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"Don't be. I like it." He sits down and takes a sip of his coffee. "You have fantastic hair. Here."
He slides a mug across the table. I grab it eagerly. My non-caffeinated brain isn't strong enough to process a compliment from Miles after having spent the night curled up in his arms.
"Sleep well?" he asks.
"Amazingly."
"So, I was a good pillow, then?"
I take a few gulps. Is Miles flirting with me? Or just being a nice guy and checking in with me?
Hurry up, coffee. I need you to kickstart my brain.
"Yeah. You were…great." I buy some time, scooping a forkful of bacon into my mouth. "Mmm. This is good."
"Thanks."
His brown eyes are aimed right at me, shimmering in a way I'm not used to.
"How did you sleep?" I ask a few mouthfuls later, the coffee taking the reins of my cognitive function.
"Just like you. Great."
"Glad to hear it."
"I never realized how soothing hearing someone snoring can be."
My eyes widen. "I didn't."
Miles waits a few beats, dangling a piece of toast in midair, before replying with a cheeky grin. "You didn't. I'm just teasing."
I shake my head, trying to suppress a smile. If Miles were a friend, I'd jokingly tell him to fuck off. But he's not my friend, he's my boss.
My boss who cuddled me all night.
Yeah. I can't dwell on that. I'm sure it was just a one-time thing after my freak-out yesterday. Today's a brand-new day.
I glance out the window. It's blowing a gale out there, the palm tree fronds shaking violently as the rain pours down at a forty-five-degree angle, the sky a menacing gray.
"Guess we won't be leaving today," I say, mopping up the remnants of my breakfast with a slice of bread.
"I'd agree with that."
"What are we going to do?"
Miles finishes chewing, then wipes the corners of his mouth with a napkin. I can't help but notice how long and thick his fingers are. Under the table, my cock reacts, thickening in my sleep shorts.
"I have an idea." He rests his elbows on the table, smiling at me.
There's a way to view this entire scenario, us trapped in a hotel room for possibly days as a hurricane rages outside, in a very sexy, very X-rated way.
Miles could stand up, overthrow the table with one hand, heave me over his shoulder and carry me to the bed, and fuck me senseless for hours on end.
My gaze meets his, and God, what I wouldn't give for him to do just that. My entire body aches with a current of desperate need for this man that I've never experienced before.
But I can't go there. I just can't. He's my boss, dammit.
I try to will the wicked thoughts from my brain, digging my fingers into my thigh, desperately trying to keep a grip on my self-control.
