He gently forces my attention with his hand on my chin again. "I promise."
And because I'm an immature child, I bring my hand up and hold out my pinky. "Pinky promise?"
Miller's cheek turns up into a grin, and he wraps his little finger around mine. "I pinky promise." He leans forward, his face just a breath from mine. "And to make it more serious. I'll seal it with a kiss." Miller presses his lips to mine so softly I'm not convinced he touches them at all.
I kiss him back and wish I could rewind the clock and give us more time. I'd time travel to that night I saw him across the bar and march right up to him and say everything that was on my mind. That when I saw him, something sparked to life inside of me that never dimmed in all the time we've known each other. That every single moment I've been around him, my body has gravitated toward his and for no real reason at all, I've trusted him, and I've felt safe with him. So when he walked in to find me covered with my boss's blood, I was relieved that it was him and no one else.
But it's a lie that there's no reason for the safety and trust because if I think back to every interaction with him, he's always made it a point to offer gentle and secure dominance, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, stepping in front to block the view when I had to readjust my shirt, escorting me to the bathroom at the bar when I've been out with June, commandeering a drink that some random guy got me. I can recall countless occasions when he was there, watching and waiting to protect me, even if he was getting nothing in return from me.
He kept me safe when I was no one to him, I just hadn't really noticed until now.
Sasha clears her throat to interrupt us. She's holding an open box with a pair of simple black pumps tucked inside.
"Perfect," Miller tells her.
"I'll get everything boxed up," she says with a smile on her face.
I walk toward the dressing room but turn around and catch Miller before he returns to his seat. "Hey, can you come in here and unzip me?"
"Of course." He follows me in and the door latches shut behind him, giving us the first ounce of privacy since I found out he had feelings for me.
I turn around and move my hair out of the way for him.
Miller unclasps the hook and then slides the zipper down.
I face him and let the dress fall to the floor, leaving me there in nothing but my red lace panties.
He swallows harshly and meets my gaze, his eyes not daring to move another inch. Always the gentleman, this one.
"Kiss me," I tell him and step forward, pressing my nearly naked body to him.
Miller hesitates but not for long. He wraps his hand around the base of my neck and crashes his lips onto mine. Our tongues meet, our mouths parting and melting into each other’s. My body comes alive with desire, and I find myself unable to resist the thoughts running through my head.
I reach between us and latch onto his cock through his pants, and he moans into me.
"Cora," he pants and breaks away. "You don't have to...."
But doesn't he realize this is exactly what I want? That I've always wanted him.
I keep my eyes on him and drop to my knees, my fingers unbuttoning his pants.
"I want this," I tell him as I free his cock. "I want you." I grip him harder and position the tip of his cock against my lips, swirling my tongue over his precum.
"Cora..." he breathes.
I take him into my mouth, slowly at first, my gaze still on his. Stroking him, I thrust him in and out and revel in how hard he becomes. Swallowing more and more, my eyes water, and heat swells between my legs—his pleasure only seems to heighten mine. My moan vibrates on his shaft, and I tighten my grip.
A knock sounds on the door but Miller grabs a fistful of my hair and keeps his cock buried in my mouth.
"We'll be right out," he says through labored breath and continues bucking his hips gently.
I stare up at him and dig my fingers into his thigh as he hardens in my mouth. My nipples pebble, and the desire to stand and bend over in front of him is strong, but we don't have time for that, not when Sasha is no doubt standing nearby wondering when she's going to get her commission. Working my hand, I pump him until he finishes down the back of my throat, and I pull him out, smiling against his cock and swallowing his climax.
"Jesus Christ, Cora," he pants. "That was...unexpected."
I rise to my feet and pull my white tank top over my head and slip into the skirt I was wearing.
Miller grabs onto my arm and drags me toward him, pressing his lips to mine. "I'm going to have to repay you for that later."
