Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
It’s powerful even though I’m the one giving up control. I want to give up control to him, want to find that place in my head, the one where he takes my body, that no one has ever brought me to before. It’s a fucking rush. It makes me feel wanted, craved, needed, and that’s always done it for me, but it’s even more potent and addicting with Miles, and it also feels different. Like it’s about more than sex.
This is usually when I get dressed and go home, but I don’t want to leave. I want to soak in every moment with him I can have.
“Are you okay?” he asks in that gentle voice I’ve never heard him use with anyone but me, and I’m reminded that there’s something different about me for Miles too.
“Just had my ass wrecked in the most delicious way possible,” I say with extra sass to my voice. “And now I’m hungry.”
“Oh. Do you want something to eat?”
Jackpot. Look at him giving me what I want when he doesn’t even realize it. I have a feeling Miles doesn’t ask people to stay afterward very often. “I was hoping you’d ask that.”
“Why wouldn’t I be down for you cooking me a late dinner?”
I’m about to be scandalized before I see the small smirk he’s trying to bite back. “Fuck you.”
“Or I could fuck you again.”
“Only if you’re good and cook me dinner.”
“I thought I was the one in control here?” he tosses back, playing this game with me and showing me even more sides to Miles. He’s like a book with no cover, one where you don’t know what to expect, only to open the pages and find out it’s even better than you thought it would be, and that you can never guess what will happen next.
“The submissive one is always in control,” I tease, and he swats my ass, sending a delicious thrill through me. “Ooh, do it again.”
He scowls, but I can tell it’s playful. “No.”
“You’re no fun. Can I use your bathroom to freshen up?”
He points. “It’s right over there.”
I make sure to shake my ass as I grab my clothes and head that way. The low rumble I hear tells me he’s watching and likes what he sees.
I take a quick piss, clean up some, wash my hands, and get dressed before I head back to the living room. He’s not there, so I walk over to the painting again.
I don’t have the words to describe what I see. It’s like Miles found all the parts of me, some I knew were there, some I didn’t, and put them on display for me. He understands me in ways no one does, in ways I didn’t know I needed before him. It’s confusing and unexpected. Honestly, I have no idea what to think about it all.
I was never supposed to like Miles, but I do.
I was never supposed to want to fuck Miles, but I love it.
I was never supposed to feel something for him, but I can’t stop myself.
I want more of every single Miles Tanner thing I can have, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get my fill. And while it’s scary—and again, weird and confusing—there’s not a part of me that wants to run away. I’m too hooked, too curious, too interested.
“You really like it?”
I jump at the sound of his voice right behind me. Somehow, he’d snuck up on me. He’s dressed, and it’s clear he freshened up too. “Are you a fucking ninja?”
“Just good. You really like it?” he asks again, and I realize Miles needs to hear it. He’s good. There’s no doubt in my mind he knows that, but he’s also human and scarred, and when we cut ourselves open the way he did, we often need to be told we’re okay.
“It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. I love it. I’m even prettier than I realized.”
He chuckles, and I’m reminded how much I love being the one to make Miles laugh.
I follow him into the kitchen, where he looks in the fridge. “Sorry. No grilled cheese.”
“I’d like to lodge a formal complaint.”
“Do you want me to go get cheese? I can.”
I grin. Who knew he was a closet sweetheart? Sure, he likes to be a little rough and control my orgasms, but this guy is all heart too. “No. I’m giving you shit. I’ll eat whatever.”
“Is there anything specific you want?”
“You?”
He grins.
“But then, if this ass is yours, I guess that dick is mine too. Did we agree to be exclusive?”
“Exclusively having sex,” he specifies.
“Well, I didn’t think you were asking me to be your boyfriend.” What would I say if he did, though? I’ve never had a boyfriend.
“Food?” Miles reminds me.
“Seriously, I’m good with anything.”
He surprises me by pulling ground beef from the fridge. I didn’t expect him to actually cook a meal, but when he grabs a bottle of sauce from the pantry, I realize he’s doing just that.