This pillow is the softest thing I’ve ever had my face smashed into.

You wouldn’t think that would be the tell tale sign that clues me in that I’m not at home but as I burrow my face deeper into the silky fabric, all I’m thinking is these are not the bargain sheets I bought at Walmart.

I tentatively open one eye and am rewarded with a brass band playing right in the center of my skull.

“Have mercy.” I clutch my head with both hands and attempt to retreat back under the covers. But I can’t escape the thing that woke me. Is that bacon? The sweet smell convinces me that leaving the cocoon of the covers is worth it.

I'm willing to brave the unknown for bacon.

I sit up gingerly holding my head. What did I do last night? I’m currently occupying a massive bed amidst a jumble of pillows. The predominant colors are navy blue accented with silver. Aside from the pile of pillows and linens next to me it’s clean and ruthlessly organized. When I close my eyes I get a flash of memory, my arms around Milo’s neck as he placed me on the bed.

This is Milo’s room. I’m in his bed.

Which means he saw you drunk and out of control last night.

Great.

As embarrassing as this is, I’m not going to hide in the bedroom all day. It’s a workday so I have to get it together. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand carefully. The room swirls for a moment and then comes into focus. How much did I have to drink last night? Bits and pieces float through my memory but nothing concrete. Ariana figures prominently in the memories I do have so I decide this situation is entirely her fault. Especially since the only way I could have ended up with Milo is if she called him. There’s no way he’d have known where we were otherwise.

I shake my head. The girl has balls. She wouldn’t have called him if she hadn’t known I’d be completely safe with him but still. After hearing what happened in Vegas, she’s got all her money on Team Milo, no matter how many times I tell her this is just a temporary thing. This is her way of pushing the issue.

Then I’m hit with another memory of being sprawled over his lap in the cab. My head falls forward. I’m going to have to face him after I practically humped his leg on the way here.

I’m wearing only my bra and panties so he must have undressed me before leaving me to sleep. There’s a sweatshirt at the foot of the bed so I pull that on and then venture out to find the source of that amazing smell.

Milo’s back is to me when I enter the kitchen so I take a moment to admire a truly spectacular ass covered in black boxer-briefs. How the hell did he hide that ass under those tailored suits all this time? I was probably too distracted by the rest of him to notice but now that it’s on display and waggling in my face, I’m going to enjoy the view. I stifle a giggle when the music blaring from his phone registers.

“Does Wallace know you’re a Justin Bieber fan?” My smile widens when his ass pauses mid-hip thrust at my words.

He glances over his shoulder. “You have a light step. I didn’t know you were there.” He reaches over and turns the music down. “And my love of pop music is going to stay between you and me. If anything that would just make Wallace decide that we need to be friends.”

After turning off the burner under whatever he’s cooking, Milo walks over to me. Actually walking is probably a mild word for how he stalks over, all rolling hips and intense eyes. He plants his hands on either side of me and then proceeds to kiss every thought from my head. By the time he pulls back, we’re both breathing hard and his cock is trying to work its way out of the waistband of his underwear.

“Good morning,” he murmurs before turning back to the counter where there’s a plate of bacon and a stack of pancakes.

“Damn right it is,” I mumble as I take a seat.

Over breakfast we talk about everything other than my drunken escapade the night before. I’m grateful for the reprieve and that he doesn’t mention that I ditched him after work. Now that I’m looking back on it, I’m ashamed of how I handled things yesterday. Yes, it’s weird to work alongside someone that you have insane sexual chemistry with. But Milo has done everything he can to make me feel comfortable and respected. He’s been a perfect gentleman.

I’ve been a jerk.

“Thank you for coming to get me from the bar. I didn’t know Ari was going to call you. But I’m glad she did.”

Milo kisses me on the forehead. “It was my pleasure. Wouldn’t have missed that show for the world. Especially the part where you announced to the whole bar that you wanted to have some meaningless sex.”

Groaning, I cover my face. “I’ve obviously mentally blocked some of this out. Please tell me there’s no video evidence of that.”

He chuckles. “If only I’d known to have my camera out. There’s no telling if someone else got it though. You’d just better hope no one puts it on YouTube.”

We both laugh at that. I help him collect our plates from the table and it’s a comfortable silence as we work side-by-side to clean up.

“You know I didn’t mind coming to get you, right?” Milo is watching me with an inscrutable expression on his face.

After everything, I’m not really sure what to make of it. Other than that scorching kiss this morning, he’s been sweet but distant. Not that I can blame him after last night. I was a hot mess. I cringe.

“I do know that. You’re a good friend to me, Milo. I’m ashamed to say that I wouldn’t have thought you would be. But obviously I’m a terrible judge of character. The man I thought would always be there for me, left without a backward glance. And the guy I thought I hated, well, he’s turned out to be the one I can count on.”

He’s still watching me with that intense gaze, then his eyes lower to my lips. “You deserve a man who’ll do those things, Mya. Isn’t that what I promised to show you?”

My mouth goes dry. “You promised to teach me a lot of things. But I’m not really sure I got the lesson the first time.”

His eyes heat at my words. “Is that right? Maybe you need some reinforcement? Another lesson. Or two? Hell, I still feel like I need to get you to three or four. Multiples should be a given.” Then he picks me up and carries me back down the hall toward the bedroom.

Oh my.

I gulp when Milo places me gently on his massive king-sized bed amidst the jumbled bed linen. Holy mother. Suddenly things are happening so fast and Milo is looking at me strangely, with a tender expression that makes me wish this was more than just two people with a killer case of lust. It makes me wish I was the woman he loved.

“If you’ve changed your mind I won’t hold it against you. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.” Milo peers down at me, his eyes narrowed with concern, obviously interpreting my silence as second thoughts.

I trail my fingers over the hard muscles of his chest, counting the freckles scattered across his collarbone. I lean over to press a kiss against the taut skin of his lower belly and he gasps, the sound loud in the quiet room.

“I haven’t changed my mind. Have you?” I yank the sweatshirt I borrowed over my head.

He locks his hand in my hair and tugs firmly until I look up at him. “Sometimes I think you have no idea just what you do to me.”

Before I have the chance to process his words, his mouth is on mine, hot and insistent. He keeps the contact even as he stretches out on the bed beside me, as if unwilling to separate for even that short length of time. He kisses the same way he does everything, with intensity. His hands skim over my curves, before they stop on my ass.

He makes his way down my neck, gently sucking the soft skin where my throat meets my collarbone as he rotates his hips in a slow, grinding rhythm.

My hands slip over the damp skin of his back as I rock my hips to help him hit just the right spot.

“Milo, please. Please help me.”

I push at the waistband of his boxers, trying to force the material over his hips. Milo sits back just long enough to take them off. His cock stands away from his body, long and thick, the head so engorged with blood it looks red.

My pussy clenches remembering the last time I was stretched full of that. Damn.

He reaches for me but I shake my head and push him on his back. His cock bobs between us as if begging for attention. Attention I’m more than happy to provide.

“What’s the matter?” He raises his eyebrows when I hold up a hand to cut him off.

“A view like this requires some reflection.” I lean down until his thick flesh is so close it touches my nose. “I need a moment of silence.” I wrap my hand around his cock and he sucks in a sudden breath.

“By all means, pay your respects.” He watches intently as I brush my lips lightly over the whole length. His skin is soft, like silk over steel. When I reach the mushroom shaped tip, I circle the head with my tongue, reveling in the musky flavor. Sucking his cock factored heavily in my sweaty, forbidden dreams of him. So I close my eyes and do what I’ve been imagining for so long.

Swallow the whole length.

“Holy fuck! Mya, goddamn.” His voice is an awed whisper as he watches me take his cock all the way to the back of my throat.

I take my time, drawing him between my lips slowly, testing his control. His breath falters when I tug lightly at the tip which heightens my own arousal. I love that I can bring him to this state, sweating and groaning until he’s hoarse.

When I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, he barks out a harsh cry and grabs my hair.

“Jesus, woman. The things you can do with that mouth.”

I still with my lips playing over the soft skin of his shaft and look up at him teasingly. He growls in warning, his hands tightening in my hair almost to the point of pain.

“I can’t take any more or things will be over before they start.” He withdraws gently and then leans over and grabs a condom from the nightstand.

Suddenly shy again, I bury my face in the pillow. He brushes my hair back and kisses my forehead, my nose, my cheeks. He continues his erotic journey, his lips skimming over my breastbone and belly. Our eyes meet right before his tongue darts out, lashing my clit. I cry out, unable to hold back.

He takes another taste, a longer, deeper lick I feel clear to my toes. I shudder as he delves deeper, the slight stubble on his face adding another dimension to the sensation.

“You are so beautiful.” His voice is rough as he settles on top of me again. Finally. I thought I’d die if he didn’t get inside me.

“Now where were we? Oh yes, working on making you beg.”

He rubs his cock against my slit, my cream coating him with each pass. I arch my back, trying to force him inside but he chuckles as his hips keep working, slowly driving me to insanity.

“Milo, for god’s sake. Please.”

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.” He rests his damp forehead against mine and looks down into my eyes. His pupils have dilated so far his eyes look black. I shiver as he increases the friction. He swallows my gasps of pleasure as he sips at my mouth, his dark gaze locked on mine, begging for words I’m not sure I can say. My senses are on overload from all the different sensations, the tickle of his chest against my nipples, the moisture on our bodies as we writhe against each other.

“I need you inside me.” My voice breaks as he surges inside in a sudden thick thrust. He’s so large I’m stretched almost to the point of pain and the sharp pressure fills me with a dark ache. His eyes are open and locked on mine. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

“You’re mine, Mya.” He rides me hard, his hands holding my hips as the tip of his cock drags over my G-spot.

I undulate on the bed, my inner muscles squeezing him involuntarily. He clenches his jaw, his thrusts quickening. I shiver when his forehead drops to my chest and he licks the damp moisture between my breasts away. When he turns his head, the hot wash of his breath heats my skin right before his mouth latches on to my nipple. I squeeze my eyes shut and surrender to the hot, wet pressure.

“You’re so fucking tight, I can’t take it,” he growls, his voice ragged.

The veins in his neck and arms stand out sharply against his olive skin as he lifts my legs up and over his shoulders, the new position forcing him deeper. The base of his cock pounds against my clit with every stroke.

It’s amazingly erotic, the sight of his tight muscles shifting, the wet sound of our skin slapping together, the cries we can’t hold back. It’s all too much and I scream as my orgasm bursts through me in a blinding explosion. My pussy clamps down so hard even Milo jolts at the pleasure-pain. I sob as he continues to move through the clenching spasms, stroking me into a second smaller orgasm.

“You feel so good. You’re so wet.” He moans against my neck as he gives in to his own release.

We stay just like that for a few minutes, both of us too exhausted to move. Finally he throws a heavy arm over my middle and pulls me back until I’m nestled against him. Being so close to him, cuddled together warm under the covers, is somehow more intimate than what we just did.

And it feels just as right.