Page 93 of Tempting Miles
Miles.
I pick up my pace toward the private suites. The second I reach the open doorway, the low murmurs inside abruptly die. Every head turns toward me.
A few workers immediately start filing out of the suite, brushing past me without a word and avoiding my eyes as they disappear into the hallway.
“What was all that commotion about?” I ask as I close the door behind me.
I take a moment to appreciate how much progress has been made since construction started. The lights, windows, walls, and molding are finally in place. All that’s left is paint, flooring, and furniture.
And then I’m done.
“Hey, boss. I see you decided to come find me.” Miles flashes me a predatory smile, his handsome, rugged face practically glowing with mischief. His blue eyes darken with want.
“Don’t try to change the subject. What happened?” I press.
Miles exhales and lets his head fall back. “Nothing. Just a little asshole talking about things he doesn’t know.”
I frown. “Care to elaborate?”
Frustration flickers across his face before his hands settle on my hips. I try not to melt into him—I’m his freaking boss, damn it—but his touch feels too good to resist.
“Miles.” I raise an eyebrow as I look up at him.
“A kid came in to tell me you were on your way and made a comment I didn’t appreciate.” He shrugs. “So I terminated his contract on the spot and told him not to come back.”
“Miles, you can’t do that,” I practically yell.
“When someone talks shit about people I care about? Yeah, I absolutely can.”
Before I can respond, he presses his lips to mine.
I’m not sure what leaves me more dizzy—his kiss or the fact that he just admitted he cares about me.
“Miles,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Yes, boss?” His lips move slowly against mine while his hands knead my ass.
“Weren’t you going to ask me something?” I lean back enough to look at him.
“Oh, right.” He acts like he forgot. “Would you spend Valentine’s Day with me? All the sex, all the spoiling, none of the feelings or attachments.” He wiggles his brows for emphasis.
I can’t hide the smile tugging at my lips. “I might be agreeable to that. But first, you’ll need to give me a preview.” I press my body against his.
When his hardening erection brushes against my stomach, my pulse flutters. I’m such a hoe for this man.
“You want a preview here?” Miles asks, lowering his mouth to my neck.
“Sure.” I shrug casually. “If the crew is already talking, we might as well give them something worth talking about.”
I’ve never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but with Miles, the temptation to do reckless, unspeakable things feels irresistible. Around him, I can be whoever I want.
“Alright,” Miles murmurs as he pulls me flush against him.
A soft moan escapes me, relief flooding my body at the realization that what I’ve craved all day is finally within reach.
“Such a good girl,” he says roughly against my skin. “Always so responsive to me. To my touch.”
He squeezes my ass hard enough to make me gasp as pleasure races through me.
