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I want to agree because I feel the sa the attention of his soft, worshipping lips I do, however, note that his declaration can only be a good thing Maybe he won’t lethe won’t let ain, despiteno to Miller Hart doesn’t see I can door I simply won’t do

‘Can you feel it, Livy?’ he asks between tentative, delicate circles of his tongue ‘Doesn’t it feel like nothing else?’

‘Yes’ I bite his lip and plungees in the tip offorward It makes me harden our kiss as the desperation to nail it down derails my determination to follow his leisurely lead

‘Calm,’ heto thu ainst his lips ‘You feel too good’

‘Hey’ He breaks our kiss butover co ‘Savour it’

My eyes close and ather the strength required to follow his guidance I’ with desperation to , his sex throbbing, his face damp with sweat Yet he seems to find it so easy to tolerate the painful pleasure that he inflicts on us both

‘Shit, I wish I had you in my bed,’ he moans ‘Don’t hide your beautiful face from me, Livy Show asm I couldn’t delay even if I wanted to My hand flies out, ainst the , but it instantly starts slipping all over the condensation on the glass, doing nothing to stabilise rabs s are frantic, but his rhythm is still slow and exact ‘When I ask you to look at ulp back air asblood tous ‘Here it co ‘Make it happen’

‘It’s happening’ His grip tightens and he directs rapple with the sleeves of his shirt My world iroan, low and satisfied into his mouth while Miller throbs within h for s only enhancing my emotional state ofacross his stubble until they’re glued to his neck, my head heavy, my body li to me?’ he asks quietly ‘You seem to be under the impression that this is all very easy forin the crook of his neck, finding it easier to offload hts when I don’t have to look at hi what you’ve asked of me’ My voice is low and weak, a mixture of exhaustion and ti to pretend I knohat’s happening’ He pullsplace and cups my hot cheeks in his hands His face is serious and there’s unquestionably a hint of confusion ‘But it’s happening and I think we’re both powerless to stop it’

‘Are you going to walk away fro this question of aus both together, and it’s not just his persistence It’s so invisible, powerful and detersar me easily putto take you home and worship you’

It’s not an answer, but it’s not a yes either This is special, I’s for so long, but I’ for Miller Hart, and even though I don’t quite understand him, I want to pursue this I want to discover myself But most of all, I want to discover him – all of him The ered entleman

And I want to know it all

Breaking free of his chest, I slowly liftfree as I do That alone er seat and gaze out of theto the murky, litter-crowded alleyhile he sorts hi A s me to walk away now before he has the opportunity to do just that toto be walking anywhere unless I’ that I’ve ever been deter myself in this situation Now I find myself deter heart

Chapter 12

I have the staet to the seventh floor this time, before Miller carries me up the rest of the stairs It’s no wonder his physique looks like it belongs to a od

‘Would you like a drink?’ He’s returned to sharp and formal, but his manners are still intact The door is held open for e spray of fresh flowers on the round table

‘No, thank you’ I circle the table slowly and break the threshold into the lounge, glancing around at the paintings adorning the walls

‘Water?’

‘No’

‘Please, sit’ He indicates the sofa ‘I’ll just hang these,’ he says, holding up our jackets

‘Okay’ Things are strained, our honest words causing a friction that I want to be rid of Then softwhere it’s coentle tones of the er’s ‘Let Her Go’ My

Miller returns, his waistcoat and tie removed, his collar unbuttoned He pours some dark liquid into a tumbler, and I notice the label this time It’s Scotch He takes a seat on the coffee table in front of lass before tipping the neat alcohol down his throat and placing the glass on the table

As I kneould, he tweaks the position then clasps his hands together, looking at htfully I’m immediately wary of that look ‘Why don’t you drink, Livy?’

I was right to be worried He keeps saying he doesn’t want to get personal, yet he has no proble my personal space, nah, because what I actually want is for this to get really personal I don’t just want to share my body with him ‘I don’t trust myself’

His eyebrows jump up, surprised ‘You don’t trust yourself?’

I’ around the roo the courage to for

‘Livy, howto you, you look at ently and forces me to face him ‘Why don’t you trust yourself?’

‘I’m a different person with alcohol in my system’

‘I’m not sure I like the sound of that’ He didn’t need to tellme all by the the tips of his fingers ‘It doesn’t agree with me’