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MILES
ALL ICOULD think as I answered the door to my hotel room wasjackpot.
The man standing in front ofme was tall, broad-shouldered, muscular enough to strain the t-shirt he woreunder a soft-looking leather jacket, and smiling like he had something to sharewith me.
I really hoped it was hiscock.
“Gray?” I asked.
It was hard to believe howlucky I’dgotten. My hookups never looked like this, and if theydid, their faceusually fell when they saw my skinny ass standing on the other side of thedoor.
This guy’s pretty blueeyes lit up at the sound of what I assumed was his name.
“Hi there,” he said, voicelow and rough and doing allkindsof things to the pit of my stomach. “You must beMiles.”
“I must be.”
I must be?
Way to sound like an assholein front of the most beautiful man I’d seen in recent memory. A beautiful man who’dcome here looking for sex.
Sex I was suddenly desperateto have with him.
What had started as a needfor company and contact that I would’ve liked to pretend didn’t exist was now aglowing coal ofwantin my gut. A burning ember of desire forthisman. He’dsaid two words and I was already thinking about how much I wanted his cock inmy mouth.
That’d make this easier. I’dnever really gotten the hang of casual sex with strangers, even though it wasthe only kind I’d had in years. I only did it when the loneliness got to be toomuch, when I just needed someone to touch me.
I could already tell thiswas going to be different.
“Think I could come in?”Gray asked, glancing past me into the room beyond. The hotel was barely a blockfrom my apartment, a habit I’d gotten into after the first time I’d done thisin someoneelse’shotel room.
Hotel rooms offered a senseof anonymity. Like it wasn’treallyme being desperate and broken and needy, itwas just a part I was playing for the night.
“Of course.” I stepped backfrom the door, my cheeks heating as he squeezed past me, two hundred pounds orso of solid muscle. The heat rolling off him was incredible.
The door closed with a sharpclick, making me jump.
Get a grip, Miles.Highlystrung much?
Nervousness was probablynormal, but I hated to show it. Iwantedto seem confident.
“How much preamble were youthinking of?” Gray asked.
Straight to the point. Maybethat should have seemed callous, but I was relieved. At leastoneof uswas going to treat this like the quick fuck it was meant to be.
I couldn’t help thinkingabout all the things this man could have done to me. He could have thrown meover his shoulder and dragged me off to his cave to have his way with me. Hecould have lifted me clear off the ground and fucked me standing in the middleof the room.
I wished I could trust himenough tolethim. But we’d met twenty minutes ago, and I was never going tosee him again. Trust took a lot longer than that to build.
While I was busy thinkingabout it, he closed the gap between us and reached out to my already-loosenedtie. “Iknow I’m a big guy,” he said, lowering his voice to an intimate murmur. “So letme know if I get too rough. Not planning on hurting you.”
That, for some reason, wasenough to remind me where I kept all my confidence.
I reached out, curling myhands around his shoulders and pushing him back until he hit the wall with agrunt.
Then, I dropped to my knees.
