The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“Come. I want to taste you,” he moans into me.

I convulse and shudder deep inside my body as I cling to him. He laps me up like I’m his last supper. He pulls back and unwraps a condom and passes it to me; I slide it on him with a soft kiss to his cock.

With his eyes locked on mine, he lifts my legs around his waist and in one strong movement slides deep into my sex.

We stare at each other as the air is knocked from our lungs.

“So fucking good,” he whispers as our eyes search each other.

He pulls out and then slowly slides back in. My mouth hangs slack at the feeling of his possession.

Nobody fucks me like Jameson Miles . . . nobody.

I can try to deny this emotional attachment all I want, but the physical . . . I just can’t.

He circles deep inside and then slams back in. I cry out as the air is knocked from my lungs. Then he’s riding me—deep, punishing hits—and my bed is hitting the wall so hard it may knock it down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans into my neck.

He lifts one of my legs, and I can’t hold it any longer. My body contracts around his, and he hisses as he comes with me.

We cling to each other as we pant, and I smile up against his cheek as euphoria runs through my blood.

Jameson Miles is my new drug.

And I am his crack whore.

I wake to the gentle breathing beside me, and I roll over and smile. Jameson is flat on his back and asleep. We had an incredible night.

The tender, witty guy was back . . . with no sight of the asshole CEO.

I lean up onto my elbow as I watch him. His dark hair hangs over his forehead, his big red lips are slightly open, and his eyelashes flutter as he sleeps. He has one arm behind his head, and the other is splayed on his stomach.

He’s beautiful—everything about him physically is beautiful. Last night I got a little peek that maybe he’s as beautiful on the inside as well. Stop it.

You’re getting clingy and attached.

Jameson is not the kind of man you get attached to.

He inhales deeply as he wakes, and slowly his eyes open and focus on me. “Hey, beautiful,” he whispers in a husky voice as he cups my face in his hand.

I smile and lean over and kiss him. “Good morning, Jameson.”

“Call me Jay.”

I frown in question.

“My friends call me Jay.”

“So we’re friends?”

He pulls me over his body onto his chest. “No, you’re my fuck bunny.”

I smile as I kiss his chest beneath me.

“What’s planned for today?” he asks.

“Nothing.”