Page 127 of Tempting Miles
“That’s actually kind of impressive,” I say as Amos types on his computer. “I don’t think I’ve met many people from Azalea Creek who actually left.”
Miles and Amos exchange a look before laughing.
“Let’s just say the town wasn’t big enough for me and my ex,” Amos says dryly.
I glance at Miles, and he winks.
“I’ll tell you later,” he mouths.
After a few clicks, Amos grabs two key cards and hands them to Miles.
“Here you go, lovebirds. Enjoy your stay.”
“I owe you one, man,” Miles says as he takes my hand again.
Amos pats him on the back. “I’ll add it to your tab.”
Then he looks at me and flashes a flirty grin. “Great meeting you, Ms. Levine. Hope to see you around.”
“Fuck off, man. She’s taken,” Miles says, sliding a hand to the small of my back.
Amos’s eyes go wide with mock shock.
“Oh shit. This is serious.” He points at Miles. “Never thought I’d live to see the day. Miles MacAllister is a goner.”
His hooting and hollering echo through the lobby as he disappears down the hallway.
“Jackass,” Miles mutters, though he’s clearly fighting a smile.
I snicker under my breath as we head toward the elevators.
“So,” I ask, remembering we still haven’t checked the room assignment, “which room are we in?”
Miles flips over the key cards, then he whistles low.
“Honeymoon suite, baby.”
I lift my eyebrows in surprise.
“Well…” He gives me a teasing grin before offering me a bow. “Should I carry you to our suite, Mrs. MacAllister?”
I melt a little at the playful affection in his voice.
We walk into the suite, and exhaustion crashes into me all over again.
“Scale from one to ten,” he asks as he tosses the keys onto the table, “how tired are you?”
“Hmm…” I kick off my shoes. “About an eight?”
“Good.” He gently grabs my waist and lays me back against the bed.
“What do you mean good?”
“I mean,” he says as he climbs onto the mattress beside me, “we can have a little fun first and get you all the way to ten. Then you’ll sleep like a rock.”
I cackle at his logic. “You’re so full of shit, MacAllister. “
I swing one leg over his lap and straddle him slowly, grinding my aching chore against him.
