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    Miller pulled out two twenty-dollar bills from his wallet and waved them at the bartender, who hustled down to us. The bartender handed him his change. He left him a generous tip.
     

     
    Once I managed to finally unlock the door to my room on the third try, Miller jerked the key from the lock, tossed it on the table, and slammed the door behind us. The room was engulfed in streaky darkness. He tore off his hoodie and whatever else he had on underneath, and I yanked off my shirt.
    Our rapid, short breaths filled the room. His jeans along with his heavy belt hit the floor with a clang and thud. I fell back on the edge of the bed with an oomph to do away with my boots and socks as quickly as humanly possible.
    He lunged at me, and his powerful hands jerked my jeans off my hips. I tumbled off the bed onto the floor, and we laughed. I felt the weight of him on me and reveled in it. My fingers raced across the lean muscles of his shoulders and back. I groaned in satisfaction as he unhooked my bra and freed my swollen breasts into his greedy hands.
    Miller kneaded and licked them, and I gasped at the unexpected burning sensations rippling through me. He sucked hard on each nipple in turn, and I bucked against his hips, rubbing myself up and down on his erection like an animal in heat. I was an animal in heat; there was no help for it, though. If I stopped to think about it, I would stop myself. So I didn’t think. I kept going. His hand slid over the lace edge of my panties against my inner thigh. I let out a tiny gasp.
    “I want you good and wet,” Miller breathed in my ear as two of his fingers thrust past the damp fabric. His knuckles swirled against my clit. I tugged my panties down my hips, but he took over, yanked them down my legs, and flung them to the side. Two of his fingers sank deep. I let out a low moan as they churned inside me. He groaned and muttered something under his heavy breaths. Bunched nerve endings detonated all over my body.
    Shit, he knew what he was doing. What a relief.
    He whispered over me. I raised my hips up and circled them within the rhythm that he worked me.
    “Yeah, Grace,” he said. The raw tone in his voice radiated its heat right through me. He moved down my body. His tongue lashed across my nub. I exploded right there and then. His teeth nipped at my breast, and that only shot me higher.
    “Yes!” I cried out, and Miller growled somewhere above me. Precious waves of sensation rolled through my body.
    As I floated in my own little stratosphere, the rustle and rip of a foil packet snapped me to my senses. I tore the questionable quilt off the mattress, scrambled up on the bed and squirmed on the cool sheets. I ached with the need to feel his smooth body rub against mine and fill me. All I wanted right this very moment was to consume and be consumed.
    Miller sat up in between my legs and ran his ringed finger over my wet sex. He rubbed the cold bulky silver eagle in small circles over my clit, and my hips jerked.
    “Miller—”
    His eyes glittered over me in the muted light from the street signs outside. He brought the ring to his mouth and licked it. My hands wrapped around his powerful thighs to steady myself in a desperate attempt to prevent shattering into a thousand pieces.
    He leaned over me, one hand planted in the mattress. “You ready for me, Grace?” he breathed.
    I was beyond ready. I tilted up my chin at him.
    He positioned himself and drove inside me. My body arched off the bed. My hands gripped his shoulders as I struggled to adjust to his thickness, filling me, stretching me. I raised my hips to take him in further.
    I wanted all of this, all of him, needed him like oxygen, like water.
    “Shit, you feel good.” Miller let out a groan and hooked one of my legs around his hip. He rocked deeper inside me, and my eyes flew open. My fingers rubbed into the base of his skull as we moved together and against each other quicker and harder. The glorious wave actually