Even so, Miller’s sexy allure and magnetism caught me off guard the next time we ran into one another at a restaurant. I had agreed to go on a celebratory dinner following a big courtroom victory earlier that day. It had been a huge team effort to win our transgender client’s case of workplace discrimination. It had been an uphill battle, with many obstacles and biases to overcome, but we prevailed and our client would be awarded his rightful settlement for the heinous way he had been treated.
All thoughts of work had faded away as soon as our eyes met across the expanse of the dinner crowd. Miller was also eating with a group of people, most of them men, and I wondered if he was on a date. It didn’t seem likely if he was looking at me that way; as if he was stripping off every piece of clothing I had on my body in preparation of taking what he wanted.
I watched as he slowly raised his bottle of beer to his lips and took a drink. Was it me or did his cheeks hollow out a bit as if he was sucking on the opening of the bottle instead of pressing it against his lips. I got his point loud and clear and countered his move, but I licked my bottom lip afterward to add a little extra something to the tease.
Try as I might, I couldn’t get into the work conversations around me. I wanted Miller to think I wasn’t that into him, but I couldn’t work up the farce. Besides, what the fuck was the point of pretending I didn’t want him? He knew, just as I knew, he was into me.
The teasing went on throughout our meals and with every passing minute I felt my body become more and more alive with need and lust to the point I practically vibrated with it. It felt like a thousand bugs were crawling beneath my skin that had become too tight to fit over my bones. My knees started to bounce beneath the table from anticipation until I saw him get up and excuse himself from the table.
I rose from my table without saying a word to my dinner companions and followed Miller to the restroom. I hadn’t planned out what I wanted to say to him, but it seemed words weren’t needed. Miller took a quick look around to make sure we were alone and then pushed me back against the wall. He placed his hands on the back of my neck and pulled my mouth down to his at the same time he pressed his body against mine. Kissing wasn’t usually included when I hooked up with another man, but this felt different. I had been craving the feel of his lips against mine.
It wasn’t a gentle, get-to-know-you kiss; it was a full on fucking of our mouths. His hands remained firmly on the back of my neck as our teeth scraped and bumped, lips were nipped, and our tongues dueled for dominance. If his kiss could set me ablaze, then what would he do to me once he was inside of me. Would his heat sear me and mark me for life?
Miller jerked away from our kiss and ended it as abruptly as he began it. “I’m going to take what you’ve been offering me all fucking night long.” His voice was rough and dark; it sent thrills up and down my spine. I wanted to hear that voice in my ear as he lived out his promise, but that didn’t mean I was going to make it easy for him.
“The offer to tap my ass expired a month ago,” I lied. “I’ll gladly fuck you into next week though.”
“Huh uh,” Miller shook his head, “I’m going to have that ass tonight for as long, and as hard, as I want it.”
I screwed up my face into an uncertain expression. “I don’t bottom, Miller.”
“I don’t either, so I think we’re at an impasse.” He took a slight step backward, just enough to let air flow between our bodies. I wanted to reach for him, but I wouldn’t give away my hand so easily. I knew a compromise would need to be reached and only one solution came to mind.
“Let’s flip.” My offer was met with a raised, skeptical brow.
“As in a coin to see who gets to top?”
“To see who tops first.” My words were slow and deliberate, spelling out for him the dirty images that had just flitted through my brain. Miller’s breath hitched in his throat before he swallowed hard. I watched the movement of his Adam’s apple and longed to sink my teeth into it.
“Jesus, Jag.” He sounded breathless, as if I managed to shock him and turn him inside out all at the same time. “I… Your place is closer,” he finally stammered out. I was confused for a second, no surprise since all of my blood was flowing toward my dick, but then I recalled he had looked at my license the night I fought with Gray.
“It’s a gated community so I’ll need to leave your name with the attendant if you’re not following directly behind me.”
“Miller Brexler.” As if I forgot his name. His light blue eyes turned a shade darker and turbulent the more excited he became and I couldn’t help but wonder how they’d look when he came. He didn’t say another word before he left the bathroom.