The Takeover (The Miles High Club 2)

“Yes what?” he growls.

“I understand.”

He lets go and really lets me have it, and it’s beautiful and blinding, and I’m sure the concierge is going to be knocking on the door any moment because the bed is hitting the wall so hard that I’m positive we’re causing structural damage.

“Fuck,” he moans, his voice deep and guttural. “Anderson . . . fuck me,” he growls, losing control. “Fuck me harder.” His grip tightens, his pumps get harder, and God, this is next-level incredible.

I screw up my face as I try to hold it, and he slaps my behind again. I scream out, and I clench as I come in a rush. He holds himself deep, and I feel his cock jerk hard inside of me.

He lets me go, lays me down, rolls me onto my back, and then slides back into my body. His lips take mine with a tenderness I’ve never known.

We stare at each other for a prolonged moment, and I can feel his cock gently pulsating inside of me as it tries to completely empty itself.

“I missed you, Anderson,” he whispers as he brushes the hair back from my face.

I stare up at him, shocked. An unwelcome emotion overwhelms me, and I blink to stop the tears.

This isn’t how this is supposed to go.

I expected a booty call, but this feels special and intimate.

We kiss, and I feel my heart constrict in my chest. This was a bad idea.

I want to go home.

Chapter 13

I wake to the feeling of gentle kisses dusting my shoulder, and I smile sleepily.

He’s here.

There’s no mistaking waking up next to Tristan.

His cheek comes to mine from behind. “Morning.” I smile.

“Anderson,” he purrs.

I chuckle and turn toward him so he can kiss the side of my face again.

What a night.

Ecstasy doesn’t come close to where this man takes me. His touch is otherworldly.

“I’ve got to go, babe,” he murmurs. “I have a meeting in like half an hour on the other side of town.”

“Okay.” I smile. I roll over to face him, and we stare at each othe

r for a moment. I bring my hand up and run it through his dark stubble.

“When will I see you?” he asks.

My heart drops. I know this isn’t going anywhere, and I have to rip off the Band-Aid. “You won’t. This can’t go on, Tris.”

His eyes hold mine, and a frown crosses his brow, but he stays silent.

“I wish things were different,” I say softly as I lean in and kiss his lips. “I really do.” I concentrate on my fingers in his stubble. They distract me from my heart telling me to stop talking.

“I have my kids, and I don’t do casual, and I can’t do a relationship. And even if I could, it’s not the life you want.”