His fingers landed along the bottom of my shorts as he bent over my body. “Now tell me you don’t want me.”
“I don’t—”
The words died on my lips when that same finger slipped between my folds. I bit my lip to hold back the moan when his finger circled my clit in slow, agonizing movements.
“Nothing to say?”
The shorts were yanked down, the rip of fabric filling the room as they fell away from my body, the air in the office feeling cold against my heated skin. Fingers were replaced with his tongue. Damn. Electric sensations trickled along my nerves. I knew if I told Miller no and meant it, he’d let me walk away, in the same way I knew I’d have sex with Miller. But I refused to let him believe that this would be a regular hook up. “This changes nothing. I still won’t be your fuck buddy.”
“Okay.”
His tongue twirled around my clit, moving back to dip inside me. The pattern continued over and over again until I was gripping the smooth desk, struggling for purchase. “Please,” I begged, needing to come.
His mouth lifted from me. “What do you want, Tess?”
“I want . . . I want—”
“Say it, Tess. It’s the only way you’re going to come.” The sound of his zipper lowering made my insides clench. I needed him, more then I thought I would when he’d dragged me back here. More than I’d ever wanted anyone, ever.
“Take me, Miller.”
He slid inside of me.
So full.
Slowly, he moved, forcing the breath from my lungs. This was what I needed. What my body craved from Miller. His thrusts came harder and harder, and it was so good that, for a brief moment, my mind was willing to give up the idea of a relationship if it meant I could feel like this.
But I quickly pushed it aside. I would take this, then I would be the one to walk away.
His body bent over me, threading his fingers with mine, and using the connection to pump faster, hitting the exact spot I needed. The friction between our bodies, the heat, the way he filled me, all pushed and pushed until I thought I’d black out. The orgasm washed over me like a tidal rush, taking all rational thought with it. I felt him reach his own peak. Delirium set in. Chest heaving. Breaths panting. Pulses racing.
In that one moment, the whispered words in my ear didn’t seem true. I couldn’t have heard him right.
“You will not be my fuck buddy. You will only be mine.”
CHAPTER 15
Miller
Her body shuddered below mine. I knew she’d heard the words that left my lips, words I never thought I would say. What I didn’t know was whether she’d understood them.
I’d fucked up. Tess was not the type of woman to agree to sleeping with a man, no strings attached. The night of the poker game had been a situation where there was no right choice. An asshole boyfriend, dinner with a stranger, and too much to drink. Things were bound to lead to sex.
When she told me to fuck off and stormed out of my office, I’d been determined to forget about her. I’d gone back to working from the dealership and taking a break from women. After the scene with the blonde bitch, calling the brunette “Tess,” and Tess, herself, blowing me off, I figured it was time to spend a little time with my right hand. It didn’t argue back, and always made me come.
I’d become an even bigger asshole than normal and had nearly succeeded in burning a few important bridges. Dad hadn’t seen the worst of it, thankfully, but Ashton had. He’d invited me for dinner at the house; Elena wanted to do something after that disastrous night at my parents. The minute he opened the door and saw my face, he brought me down to his office.
The door shut behind him and he turned to face me, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re not going in there with Elena until you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.”
I ran a hand through my hair, walking over to the decanter that sat on a sideboard behind his desk, helping myself. “Who says there’s anything wrong?”
“Don’t pull that shit with me. I can see it all over your face. The last time you were this pissed, you said some pretty fucked up things to my fiancée and I’m not having a repeat. I’d rather not have to beat the shit out of you tonight.”
Ashton didn’t often threaten violence—it was one of the reasons why people preferred borrowing money from him. “I won’t say anything. Wait, did you say fiancée?”
A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “I did. It’s part of the reason Elena wanted to have dinner here, she wanted to tell you herself. You better not ruin that.”
I shook my head, unable to believe my ears. I walked over and pulled my brother into a hug. “Congratulations, man. And I promise, I won’t ruin the surprise.” I stepped back and picked my glass up off of the side table. “I thought you were worried Elena wouldn’t want to get married again?”