Page 167 of Mile High Ruin

I keep fucking her while rubbing her slowly, matching the motion to each thrust until her breathing turns ragged.

“Come.”

“I’m trying.”

“You’re close.”

“Stop talking.”

I smile against her shoulder. Then circle her clit faster.

She comes hard enough that her knees almost buckle. I catch her at the waist and hold her in place while her pussy clenches around my cock, every contraction pulling me closer until I lose control seconds later. I come with my forehead against her shoulder and my hand still around her throat, holding her steady while both of us try to breathe.

For a while, neither of us moves.

Then she turns her head slightly. “We are definitely going to be late.”

I kiss the side of her neck. “This is my house.”

She laughs. “That excuse is doing a lot of work lately.”

I pull out carefully and straighten her dress for her, smoothing the fabric back over her hips.

She turns around and looks down at herself. “It’s wrinkled.”

“I told you I would buy another.”

She gives me a look. “I’m starting to think you create problems just so money can solve them.”

“Sometimes.”

She reaches up and fixes my collar. The gesture is so casual, so intimate, that it catches me more completely than the sex did.

I watch her fingers.

She notices. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“That usually means something.”

I take her hand and kiss her knuckles once. Then let go. “Come. Before Marek decides the birthday party was an elaborate excuse for us to disappear.”

Sloane smiles. “You know he already thinks that.”

“He can think whatever he wants.”

She slips her arm through mine.

For one evening, I decide to believe that’s true.

27

SLOANE

Vadim is reaching for the study door when I look back at the desk one last time and see the photograph beneath the edge of an open folder.

I almost miss it.