It’s so incredibly soft but hard all the same.
I run my tongue over the opening, and he flinches, strong legs tensing with every flicker I make.
“London, baby, fuck.”
“Good morning, sir.”
I lift the sheet to see narrowed blue eyes. But despite the apparent hour, they’re lined with mirth.
“Come here, brat,” he rasps.
“Nope.” I pop thepand sink my mouth over his tip, letting the sheet fall back down around me.
The sheet flies off my back and hands slide under my arms, hauling me up. “That’s an order, beautiful.”
“I’m ignoring your orders today, Cap.”
I chuckle, dipping my head so my hair curtains our faces as they almost touch. Nipping his bottom lip, I spring from the bed and rush for the kitchen.
“Oh, London, now you are in so much trouble,” he rumbles, padding into the living room. Naked. Absolutely strung out.
Perfect.
I duck behind the kitchen counter and grip the edge.
Petal lifts her head from her bed and blinks before tucking her head back under her leg. She is unfazed by our little game. I have no idea where I was going with this, but Miles chasing me sends a special kind of thrill through me.
“I catch you, I fuck you, London.”
My breaths crash out.
I’m going to hold him to that.
I make a run for the couch, and he tries to cut me off. I escape his hold, giggling like an idiot the entire way.
I put the long seat between us. “Come on, sir. Gotta be quicker than that.”
He folds his arms over his chest and widens his stance like he does at work when he staring down a challenge.
Today that’s me. I’m his challenge.
And I fucking love it.
We stare each other down when I realize I have little room to play here. My options to get around him and make it to the bathroom, or anywhere else for that matter, are limited.
So, I change my tactic.
He wants to catch me. I want him. Period.
I step away from the couch, testing his reaction. When he doesn’t move, I step forward.
“Come here, London. Now.” The gravel lining his voice sends a shiver through me.
I shake my head, but I have no intention of running this time.
Instead, I drop to my knees.
His head tilts, his jaw feathering.
