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Her head tips back until her gaze meets mine. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure as my fingers hook inside her, at that rough spot that makes her squeal, but her voice is crystal clear when she answers me.
“I trust you.”
“Thank you, babe.” I press my lips to hers, devouring her, tasting her as my fingers fuck her sweet pussy.
The car is filled with the sound of our combined moans, my fingers bringing Willa to climax as her thighs clamp shut, trapping my wrist so all I can do is massage her inner walls as she cries out her release.
“You’re not done yet, baby.”
Willa
What does he mean I’m not done? I’m lying splayed out on the warm leather seats of a Russian Pakhan’s private car with my climax on my thighs. My brain is addled and I should ask Mad Dog why he’s wriggling back there, moving his warm, hard body until I’m on my back in the backseat, legs akimbo.
“Oh I am so. Not. Done. With. You.” Miles drops a kiss between my wet thighs between each muttered word, his beard brushing my overly-sensitive lips.
“Miles,” I gasp when his tongue licks me from asshole to clit. “Holy shit.”
My body feels like it’s touched a live wire; everything is buzzing, alive, alight with more than just pleasure. I feel…worshipped. Precious. Treasured. This is more than what Miles and I shared previously. This is different, because we are different.
“Please, Miles.”
His dark gaze looks up at me from my core where he laps at me, holding me captive with his large hands gripping my hips. He plunges deep inside me before suckling gently, rhythmically at my clit, the sounds of his mouth on me obscene in the back seat of this car where I am most definitely making a mess and I don’t care. I can’t. Not when I’m held captive by the look in Miles’ eyes. The one that tells me exactly how he feels. I can only hope he can see the same reflected in mine. And in that moment, when my gaze searches his, is where I fall.
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“Do you think he heard anything?” I whisper, too afraid to ruin the peaceful silence Miles and I are enveloped in.
He chuckles, burying his face in my soft stomach. He’s still between my splayed legs, face pressed against my belly, his rough fingers drawing patterns on my exposed thighs.
“Babe, with how loud you were moaning, he definitely heard us.”
He snorts and raises his hand when I try to slap him upside the head. “Miles!” I hiss before covering my face in my hands. “I can’t believe you ate me out in the back of Roman’s car.”
He gasps dramatically, “Eating out is so crude! I made love to you, Willa. With my mouth.” He wriggles his brows and I can’t help the snort that flies out of me.
“You’re a dork.”
“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” He grins up at me before grimacing. “Are we too old to be dorks?”
I think for a moment. “I’m not. You might be.” I snort and then break out into giggles when Miles blows a raspberry on my belly.
“Shit.” Miles sits up, pulling his phone from inside his tux jacket, looking at the screen. “It’s Marx.”
Instead of answering it he presses a kiss to my mound before flicking my dress down.
“Yeah?”
I sit up, smoothing my clothes back into place and trying not to listen in to Miles’ conversation. A bit hard given that Marx is damn near yelling down the phone, but I look out the window, watching the Rose Grove street lights flash past.
“Chewy needs to sit this one out…she just had a damn baby…yeah.” He swipes the screen before pocketing his phone.
“I really liked it when you both said goodbye,” I sass.
“I promise I will always say goodbye to you.” He sits next to me, wrapping an arm over my shoulders, pulling me close. “So, how do you feel about joining in on a little light information gathering?”
“Hmm, does this light information gathering use fists?”
“Maybe some knives,” he says all nonchalantly.
