He guides us toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the future ice rink. A few workers still linger outside, but most of the crew has already left for the day. We have a small window of time before the night shift arrives.
“Spread your legs and kneel on the bench,” he commands softly from behind me.
He pulls out my ponytail, letting my hair tumble over my shoulders. I shiver at the sensation.
“Look at you, sugar,” he murmurs. “Confident. Gorgeous. No goddess in history could compete with your presence.”
A shiver rolls through me at the compliment. How does he come up with these things?
“Put your hands behind your back and lace your fingers together.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before blowing cool air against my skin. Goose bumps erupt down my spine.
“Are you ready, sugar?”
“So ready,” I pant.
“Fuck, yes,” he says while undoing the buttons of my white silk shirt.
“Red lace today?” His rough, calloused fingers trail over the tops of my breasts.
My head falls back, my resolve weakening with every touch.
I hear his tool belt hit the ground with a heavy thud. A second later, the sound of his belt buckle and zipper sends anticipation rushing straight to my core.
“Let’s see how wet you are for me today, sugar.”
I feel him kneel behind me, his hands gliding up my thighs.
“Please, Miles,” I beg, no longer caring who might hear us.
“Please what, boss?” he murmurs. “Ask nicely, and you’ll get whatever you want.”
He slides my thong to the side, and I shiver when I feel his breath against me.
“You smell so fucking good, Penélope,” he groans. “I wish I could bottle it up and sniff it anytime I want.”
Before I can process his words, his mouth is on me, his tongue licking and teasing my clit.
I lose my balance, and with my hands pinned behind my back, I have nothing to catch myself with. I tighten my core to steady myself as pleasure shoots through me.
“That feels so good,” I say, greedily grinding my pussy against his tongue.
“Do you want to come quickly, boss?” he says against me. “I’ll allow it today. Let everyone see how completely you fall apart for me.”
He slides two fingers inside me while keeping relentless pressure on my clit.
I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth, the sensation almost too intense to bear. The dangerous thrill of knowing someone could see us sends me spiraling even faster.
“Miles… Fuck, Miles,” I groan as pleasure crashes through me, so powerful it leaves my entire body shaking.
By the time the trembling finally eases, I feel Miles rise to his feet. A moment later, he steps in front of me.
“Fuck,” he says with a stunned grin. “I didn’t know you could squirt.”
A startled laugh escapes me as realization settles in. “I didn’t know I could do that either,” I admit honestly.
“I guess you just needed the right partner.” He winks before leaning down to kiss me deeply.
