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“Yes, please.”
Milo
I had to get us out of there.
Between the feel of her warm, tight, perfect little body against mine and those big brown eyes of hers staring up at me and the way she kissed me with the kind of fervor that had my cock hardening behind my zipper, I needed to get her out of that fucking club and somewhere that didn’t have an audience.
Somewhere private. Quiet. That doesn’t include anyone but us.
Once she told Lena we were leaving, we didn’t waste any time grabbing a cab and heading straight to her apartment.
Evan’s old bachelor pad.
Good God, I know this place too well.
Parties. Drunken bar nights. A lot of wild shit went down here.
I witnessed Ev meet his wife-to-be in this very space.
He was several beers deep, but once his drunken gaze fixated on the little redhead who stepped through his door, it was like he instinctually knew he had to be near her.
By the end of the night, they were practically glued to each other.
And the rest is pretty much history.
Tomorrow night, he’ll be back in New York, and we’ll celebrate his bachelor party. And two weeks after that, he’ll commit himself to Sadie for the rest of his life.
The thought makes me smile and frown at the same time.
I’m happy for him. Of course, I’m happy for him.
But if I’m really being honest with myself, I’m also jealous.
Not of him, but of what he has with Sadie. Someone he loves so much, so deeply, that he’s ready to say “I do” and commit to a forever with her.
At times, it’s all so hard to believe and has me thinking a lot about my future.
I’ve mellowed out over the past few years, throwing in the towel on one-night stands and bars and all-night parties, and I’m just now starting to understand why.
It’s not that I’ve grown tired of that kind of life. It’s that I’ve grown out of it.
I’ve matured. I’ve changed. And I’ve become more aware of my reality. I’m ready for more. I’m ready to settle down and build a life with someone.
Good God, now isn’t the time to have a fucking midlife crisis.
I shake off my thoughts and reinsert myself into the present.
And while Maybe is in the bathroom doing whatever it is girls do in bathrooms, I walk into her bedroom and sit down on the edge of the mattress. The room is so much Maybe, yet it still has remnants of her brother.
A few spots of the horrid forest-green paint he’d covered the walls with still speckle the ceiling.
The same cozy leather chair sits in the far corner of the room.
But mostly, it’s Maybe. Her clothes. Her shoes. Her pictures and books.
Even the smell of her soft, flowery perfume is in the air.
A scent I’ve managed to memorize and one that never hesitates to put a smile on my face. It’s soft and subtle yet unforgettable at the same time.
The bathroom door whines as it opens, and soft footsteps echo off the hardwood floors as Maybe makes her way down the hall.
“I’m in the bedroom,” I call out toward her.
She doesn’t respond, but I know she hears me when her footsteps move closer, until they stop just outside the bedroom.
My jaw damn near hits the floor when I see her.
She stands there like a fucking goddess, her long hair hanging past her shoulders and brushing her arms, and her glorious skin bare of any clothes.
Maybe is naked, wanton, and standing there staring back at me. It is a vision I will never forget for the rest of my life.
Hesitantly, she steps toward me, and I don’t miss the way her soft, full breasts sway with each step. I don’t miss the way she bites at her bottom lip when she stops right in front of me, her knees just barely brushing my knees. And I don’t miss the way my heart speeds up inside my chest, damn near bouncing around inside my rib cage.
Fuck. She is hands down the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Slowly, I reach out and run my fingertips up the creamy, smooth skin of her thighs, and a little whimper escapes her throat.
I take her in with my eyes, gliding them up her body and memorizing every detail of her soft, lush curves. Drinking in every long and smooth line. Obsessing over every perfect little detail that is Maybe.
I can’t stop myself from pulling her into my arms until her thighs are spread across mine. And I sure as hell can’t stop myself from taking her mouth in a deep kiss, slipping my tongue past her lips and swallowing her moans.
Her hips move against me until my cock is hard and aching for her.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please, Milo.”
I don’t know what she’s asking or what she wants, but all I can do is pull her into my arms and lay her down on the bed.
