Just as they climbed in their camper and drove away, another two vans pulled up, and I sighed. Summertime was the worst for big groups, and it meant I’d have to clean the bathrooms extra. But still I spent the rest of the day with a dumb grin on my face that even whining kids and a late afternoon rush couldn’t dim.
I had a not-a-date with a hot lawyer, and I couldn’t wait.
Miller’s apartmentbuilding was a red brick three-story building with white trim around the windows and the entrance. It wasn’t super fancy, but it was still nicer than anything Goose Run had to offer. I smoothed down the front of my good button-down and ran my hands through my hair in an effort to make it sit nice, which was dumb. It wasn’t like Miller would care what I was wearing. He’d seen me in my work clothes, and he’d seemed to like me just fine. Besides, if things went the way I hoped, soon I wouldn’t be wearing anything at all.
He’d texted me his address this morning and asked if I had any food allergies. I couldn’t decide if that was him being considerate or if he was trying to avoid future lawsuits for feeding me something potentially deadly. Both, probably.
I stood staring up at the building for another minute, nerves and excitement dancing under my skin, before I took a deep breath and walked into the foyer. I climbed the staircase to the second floor and followed the directions Miller had given me to his apartment. I knocked on the door, and it flew open and Miller stood there. “Hey,” he said, giving me a bright smile. “You found it.”
He wasn’t wearing a suit this time. He was wearing skinny jeans and a Ramones T-shirt that hugged his biceps and he was barefoot, and let me tell you, he looked just as good dressed down as he did dressed up. I looked him up and down, not bothering to be subtle. “You look hot.” No point beating around the bush, right?
“Thanks.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You too.”
He moved aside to let me in, and as I stepped past him and into his apartment, I caught a whisper of cologne, something woody and rich. It was good to know I wasn’t the only one who’d put in some effort. It reassured me that this thing went both ways.
The apartment wasn’t very big, but it was modern and airy and cleaner than anywhere I’d ever lived. Miller led me into the kitchen and handed me a cold beer. I grabbed it gratefully and took a swallow. The icy liquid hit the back of my throat and I let out an appreciative hum. Normally my beer tastes ran to“whatever’s on sale” but this was actuallygood. When I lowered the bottle, I caught Miller watching me, his gaze fixed on my Adam’s apple.
Okay then.
I raised my bottle and gave him a teasing grin, and Miller shrugged and flashed me a filthy-sexy smile of his own, one that was all heat and promise. Then he deliberately cupped the front of his jeans, showcasing the bulge there, andwhoa. I’d thought competent, professional Miller was hot—but flirty, dirty Miller? That was a whole other level of hot, and I needed more of it, like, right now.
And I needed a closer look at what Miller was packing in those jeans. I took another swig then set my bottle on the counter and took a step toward him. “You know,” I said, my voice rough, “maybe we could skip dinner and go straight to dessert.”
Miller set his bottle down next to mine and there it was again, that teasing smile. “I like this plan.” He moved so I was backed against the counter and stepped right into the vee of my thighs, his body radiating heat. His face was so close to mine that we were breathing the same cologne-spiced air, and I took a shaky breath, overwhelmed at his closeness. He licked his lips, leaned forward, and rasped out, “You sure about this?”
He thought he needed toask? I mean, consent was sexy and all, and I appreciated the gesture, but I’d come over here with the intention of getting railed, and I had no plans to back out now.
I cupped his face in my palms, looked him in the eye, and said, “Miller, you can do whatever the fuck you want as long as I get to see you naked in the next five minutes.” And then I kissed him, slow and syrupy, plunging my tongue into his mouth. I slid my palms down his back to cup his ass and pull him closer and then rolled my hips. The long, hard line of his dick pressedagainst mine, and maybe it was because it had been so long since I’d seen any action, but even through two layers of denim it feltin-fucking-credible.
Miller pulled back, his face flushed and a gleam in his eye, and growled out, “What I want is to strip you naked, pin you to the bed, and fuck you stupid. You good with that?”
Holy shit. Sensible Lawyer Miller had left the building and been replaced by bossy, hot-as-fuck Miller—and I was here for it.
“Sofucking good,” I said, my arousal surging. I stripped my shirt off over my head and dropped it on the kitchen floor, then kicked off my sneakers. “Where’s the bed?”
Miller grinned and grabbed my hand, leading the way into a compact bedroom that had been decorated in soft grays. I didn’t pay too much mind to the decor, more interested in the big bed with black and navy comforter that dominated the small space and Miller’s presence right next to me. I tugged at his hand and he paused and turned to me. I reeled him in close, tangling my free hand in his dark locks as our mouths clashed in a hungry, heated kiss.
Miller moaned against my mouth and ran his hands down my sides and across my back like he was trying to touch every inch of my bare skin. A shiver ran through me when he flicked the button on my jeans undone and eased my zipper down.
I broke the kiss long enough to tug at the collar of his tee, and he got the hint and peeled his shirt off. He stripped all the way down to his boxer briefs with no hesitation, and I wasn’t even subtle when I checked him out. He had a covering of dark hair on his chest, decent muscle definition, and thick thighs, and of course there was that tantalizing bulge in his underwear.
“Hell yeah,” I said, shoving my own jeans down and stepping out of them.
Miller let his gaze roam over me, his eyes going dark, and then he was right up in my space, holding my hips as he steeredme backward to the bed. I hit the side of the mattress and fell backward. He followed me onto the bed, a solid weight on top of me as he kissed me again. His chest hair scraped against the sensitive skin of my pecs and the thin cotton of our underwear rubbed as he rocked against me. His dick dragged along the length of mine, making my hips stutter upward as I chased more friction. I shoved a hand between us, but my knuckles had barely brushed his cock before he caught my hand in his, grasping my wrists and pinning them over my head.
“Uh-uh,” he murmured in my ear. “Pin you down and fuck you stupid, remember?”
Why the fuck was bossy Miller so hot? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. Ididknow that I didn’t want it to stop, so I nodded obediently.
“Good,” he said softly. His breath was hot against my skin as he kissed his way along my collarbone, the delicate press of his lips enough to have me squirming beneath him. He continued to rock against me, and the heat and friction when our cocks rubbed together sent shock waves running through me. I let out a low groan and he lifted his head long enough to give me a smug grin before rolling off to one side, releasing his grip on my wrists.
The sound I made wasn’t a whine. It wasn’t.
Miller gave a low laugh and slipped his thumbs into the elastic of his boxer briefs and slid them down, kicking them off the side of the bed. Then he tugged at the waist of my underwear. I lifted my hips off the bed and he pulled them down and off, leaving us both naked with my hard, leaking cock on display.
He grasped my hips and moved me so I was lying on the bed properly. Then he looked me slowly up and down, the hunger clear in his gaze. Something about having him look at me that way made my cock even harder, precum dripping from the head. Miller reached out and ran a single fingertip along the length of my shaft, and then he wrapped his hand around it and strokedme a couple of times. Every nerve in my body lit up, and I let out a filthy noise. Miller grinned and rolled away for a second. He came back holding lube and a condom in his hand. He moved down the bed and settled himself between my legs, pressing at the inside of my thighs until I spread them wider for him. He ran a hand down over my chest and belly, his touch setting off sparks, before popping the cap on the lube and slicking up his fingers.
He slid a fingertip along my crack before circling my hole, his touch firm as he pressed forward. I let out a soft grunt at the sensation of his fingertip sinking into me, and he paused for a second. But when I rolled my hips, chasing more, he got with the program and started opening my ass properly, the momentary sting melting into pleasure as he stretched my rim and added a second finger. My knees fell open when he touched my prostate, making my cock pulse, and I reached down to stroke myself. He didn’t stop me this time, thank fuck, and between him teasing my ass and my own hand on my cock, it wasn’t long before I was a panting, squirming mess, desperate for him to fuck me.
