The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)
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“Then I’ll call you and tell you I need you.”
His eyes hold mine.
“And you’ll talk me through it over the phone, or I’ll wait till you come home.”
He rubs his thumbnail over his bottom lip as he listens, as if fascinated.
“I don’t want to have sex with anyone else, Jameson. I’m not that kind of girl. You are the only one-night stand I’ve ever had.”
He squeezes my hand, pleased with that answer.
“I’ve had sex with four people in my whole life, and you’re one of them.”
He leans onto his hand and smiles dreamily at me.
“What?”
“Do you know how often I think about fucking you?”
I giggle, surprised by that statement. “How often?”
“All the time. I’m like a starstruck eighteen-year-old.”
“You wouldn’t know it.”
“Why?”
“You acted like you hated me all week. You can be so cold when you want to be.”
He sits up in his chair and straightens his back. “I don’t like to be challenged for the sake of it, Emily. You fought with me last weekend just to prove a point. It angered me.”
“No. I fought with you last weekend because I wanted to spend the day at my apartment, and you just assumed that your place was better than mine. Your money doesn’t impress me, Jameson. I don’t care for your fancy apartment. Mine is just as good.”
He rolls his eyes. “Are we going to fight now about why we fought?”
I smile. He’s right; this is ridiculous. “No. No more fighting.” I pick up his hand and cup it around my face. “We’re going to have dinner, and then we’re going to go back to your place, and then I’m going to ride your cock . . . just the way you like it,” I whisper.
He inhales sharply as his eyes flicker with excitement. “You fucking turn me on.”
I put my thumb into my mouth and suck it in slow motion, our eyes locked. “As your dedicated fuck bunny, Mr. Miles, I take my job very seriously,” I whisper darkly. “Your wish is my command, sir.”
He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “Now you’re talking.”
Two hours later
Lathered with a sheen of perspiration, I rock forward onto his cock. Jameson is sitting with his back against his headboard. One hand is on my hip, the other cupping my breast.
He’s so big that I can feel every inch of him deep inside my body. He took me hard and fast the first time, me on my knees and him behind me. I watched us in the mirror. Every muscle in his torso contracted as he pumped me, and his dark eyes held mine.
It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
His hand has a strong grip on my hip bone as he rocks me back and forward with force. Our eyes are locked, and this is one of those moments where neither of us speaks—it’s perfect without words.
He grabs a handful of my hair and drags me down to him; his lips take mine, and we kiss. His tongue is sliding into my mouth at just the right angle.
“Legs up,” he whispers
as he lifts my knees to a squatting position.