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Unveiled (One Night #3) Page 124
Author: Jodi Ellen Malpas

‘You still fascinate me, Miller Hart.’ She reaches up and toys with my earlobe, not making a big deal of her victory. ‘A little trim.’

I sigh, knowing I’m being over the top but finding it difficult to reason with myself. ‘I love you, too. Let me taste you.’

She obliges, worming her way between me and the sink, and lets me take my time indulging in her. ‘I need to get to work.’ She disturbs my bliss, pulling back and pecking me on the nose.

‘Noted,’ I relent dejectedly. ‘Me and my boy are going to see Nan after I pick him up from school.’

‘Great.’

‘Then we’re going to that silly therapist’s office.’

She smiles brightly and cuddles me fiercely. ‘Thank you.’

I don’t argue. I might make a fuss of it, but I can’t deny that I enjoy my time with my boy while we’re there. ‘Will you dance with me before you go?’

‘Here?’

‘No.’ I take her hand, loving the curiosity on her face, and lead her up to the club.

‘I need to get to work, Miller,’ she insists on a laugh, telling me she’s in no rush. Not that it matters. She doesn’t have a choice. She should know that by now. So I ignore her and place her accurately in the middle of the dance floor when we arrive there, brushing her hair over her shoulders, before making my way to the DJ stand, immediately frowning at the millions of switches and buttons.

‘Shit!’ I curse under my breath, pressing and flicking everything in sight until the speakers come to life. ‘What mood are you in, sweet girl?’ I call, scanning the lists of endless tracks on the computer screen.

‘Give me something energetic. I have a long day.’

‘As you wish,’ I say to myself, spotting the perfect track. I smile and load it up, then slowly raise my bent body as MGMT’s “Electric Feel” fills the main floor of my club. She’s grinning. It’s the most beautiful sight, but her mouth is the only thing she’s moving, and it will be until I make it to her. She knows.

I hold her breathtaking sapphire eyes as I step down from the booth, then stalk slowly towards her. God bless her, those dainty shoulders are twitching, dying to start pulsing with the music, but she won’t. I’m taking my time, as I always do. Her chin drops a little and her lips part, her eyes hooded, her eyelashes fluttering.

She wants to tell me to hurry the hell up, but again, she won’t. Savoured. Never rushed. And I’m savouring every nanosecond it takes me to reach her, drinking in pure, raw, exquisite beauty as I do.

‘Miller,’ she breathes, her voice drenched in sex, want, lust, impatience.

‘Let me have my time with you, sweet girl.’ I make it to her and push my whole front into hers, feeling her heart beating, steady and strong.

I slide my arm around her tiny waist and tug, sealing us, and nearly explode with happiness when she gives me a coy smile, looking up at me. ‘Are you ready to let me worship you on the dance floor?’ I ask.

‘So ready.’

I return her smile, holding on to her with one arm, letting my other relax by my side. Her arms, though, go straight for my neck, circling and pulling my face closer to hers as I begin to teasingly thrust my groin into her tummy in time to the beat. She’ll be naked on the floor by the end of this track. My cock’s throbbing, shouting at me to make it happen soon.

I widen my stance and bend my knees a little so I can accommodate the closeness of our faces, and she responds by beginning to follow the grinding of my hips, making sure our groins are touching at all times.

My smile widens as I gaze into her eyes, holding her tightly as we remain on the spot, until I step back and she follows, her upper body falling into a delicious rhythm, swaying with me from side to side. ‘Tell me this is worth being late for,’ I breathe down on her, thrusting my hips forward harshly when she delays her answer. ‘Tell me.’

Her lips slightly purse, her eyes narrowing. ‘Are you going to add this to your daily obsessive habits?’

I grin. ‘Might do.’

‘That means yes.’

I laugh and twirl us around, breaking our joined bodies and claiming her hand. She yelps on a giggle as I yank her into me until we’re nose to nose and unmoving, the music still in full swing. ‘Correct.’ I smash my lips to hers, stealing her breath, and mine, too, for that matter, then throw her out on a spin, her gorgeous blonde hair fanning out and whipping the air around her. She laughs, she smiles, her sapphire eyes glimmer relentlessly, and I once again appreciate how fucking lucky I am. There’s not a scrap of darkness in my world anymore. There’s nothing but blinding light. And it’s all because of this beautiful creature.

My thoughts leave my concentration lacking in the dancing department and I pull her in once more, throwing my arms around her, needing our thing. I don’t release her for a long, long time, and she doesn’t complain. My reality often hits me like an iron bar to the face, quickly having me check everything around me is real and mine. My thing is the best way. Problem is, no amount of time with her safe in my arms is long enough. Not even forever. Or an eternity.

The music drifts into nothing, but I remain holding her tightly, still swaying us from side to side. She doesn’t complain, and I know she won’t prompt me to release her, so I swallow down some strength and break away from her. ‘Get to work, sweet girl,’ I whisper in her ear, smacking her bottom to send her on her way. It takes all of my strength to remain where I am and not chase her down, as it always does. I try to ignore the ache in my heart that descends quickly as she gets farther and farther away from me. I try. And fail every time. I won’t be complete again until she’s back in my sight or in my thing.

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