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"Wasn't planning on it."

I stop trying to be quiet. I stop trying to be anything.

"Ohhhh… Fuck yes."

I pull his hair and ride his mouth and tell him exactly what I want in words I've never said out loud, and every filthy instruction makes him hungrier, faster, more desperate to deliver.

This enormous, patient man is coming apart between my thighs because of me.

The orgasm hits like an avalanche.

It rolls up my spine and explodes, and I come with his name breaking in my throat, thighs clamping around his head while he works me through every wave, refusing to lift his mouth until I'm shaking and pushing weakly at his shoulders.

I lie there, wrecked, staring at the timber beams while snow falls silently past the window.

I have never come like that. Not once. Not with Brett, not alone, not in the fantasies I ran in this exact shower.

Maybe I was never the problem.

The thought arrives so clear and so enormous it almost makes me cry.

Miles climbs up my body and kisses me deeply, holding my cheek and rolling his tongue over mine, letting me taste myself on his mouth. Then I become extremely aware of the hard, heavy weight of his groin pressing against my hip through his pants.

I reach between us and open his belt before he can object.

"Audrey—"

"My turn." I get his zipper down, slide my hand inside, and wrap my fingers around him.

Oh.

Oh my God.

Miles Stratton's cock is incredible.

He's huge, thick and hot and impossibly hard, heavy in my palm, silk over steel with a bead of moisture already gathering at the tip. My fingers don't fully close around him. I pull him free of his pants just to look, and looking does not help, because he's gorgeous and enormous and pulsing against my hand, and my whole body clenches around nothing.

"Christ," Miles breathes as I stroke him, slow, watching the muscles in his throat tighten and his composure crack. "Audrey."

"Mm?"

His hips push into my grip once, involuntary, and then he catches my eyes.

"Are you sure?"

And I hesitate for just a tiny flicker while my brain checks in with the wedding I haven't answered for. And the phone I haven't looked at. And the burning smoke of the life still burning behind me.

Miles closes his hand gently around mine, lifts it off him. He kisses my knuckles, and tucks himself back into his pants while I look up at him.

"What are you doing? I want to—"

"You hesitated."

"For a second—"

"That's one second more than I need." He settles beside me and pulls the blanket over us. "I don't need payment for making you feel good, sweetheart. That's not how this works. You want my cock some other night, you tell me with that filthy mouth I just discovered. Tonight I'm perfectly capable of surviving by just laying beside you with blue balls."

I can't help but laugh, and my heart cracks open at the same time, because he's lying there painfully hard, and he took the option off the table himself.