I ignored the voice. I could deal with the consequences of my actions later. Right now, I needed to have him. All of him.
“Your wish is my command.”
I heard the rip of foil and my underwear was yanked down my legs. Barely a breath had passed before he was sinking deep inside me. He pushed all the way in, his body flush against mine and my insides quivered at the delicious friction, the feeling of being filled. And that was before he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back inside. I moved my hands up by my head, fisting my fingers in the blanket.
Miller continued with hard, driving thrusts, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. The bed was just the right height, my body rubbing in the right spot to send me flying of the charts. As his body possessed me, his hands slid down my arms, his fingers threading through mine, forcing me to release my grip on the blanket.
He drove into me.
Over . . .
and over . . .
and over again.
My mind was mush with pleasure, my body wound so tight I thought I might explode. His tongue traced a path up my spine, taking little nibbles along the way until, finally, my body built as high as it could go and a release so overwhelming and so mind-numbing crashed over me. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to move, much less walk the next day. Through the convulsions of my orgasm, Miller found his own release, shouting out and collapsing on top of me, the weight of his body was a welcome feeling. I wouldn’t have been able to move anyway.
A few minutes later, Miller stood and let his body slip from my own. The cool air would have been sobering if I wasn’t ready to let myself fall into a deep sleep. He returned and I felt a warm cloth run over me before I was lifted into the bed. My eyes still firmly shut, Miller’s heat enveloped me from behind. More content than I’d been in a while, and even though a part of me knew that staying was a bad idea, I let myself fall down the rabbit hole.
There was always tomorrow.
***
I woke with a start, my eyes snapping open to a completely unfamiliar room. The dream that pulled me from sleep was slowly fading from my mind. I tried to reach for it, hoping to gain some clues about the night before. I racked my brain, but nothing came to me. Deciding the dream wouldn’t be any help I looked around the room, searching for clues. The moment I made the slightest move of my head, the room began to spin.
Shit, how much did I drink last night?
The answer died in my throat when I realized, for the first time since waking up, that I wasn’t all alone in the bed.
Slowly, so as not to mess with the hangover gods, I shifted my head on the pillow to face the man lying next to me. The sight of Miller’s face had the whole night rushing back, like a bad soap opera flashing before my eyes.
What the hell had I been thinking? Oh, that’s right, I hadn’t.
I let myself glance over at Miller one more time. The man was gorgeous. Why would he get into bed with me? He looked the type to date movie stars and models. Embarrassment poured through me, the blush covering my whole body. I needed to get out of this mess and I needed to do it right now.
Miller’s arm covered my stomach and chest, his hand cupping my breast even in sleep. I could see the faint bit of light coming from the window as I tried to figure a way out of this. I moved only my upper body, hoping I could get myself out of his hold. If I had any luck, he was a heavy sleeper and wouldn’t have any idea I left until he woke up.
Inch by inch I slid out from underneath him until I was able to sit up and place my feet on the floor. When I glanced over my shoulder he was still sound asleep. I’d have to do the walk of shame, but anything was better than being here and having to face the music when he woke up.
Miller had taken his winnings to the extreme. Not that I wasn’t an active participant, but his night was over and he’d probably want me out of his hair as soon as humanly possible. I didn’t want to give him the chance to ask me to leave. Memories of the night before were enough embarrassment for a lifetime.
I located my bra and dress, but skipped the panties, knowing there was no way in hell I’d force myself to put those back on.
After stuffing my underwear into my purse I dressed quickly, tiptoeing out of the room and shutting the door softly behind me. When the latch clicked into place I froze, waiting to make sure he was still asleep. No noise came from the room so I decided it was safe to make my way downstairs where my phone and purse waited for me, both still in the front room of the house where I’d so casually discarded them.
I pulled out my phone and called a cab to take me home. Not wanting to make any extra noise, I took myself outside to wait on the porch.
I still couldn’t believe the way I’d acted the night before. It was like someone else had been in control of my body. I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but that didn’t mean I went around having sex with every new guy I met, and all it took was a few glasses of wine and some well-timed kisses for me to practically rip my clothes off.