Page 67 of Tempting Miles
“Yes, you are. But you’re also off-limits.”
I frown, but stay quiet, giving her space to keep talking.
“You and I want the same thing Miles. No commitments,” she says sharply.
“That’s true, but that doesn’t mean we can’t give each other a little comfort,” I say quickly, feeling the sudden need to defend whatever this is between us.
“Fine, you win.” In one swift move, she swings herself onto my lap, straddling me.
Fuuuck.
She shouldn’t feel this good on top of me, but the way her body molds against mine feels damn near perfect.
“Boss,” I grit out the second she starts rubbing her pussy against my growing hard-on.
“Yes, Miles?” she asks breathlessly against my ear.
Then she licks my throat.
A moan slips out of me before I can stop it.
“Boss, as much as I like where this is heading, you need to sober up,” I say against her breasts, which she’s expertly pressed right in front of my lips.
“I’m fine, Miles. I know what I want,” she says while continuing to torture me by rolling her hips against mine.
“I’d feel better if we waited a little longer so I can make sure you’re really sober.”
As bad as I want to bury myself inside her, I need her fully aware and conscious for this. Even with the nap, she’s still tipsy.
“You’re no fun,” she pouts before sliding off my lap and dropping back onto the couch.
“Hell, no. Nobody’s accusing me of not being fun.” I try to give her a serious look, but the smile tugging at my mouth ruins it.
She giggles, her eyes still a little glassy. Which tells me she’s definitely not sober yet.
“Do you want to hang out in the hot tub for a while? I bet after a couple of hours you’ll be fully back to your senses.”
Her entire face lights up. “You have a hot tub?”
I nod. “Out on the deck off my room.”
“What are we waiting for?” She jumps to her feet and grabs my hand to pull me up with her.
I chuckle and let her drag me toward the stairs like I’d ever tell her no.
The hot tub stays running year-round, so all that’s left is pulling off the cover and grabbing a couple of towels.
Cold night air rushes in the second I open the deck door, sharp enough to sting my skin, but once we’re in the water, we’ll be fine.
Back in my room, I sit on the edge of the bed and strip down until I’m left in nothing but my black boxers.
Penny watches me openly while I undress, her gaze dragging slowly over my body without a trace of shame.
And fuck, that turns me on even more. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows exactly what she wants.
When it’s her turn to undress, I sit back against the headboard and watch her.
Penny stands in front of me, slowly peeling off each layer with the kind of temptation that makes forbidden fruit seem worth the fall.
