MILES: Meredith accepted my extended hand, allowing me to help her get down from the car. Her eyes were wide as she took in the extraordinary house and serenity of the environment. I, too, was impressed – my own home paled in comparison to Steele's lavish estate. "You've seen more than this before. Just act like that," I murmured, tugging her close, hoping the gesture appeared natural. She didn't fight me, leaning her body into mine. "Hold on." I bent over in the back seat and grabbed two boxes of gifts I had procured for the celebrant. "Take this. It's a gift I got for Mrs. Steele." Brandon drove off with my car. "Now is the time to relax." She looked up at me with a frown. "Maybe you're used to this sort of extravagance, Miles. But I'm not." Her gaze darted around rapidly, and panic began to show on her face. "I don't belong here," she whispered. "They're going to see right through this show if I don't act naturally. It's difficult and astonishing because I've only met a few rich

MILES: Everything happened so fast. One moment, Meredith was behind me, and the next, she was on the ground with scraped knees. Seeing her nearly get hit by a car constricted my heart, and the fear of losing her cut off my breathing. If anything had happened to her, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself. My heart told me I was meant to protect her, but my brain questioned why I was so overwhelmingly concerned, to the point of tears and anger. "Meredith, I won't repeat myself," I scolded, not caring about the gathering crowd and cameras. She obediently handed her shoes to Brandon. I carried her to the car, and she clung to my neck, too stunned to speak. When we arrived, I laid her gently on the seat. Her knees were badly scraped, and the more I looked at them, the more my heart ached, not my anger. "How fast can we get to the hospital?" I asked. Brandon checked his iPad and responded, "The closest hospital is twenty minutes away." "That's far!" I exclaimed, my concern for

MILES: I've had so many women, and none felt as good as Meredith did. She was tight and warm, making me lose control with every contact. This woman was perfect inside-out. “Miles… I... oh… don't stop,” she moaned. I maintained the sequence, rubbing, teasing, and pounding her. Watching her breasts bounce as I slammed into her so fast, was arousing. I continued until she arched her back further, and I knew she was on the verge. I took both her hands and drew her up, making her lean against my chest while I had open access to vigorously rub while she ground against me, moaning. “I am cumming, Miles,” she announced, quaking like a leaf as she shivered. Her release streaked down my cock, making entering and exiting her so easy. I kept going at that speed, and before I knew it, my orgasm began to build. Meredith disarmed me. I didn't even request her medical records as I normally would. I was fucking her without a condom, which could be so risky. I must say that my head was overridden b

MILES: The beeping of the machines hooked on me woke me up. How did I end up hooked to my ventilator and heart regulator? The slight clue presented itself as my weak eyes noticed the woman whose hair sprawled all over my hand and torso. She held my hand, and when I tried to remove it, she pulled, mumbled, and resumed snoring. I just mentally rolled my eyes and carefully freed myself. I removed the mask from my face, unplugging everything connected to me. My hands fondled Meredith's hair, tracing strand after strand. I glimpsed and saw that my shirt was slightly unbuttoned. I wasn't mad. I continued to stroke her hair. There was no way that position was comfortable. Did she stay by my side all night long? Sliding my body off the bed without waking her was a bit difficult. When I stood to my full length, my dick jiggled against my balls, reminding me of two things. One, I had fucked Meredith, and it was the best feeling. Second, she had seen me naked and vulnerable. Who else saw my gr

MILES: By the time I woke up, I was rejuvenated. Well-rested and filled with energy. Meredith was wrapping her hair when I squinted my eyes to adjust to the blaring brightness. She had changed into different clothing. “You tricked me into sleeping with your exceptional massage,” I said, pushing my heavy body to sit. She screamed and jolted back, flinging the towel. “Shit! You scared me.” Smiling, “Are you guilty of something?” “Maybe.” She picked up and folded the towel, placing it on the table. Then she came to me and planted a kiss on my lips before sinking into my lap. She traced the scars around my chest with the pad of her finger, then bent and tenderly kissed the scars. “You look well-rested.” “Thanks to you.” She slid off my lap and held out her hand. “Come.” Grumbling, I picked up my shirt and began to button it, following her. When we left the bedroom to go downstairs, she paused and looked at me. “Don't get mad at whatever you see.” “When I am warned beforehand, I te