House Rules(69)

There was something to be said about seeing Miller Hawes kneeling at your feet. He pulled my leg over his shoulder. The only speck of clothing still left was my bra. I ceased to think at all when his tongue slipped through my folds at the same time I felt his finger slip inside. The way his tongue twirled around my clit, combined with the way his finger caressed my insides, I exploded before I ever saw it coming.

Miller continued to tease me through the tremors. When my body stopped quivering, he stood and removed his own clothing and my bra. He sat on the edge of the bed.

“Change your mind yet?”

“Nope.”

He took my hands and guided me forward until I was straddling his lap. The heat of him pressed into my core and I groaned. How I wanted him.

Miller didn’t make me wait long, when his hands curled around my ass and hoisted me up until I felt the tip of him, poised at my core, teasing me. My head dropped back, when he finally slipped inside.

He didn’t move. I looked at him. There were lines of strain on his face, as he held himself back.

“Ready?”

“Oh god, please.”

His hands tightened and his biceps flexed as he lifted me up and down on his shaft. He was so deep. I moved my hands to his arms, feeling his muscles tighten with every thrust.

“Fuck, Miller.”

“Oh, baby, your wish is my command.”

He stood and flipped me to my back, my legs propped on his shoulders as he pushed himself in and out of me at a pace that stole my breath and made me dizzy. I thrashed my head on the bed, fisting my hands in the sheets when Miller’s thumb found my clit.

My muscles tightened and my body fell off the edge. Miller joined me, his orgasm extending my own.

He dropped to my side. “Change your mind?”

“Nope,” I said, breathless. “But you can do that to me any time you want.”



***



Three days later he was still trying to convince me. I kept saying no, telling him no at least three times a day, but he hadn’t given up yet. I had to hope over time that he would eventually back off; something that didn’t look promising.

He did, however, get me to agree to dinner with Ashton and his fiancée. We were supposed to meet them at a theater downtown for a show and then head out to eat. Meeting Ashton that first night had been a fluke. In truth, I had never expected to see him again. With everything that had happened, I was more nervous about having dinner with him than if we hadn’t already met.

He dropped a box off at my place with a simple note attached.

Wear this tonight.

I opened the box to find a long red, strapless cocktail dress. It was stunning. Below the dress was a box. I had a feeling what the long, flat box held. My hands shook opening it. There on a bed of white satin sat a stunning ruby and diamond pendant. No one hand ever given me anything so beautiful.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed another piece of paper at the bottom of the box.

Don’t argue.

I laughed. He knew me so well.

The moment I opened the door, the not arguing was made worth it. Eyes wide, mouth open, he stared for a moment.

“Fuck. If I hadn’t promised Ashton we’d be there tonight, I’d spend the night figuring out different ways to peel you out of this dress.”

“You can still do that when we get home.”

I took his hand and pulled him out the door before he had a chance to do anything else.

I couldn’t stop fidgeting in the car. With my purse, my hair, even my dress. Everything felt too tight and out of place. Miller reached over and took one of my hands in his.

“Would you relax. You’ve already met Ashton, and Elena is extremely excited to meet you.”

“Ashton knows how we met.”

He shook his head and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before returning his gaze to the road. “That’s nothing compared to how Ashton met Elena.”

Curiosity won out over my nerves. “Really? How did they meet?”

“Let’s just say Elena’s first husband was an abusive asshole who like to borrow money from Ashton. When he couldn’t pay it back, he offered Elena instead. She was supposed to stay for three months, but she ended up staying permanently. When her ex tried to attack her and bring her back home, she shot him.”

My hand flew to my mouth.

“Exactly. Ashton and Elena are not going to be the slightest bit worried about how we met. Elena’s thrilled that my black heart isn’t lonely anymore.”

His words warmed me. “I’m glad to hear it isn’t lonely.”

“It was probably about to shrivel up before I found you.”

I burst out laughing. ‘Thank you.”

He kissed the top of my hand. “You’re welcome.”