Now she just looks eager. “I didn’t want to be needy.”
Grabbing her ankle, I extend her bent leg and trail kisses up her shin, past her knee, to her mid-thigh… “I would drop anything and everything to meet you.” Kiss. “Whenever.” Kiss. “Wherever.” Kiss. “All you have to do is call.”
Her smile is wicked. “You sure? I have a pretty healthy libido. Keeping me entertained will be quite the commitment,” she says.
I turn on the vibrator and push her knees apart. “I suppose there’s help when I need it.”
She opens her mouth but instead of a sassy, flirty remark, all she can do is groan in pleasure as I push her vibrator firmly against her clit, making her writhe and thrash in place. Gripping the sheet beneath her, she braces. She blinks slowly like opening her eyelids takes inhuman strength. I love the heavy, pleasure-filled look in her eyes. I love feeling how hot she is against my palm. I love when it’s like this—slow and adventurous like there’s nothing else in the world we need to be doing than be here, with each other.
I wait until her hips bridge, just an inch.
“Oh fuck, I’m close,” she groans. And with that, I pull the vibrator away, click the power button and toss it over my shoulder. “What the hell?” There’s an angry fire in her eyes and I stare right into them, embracing the heat.
Biting on my lower lip I take a moment to enjoy her nakedness. Her spread legs, swollen bud glistening with her arousal, the way her rosy nipples are so hard they look painful. “That orgasm’s mine, baby. I’m not sharing it with your toy.” I rip off my shirt and climb out of my pants and briefs with my eyes still deadlocked on her. She stares right back, and neither of us looks away. Not when I trail my fingers across her wet slit, not when I sink my thickest finger into her crease, and definitely not when she reaches between us to wrap my hard cock in a death grip.
“Sit up,” she says as she throws her pillows over my head and onto the ground, clearing a space for me to lean against her headboard. Straddling my lap, she presses into me, stomach against stomach, her tits smashed against my chest. “Hold me tight,” she says into my ear then slides right over my erection.
“Goddamn, you’re wet.” I try to control my breathing and keep my eyes on hers. Ducking her chin, she sucks and nips at my neck as she starts to grind against me. I buck my hips as best I can in this position and she flinches. “Hurts?”
“No, just…tender. I’m not used to a guy being able to hit that spot.”
I buck my hips again, hard and she cries out as her teeth sink into my shoulder. “Fuck, Miles,” she wails. I don’t stop. A carnal drive takes over. There’s something I desperately need to prove.
“No one is ever going to hit it like I do, baby,” I grumble in her ear. “That’s my spot.” Her eyes must be watering because I feel a hot tear drop down my back.
Grabbing her fleshy ass, I lay her backward into the soft comforter. Our bodies are glued, and I stay nestled in her sopping heat. I hover over her and plant kisses all over her beautiful doll face. I return the favor of sucking on her neck and feel her goosebumps rise against my tongue. “You like this?”