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She laughs. “No, they do what you say, and it’s very annoying.”
I fish around in my pocket again for more salmon snacks. “You just need to invest in the right bribes.”
“Why do you walk around with dog treats in your coat pocket anyhow? It’s weird.”
“I had to get to you somehow, didn’t I?” I raise an eyebrow, watching as she blushes but doesn’t answer. “I learned their favorites after Coffee dug his way over to my house a couple of times.”
Later, in the town car, Jenn makes no effort to free herself when I pull her onto my lap.
I told her we needed to get the sex out of our system.
That’s what I thought our first night was all about.
Now, I know there’s no fucking her out of my system, and I’m not sure what to do about it.
But I know how to figure it out.
Yeah, fuck, I’m probably heading down another highway to hell with heartbreak strewn along it like shrapnel. The trouble is, I’m past caring.
In the elevator at my house, she slips her warm hand in mine and looks up at me with such trusting eyes, I want to kick my own ass for the way I shredded her before.
This is definitely the wrong path.
Definitely guaranteed to complicate everything so much more.
Still, it’s happening, and it’s going to be a long damn while before we talk about any other touchy subjects with words.
17
No One But You (Jenn)
I’m trembling all over.
He’s moving inside me, shaking me to the core, all muscle and masculinity and punishing strokes.
“How fucking bad did you miss me, kitten?” he rasps between breaths.
His silver-blue eyes are sharpened knives, deadly instruments that pierce me to my core with every animalistic glance.
His cock bottoms out in me again as our hips collide, and he holds it there, waiting for an answer.
“B-bad, Miles. God!”
I’m panting, on the edge, completely held hostage to his movements.
“Grab hold, Jenn.”
“W-what?”
“Hold the fuck on. As hard as you can,” he orders, waiting until he feels my nails in his neck.
My blood could burn through my veins as he deepens his strokes, his eyes still holding mine.
Every thrust comes harder, crashing down like he wants to break me—and I can’t say I’d mind in the slightest.
His pubic bone grinds against my clit each time he hits my depths.
Faster.
Faster.
So fast, so furious, so unrelenting.
Soon, he offers up a forearm. I sink my teeth in, clinging to him, hot pleasure turning me into confetti.
“Let go, woman. Come for me.”
Holy hell, do I ever.
The instant my pussy clenches, greedily riding his thrusts, I feel him swelling. The muscles on his throat work, ticking with pleasure, his teeth bared.
New heat hurls into me a second later from the condom we forgot in our frenzy.
His head snaps back in total reverie, his face slick with sweat like a blessing.
He’s a portrait of scandal as he empties himself inside me, low growls erupting from his throat with every pump, all the molten fire he floods me with.
I’m boneless ecstasy forever.
Time has no meaning when your release rips you apart.
I’m happily blind, deaf, and dumb for this vampire man and his whip of a body, launched into a paradise that only lets me glide back down long after he’s finished exploding.
He still stares at me, though.
So intense I smile, watching his pleasure, loving how he holds his cock inside me like he knows how much I enjoy having his seed buried deep.
It takes an eternity before he collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms.
“You regret it, kitten?”
I look at him, my mouth forming a question.
“The condom. I wasn’t thinking. Fuck, when we burst through that door, I only had one thing on my brain.”
His kiss sears me with a naked reminder of what that obsession was.
“No. It was glorious, and I’ve got an IUD.”
He grins back.
Yeah, I don’t think anything could make me regret what we just did.
But I’ve been here with him before. Who knows what I’ll regret tomorrow if he becomes an evasive prick again.
For now, I just relax in his arms, dozing before I startle awake and realize I didn’t agree to come here for this—the hottest sex of my life was just a bonus.
“Mister, you still have some explaining to do. Remember?” I kiss him on the cheek, playfully sliding my nails down his chest.
With a guarded smile, he turns, staring up at the ceiling and its dark wooden beams like he’s gathering his words.
“As fucked up as things are now, Simone Niehaus and I were on friendly terms once.”
My mouth drops open.
I wasn’t expecting that.
“I know. Another time, another life. We both came from corporate royalty, me with Cromwell-Narada, and her with the publishing empire her grandfather left behind. She turned it into Pacific-Resolute in no time. We were always bumping heads at conferences, but the public swipes at each other gave way to talking ideas. Eventually, she had me convinced we could do the impossible, and corner roughly a fourth of the entire US media market.”
