The campaign event is being held in the hockey arena downtown. The ice has been covered and the space redesigned as it often is for concerts, with a stage on one side and seats in lines down on the floor.The space for reporters is right up front near the stage, but when I first arrive, I hover near
My heart stops for one solid second before it abruptly starts again, beating quickly out of control.Miles just… blew a kiss at me?Everyone saw the action. The reporters around me are buzzing, their heads turning this way and that. Their eyes scan over the crowd behind us. They don’t look at me. Th
I roll my eyes at him. “You are incorrigible.”“Yeah,” he replies. He lets his hand drop. “But you like that about me.”Curse it all, I do. He’s a challenge, always keeping me on my toes, always holding me on the edge of desire. Most of the time, I’m toppling, not knowing where I’m going to fall nex
A loud knock sounds on the door. Startled, Miles and I jump away from each other just as the door opens.The assistant stands outside, but I can see him glancing at us through the reflection in the mirror.“Sir,” he says. “It’s time.”“Thank you, Wendell,” Miles says. Glancing at the mirror himself,
At my husband's promotion party to CEO, I accidentally saw my sister Thea's leg rubbing suggestively against his suit pants. She was in a mini skirt with sheer black stockings showing off her slim legs. Ane me? As a 34-year-old stay-at-home mom, I was stuck in a conservative, oversized coat to a
My heartbeat thunders in my ears. Every inch of my skin touching his warms pleasantly, and so do my cheeks, once I realize how long I’ve been staring. I push against this man’s rock-hard chest, but he doesn’t loosen his hold. “Let me go,” I say once, and then again louder, to be heard over the p
Miles complies at once. Crashing our lips together, he easily coaxes my mouth open and licks his tongue inside. He hobbles over to the bed, then slowly lowers me down onto it, all without breaking our kiss. We come up for air a moment, and use that time to reposition ourselves. I elbow my way up t
“Tell me everything,” Cynthia says as she bursts like a whirlwind through my front door. Garnar left for work with zero explanation about his reasoning for neither of us to go to Father’s golf event. I was so annoyed, that I needed someone to vent to. Two minutes into a phone conversation, Cynthia