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My Miracle C.M. Steele 2022/8/5 17:01:47

“Well, I am a little bit hungry.” He growls and walks into the bathroom, turning on the shower again. I giggle and walk into the kitchen. I need to cool down, too. I pour myself a glass of water. As I drink it down, my phone buzzes. I swipe open my screen to read the text message: You’re to blame for everything.

I don’t recognize the number, but it’s time I use my police skills. I have a feeling this has more to do with the estate and the books. “Hey, Micks. I need you to do me a solid. I need you to run this phone number in the DB and see what comes up.”

“Are you going to go on a date with me?”

“I can’t. I have a boyfriend.”

“Damn right you do.” I turn to see a very naked and very hard Ben scowling at me.

“Micks just run it, please. Let me know what you come up with.”

I end the call as Ben invades my space. I find my back pinned to the sink edge with his hands gripping my hips. “You’re mine. Do you need a fucking reminder?” he growls against my ear before biting my lobe. Moaning, I roll my head back and submit.

“No, Ben,” I sigh, feeling his fingers tightening and marking my skin. He releases one hand and slides it down between my thighs. His fingers dip under my skirt, grazing the edge of my panties.

“Are you sure?” I shake my head because all I can think of is coming. His rough fingers slide past the flimsy, wet fabric and into my pussy. He thrusts inside me while his thumb rubs my clit. I’m done. I cry out, coming hard. Panting with my mouth wide open, I stare into his eyes. “That’s the look I want to see, babe. Fuck. So. Damn. Sexy.” He slams his lips on mine. We kiss passionately, but my man needs a release. I pull my mouth from his, then with my eyes set on his, I lower myself to my knees, brushing my face against his rigid length. He groans but doesn’t take his eyes away from mine. Knowing I’m driving him wild, I take his cock in my hand, stroking it over and over before sliding my tongue around the tip. I close my lips and suck off his pre-cum.

He groans again, grasping my hair firmly. The slight tug travels straight to my core. Then he rocks his hips forward steadily, fucking my mouth. “I’m going to come, Mira. Are you ready? Are you going to swallow me down?” I moan around his cock, using one hand to stroke the rest of his cock that I can’t fit in my mouth. The other squeezes my breast, aching for more.

“I’m coming, babe,” he roars, coming down my throat. He pulls me off his cock with a dribble of saliva and release connecting us. I dip forward and lick it clean. The man is going to turn me into an addict.

“Fuck. You’re lucky I need to take it easy.”

“Oops. I got a bit carried away. It won’t happen again,” I promise with a lie in my eyes and my fingers crossed.

“Babe, don’t break my heart saying shit like that. Seeing my cock disappear behind those plump lips is almost as sexy seeing it slide past these ones,” he grunts out, cupping my pussy and running his finger over my swollen lips.

“As much as I want to see you come again, we have to get a move on.” He kisses me then smacks my ass before walking naked to his bedroom.

My phone pings. Micks sent a text: It’s from a Daniel Cooley.

Shit, I’ve seen that name somewhere. Where did I see it? I stand in Ben’s kitchen looking around and can’t find anything. I’ve never been here before, so this isn’t the place I saw it, but I know I have. Closing my eyes, I begin to think of all the places I’ve been. Nothing.

“Reminiscing?” I dart my gaze at Ben, then flip him off. He just laughs.

“We’ve got a long drive, and at this point, we don’t have anywhere to stay in town. We’re going to have to drive back.”

“I have to work on Wednesday, so hopefully they don’t drag this out.”

“I guess it depends on the extent of the damage. Can you call in?”

“I can. I have a lot of time off and have never used any. Goodness, I don’t want to think about the damage. I’ve had so many great memories of my aunt, particularly in the library. Oh, my. I forgot to tell you. I got my books back. Apparently, there was a mix up in my aunt’s belongings, and the books ended up at an auction house.”

“Wow, babe. I’m glad that you got them back. I know they mean a lot to you. I think I need to still spank you for that. First, breaking and entering then giving yourself heatstroke.”