Free Running From Forever by Ashley Wilcox Page B

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drawn to the ledge, allowing my gaze to travel for miles along the
New York City skyline. I sighed. Although I missed the trees and
greenery of Central New York, nothing could compare to the way the
city buildings glowed at night—the little red lights that blinked
at the top of the skyscrapers with the white lights of street lamps
and smaller buildings twinkling below… I loved it.
    “You really love the city, don’t you?” Miles
asked in his low, compelling voice, coming to my side. “It isn’t
often you meet someone that truly does.”
    I sighed, tranquility taking over. “How could
you not? It’s breathtaking.”
    Turning to face me, his grin displayed, he
leaned against the glass partitioned wall. “You’re a breath of
fresh air, Ms…Kayla,” he corrected himself.
    “You really have a hard time with that, don’t
you?” I asked, intrigued and smirking. I turned away from the view
and faced him.
    “It is a challenge,” he admitted.
    “Why? Do you call everyone by their last
name?”
    He wet his lips, slowly shaking his head in
disagreement. “I don’t. However, some people warrant a proper
title. One of sophistication and respect.”
    I felt the compliment in my chest. How could I
argue against his desire to call me that now? He put me on a
pedestal that no one else ever had. Miles saw the woman that I
wanted to be—sophisticated, proper, successful, and above all
else…respected.
    I took a step forward, closing the gap between
us. Our faces were only inches apart and I could feel his warm
breath on my neck as he looked down at me, lips curled up on one
side. “Then I think Ms. Reynolds is sufficient,” I said.
    Miles leaned in closer, our mouths so close they
were almost touching. “I’d have to agree,” he whispered against my
lips before gently pressing them together.
    It started out soft, pure…romantic, but all
changed when a low moan reverberated from my mouth to his. The
pleasure was undeniable, echoing throughout my body. Miles’ free
hand ran up my arm to my neck then messed in my hair, holding the
back of my head in place and secured to his. My mouth cracked
inevitably, allowing his tongue to swoop in and dance with mine.
The kiss was just as intoxicating as his appearance—firm,
controlled, and effortlessly smooth. With every pass that his
tongue made, I craved more. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted it all.
I wanted Miles in more ways than one.
    I hated that I still had the wine glass in my
hand. I wanted to touch him, to run my hands up the back of his
suit and feel the firmness that I knew was there. My left hand
could only do and feel so much on its own, and right then it was
hooked on the belt of his pants, stuck between our bodies. All was
forgotten, though, as his lips separated from mine then skimmed my
cheek, reaching my ear. My body went weak and my panties grew wet
feeling his heated breath against the perimeter of my earlobe.
    “I don’t know how much more I can take,” his
breath formed to words in my ear.
    I wasn’t sure myself, but I didn’t want to seem
too needy or too willing. I would hold onto my self-respect this
time and not let it flood out as easy as I used to let it. I just
wasn’t sure if that willpower would last all night. I was caving
and deep down…I knew I would fall. I wouldn’t be able to resist
Miles Blackwell. The level of resistance I had wasn’t strong enough
to withhold his magnetism. I was drawn to his attraction. I would
give in.
    He nuzzled his lips against my neck and I moaned
pleasurably when he ran his tongue along the shell of my ear and
then into that little dip between my neck and collarbone. I don’t
know what that spot’s called, but as soon as he touched it, any
residual worry about fucking the boss was gone.
    Without responding, I stepped back, turning to
place my wine glass on the table then did the same with his. He
watched, his eyes hooded and dark with want. With both hands
finally free, I made my way back