Running From Forever (11 page)

His hands went to work at the same pace as mine,
unzipping the back of my pencil skirt and pulling my blouse over my
chest and head. I could hardly wait for my skirt to fall before I
found myself jumping up into his arms, letting my legs wrap firmly
around his waist. Miles’ body didn’t teeter backwards; it was ready
and waiting, catching me deftly and grasping my ass with his hands.
He was ready…as was I.

Miles carried me inside, our mouths back
together, devouring each other. As he carried me down the hallway,
I worked with the buttons on his shirt, managing to fully expose
his chest by the time we reached the bedroom. With my back to the
bed, he slowly laid me down, his body remaining close to mine. Now
firmly pressed into the pillows, I removed the rest of his shirt,
pushing it down and off his arms. Miles was completely bared from
his waist up, revealing a toned, broad stature above me. It felt
incredible, too incredible; it was almost too good to be true. I
was in sheer bliss. This was heaven coated with hunger.

With no sense of control remaining, I was at a
loss as his mouth traveled downwards, showing each area of my body
the perfect amount of attention—my neck, my breasts, the dip of my
belly button… Miles knew what he was doing; he knew exactly which
areas to focus on more than others. It was like he already knew my
body and where I liked to be teased the most. By the time he
reached the hem of my panties I was flooded, positively boiling
with passion. I needed relief. I needed him inside of me.

He nipped between my legs with his mouth on the
outside of my panties, teasing me before resting back and standing
at the bottom of the bed. I came up to my elbows. I knew what was
coming, and wasn’t about to miss it. Compliments of me, his pants
were already unbuckled and slid down with ease. Next came his
briefs, and then the impressive package underneath. I couldn’t stay
away, moving up to my knees. He licked his lips and grinned when he
knew what I was doing. He stood there calmly, freely waiting as I
made my way to the edge, my teeth clamped down on my lip, and pulse
throbbing between my legs. He was beautiful. I needed to have my
way with him. I needed to pleasure him just as he’d been doing to
me.

I crawled over on my hands and knees and watched
as he lifted his cock so that it slid into my mouth with
simplicity. It was hot, like a cat on all fours claiming her prey.
But I needed my hand, he was too long to take fully to the base.
Keeping my mouth secure around his cock, I repositioned myself so I
was kneeling, freeing my hand to work the base of his shaft. He
offered no resistance, moaning each time the tip hit the back of my
throat. He was big, very well-endowed, causing my body to crave him
even more.

“Ah, fuck, beautiful,” he groaned, his tone
edged with thirst. He was moving towards climaxing and as much as I
wanted him inside of me, I also wanted him to mark me, to claim my
mouth. He pushed back quickly, avoiding the fall before walking
over to the nightstand to get a condom.

I remained positioned at the bottom of the bed,
on my knees, watching. Naked Miles was a sight to see; one that I’d
liked imprinted in my memory. Clothed he was gorgeous. Naked he was
flawless.

Miles met me at the edge; condom in hand. He
licked his lips before handing me the square package and saying in
a low, seductive tone, “the final say is yours.”

He was leaving the final step to me, respecting
my body and putting the ball in my court. It was up to me how the
night concluded. I was the one that decided the level our
relationship went. I couldn’t withhold. I couldn’t stop now. My
body was in overdrive—throbbing, burning, raging with need. I’d
need a freezing glass of water poured over my head to stop. Miles
was naked, available, and unmistakably ready.

With my eyes on his, I tore the package open,
pulling the lubed latex free and rolling it over his length with
aching slowness. He waited until it was fully sheathed before
pulling my face up to his, placing his mouth over mine, this time
less aggressively. He worked his tongue slowly and rhythmically,
savoring each movement made, more passion transferred each and
every time. I was consumed, my heart pumping and fluttering quicker
than I could handle. I was at Miles’ mercy, engulfed within his
emotion, completely and entirely his.

We slowly inched backwards, his body enveloping
mine as he laid me down. I was so wet that his cock slid in with no
resistance. The friction was breathtaking—it’d been so long for me
that my walls were tightly wrapped around him, making the
sensitivity incredible. Our pleasured moans filled the room,
voicing the ecstasy our bodies were building. Miles took his time,
keeping a steady pace as his mouth sensually moved from my lips to
my neck to my ear and then back to my mouth, whispering and moaning
sweet nothings as he did. Miles was a passionate lover, and I was
loving every second of it.

It was after midnight by the time Miles
walked me home. The level of intimacy between us had grown leaps
and bounds from our last walk. His arm was now wrapped firmly
around my shoulder with my arms linked securely around his waist;
he kissed the top of my head periodically. We were officially an
item, joyfully walking the streets of Manhattan together.

Madison was already asleep on the pullout couch
when I walked into the apartment. I had called earlier in the day,
notifying her of my plans after work. I had offered an invitation
of meeting us at the bar, but she declined. I wasn’t sure if she
was still mad or just didn’t feel like it. We were on opposite ends
of the spectrum right now. I wasn’t sure what she was expecting to
get out of this visit to New York and realized I was completely
unaware of her plans. I would ask tomorrow and try to get
reacquainted with the sister I was discovering I didn’t know very
much about.

***

I dragged ass getting
out of bed the next morning. I was sore. I couldn’t believe it. I
hadn’t been that sore from sex since I had lost my virginity. I
smiled, realizing I did okay with abstinence for a while. To be
frank, my sex life plummeted with Trevor, and when I left him, we
hadn’t slept together in months. I guess that should’ve been the
first indication that our relationship was failing. I was a sexual
person, so when I didn’t have the desire to be intimate with
Trevor, a huge red flag should’ve been waving violently in front of
me. I hadn’t noticed, though, I guess I was too comfortable and
settled into a routine.

I wasn’t going to dwell on it; my life had made
a positive turn. I had everything going in for me. There were no
complaints. I was alive and living in The City That Never Sleeps,
my heaven on earth. I had a job and even a new boyfriend to show
for my first week on my own. Even though my heart did ache for
Trevor from time to time, I couldn’t let it stand in my way. Yeah,
it may sound selfish, but I couldn’t put my life on hold for
something I couldn’t feel in my heart. Yes, there was love that I
carried for Trevor, but not the passion and devotion that I knew I
needed to make it work. It was over and I had to leave it at
that.

There was no time to blow out my hair and curl
it like I had the last few days, so I pulled it back wet into a
tight, sleek bun. I liked my hair like that because I felt very
professional chic, but had a feeling that someone else would
disapprove. I put on wide-legged black pants and a fitted white
shirt neatly tucked at the waist. I finished with black stud
earrings, a matching necklace, and shiny, pointy-toed heels. I was
getting to the end of all the new sophisticated clothes that I had
purchased prior to moving. Thankfully today was pay day, warranting
a much needed shopping trip this weekend.

Since I was running a few minutes behind, the
elevator opened to an empty car. I wasn’t surprised. I was late.
Not the best morning after greeting, but it was out of my hands; it
was what it was. Sami was behind the desk, cheerful as always. I
smiled, greeting her with a quick, “Good morning.” She did the
same, answering the next phone call already coming in. The office
was buzzing with people everywhere. I couldn’t understand why,
thinking maybe that was just how Fridays were. I wasn’t sitting in
my chair for two seconds before Connie called me from her
office.

I hurried in.
I couldn’t be in trouble
already.
Although I was running a few minutes behind my normal
schedule, I was still on time to work.

“I was just informed that you’re attending the
gala tonight?” she snipped, bypassing any formal greeting.

The gala! I forgot all about it!
That’s
why the office rang of chaos—tonight was the gala that Miles
mentioned ETV hosted every year. Paranoia struck, realizing that I
had nothing the least bit formal or elegant to wear to it.

“Yes,” I answered, ignoring the bile churning in
my stomach and threatening to push up. “I was asked to attend.”

“This is a high profile event. Did my brother
share that with you?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t sure what she was
implying, but I was growing irritated with her tone. Clearly she
wasn’t enthused with my attendance.

“No, I wasn’t given many details, but I can
assure you I would never make the company look bad.”

She snorted. “I wasn’t implying your wardrobe. I
was speaking of your relationship with Miles.”

I looked at her, puzzled. What did my
relationship with Miles have to do with anything?

“I’m not sure the relevance it has on the
evening?” I asked, eyebrows raised in question.

“Let’s get something clear,” she started, taking
her glasses off and resting her elbows on her desk, leaning
forward. “Miles doesn’t date, he doesn’t bring women to events, and
he sure as hell doesn’t get involved with women from work. I’m not
sure what he’s trying to pull bringing you tonight and carrying on
like he has been for all to see, but I’m watching. Very, very
closely.”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was
frozen. I wasn’t sure what she was implying or if, in fact, Miles
did have something up his sleeve. I knew nothing. All I knew was
how Miles acted around me, and it didn’t feel staged, forced, or
for public show. It was pure, honest, and something I couldn’t be
blind to.

“Watch yourself,” she said, pointing her glasses
at me. “Clearly you’re just as lost as I am.”

Was I lost? Was I seeing things one-sided? No. I
couldn’t be. I knew no one there. I wouldn’t be of good use in any
private mission Miles might have. If I was, in fact, for show, or a
doll he played with, he wouldn’t make extra time for me, or hang
out at McShane’s when he could be sipping fancy champagne with any
high rolling female he wanted.
I
was what he chose.
I
was the one he liked to spend time with it. It was real.

I didn’t know how to answer, the only words I
could manage were garbled thanks. I wasn’t sure what I was thanking
her for, though. Raining on my parade? Telling me that my boyfriend
could have alterative motives for dating me? I shook my head at the
thought.

“You may leave a couple hours early to prepare
yourself. I have a feeling you’ll be needing it.”

Bitch!
This time I wouldn’t respond. I
could feel the anger building. I needed to be done before I said
something I would regret. Instead, I nodded my head with a tight
smile before exiting her office.

Even though the office was a whirlwind of crazy,
preparing for the event that evening, I wasn’t affected by it.
Prior to my starting at ETV, Arianna, Connie’s previous assistant,
took care of hiring an event coordinator and delegating duties to
current employees, so Connie didn’t have to worry about her new
assistant fucking it all up.
Thank God.
I was grateful for
Arianna. I had no clue who she was, but I was appreciating her
today for sure.