Mira “I can’t believe you just dragged me down twenty flights of friggin stairs,” Devin complains as we walk through the car park. I smirk, pulling him toward my car. “So…” Devin utters, staring at both our parked cars and then turns to look at me. “We’ll take my car.” “We’ll take my car.” We say in unison, and I look up at him, and he rubs his jaw smirking. I shake my head and look at his jeep. “Devin, I can’t drive that. Let’s just take my car.” I turn and walk off toward my car, but he yanks me back to him. “Tinks, we’re taking my car. It’s got more space for us to climb in.” He tries to justify, but I scowl up at him when he guides me toward his car and unlocks it. “Get in,” I stare up at him and then look at the door. I’m wearing a skirt, and I have to climb over the passenger seat to get into the driver’s seat. “Actually, how about we go in from the driver’s side, and you climb in first?” I suggest, and Dev frowns and exhales. “Tinks, I’m too big to climb over the seats. Jus

What am I supposed to say to him? He should know why I’m angry with him. He can’t be that senseless surely—unless that night didn’t mean as much to him as it did to me? Oh fuck, I can’t let myself deliberate this anymore. I’ve spent years going through every scenario in my head to make sense of why he would leave without saying a word, and each one hurt me deeper than the last. Did I want to ask him? Yes, of course I did. I was burning to ask him, but my pride won’t let me. I’ve been through hell over the last two years because of my ex and only just got myself back together again. Just thinking about that arsehole stirs something in me, so I shove that back in the box deep in my mind where it belongs. “You keep bringing it up, expecting a different answer, but there is nothing to talk about, Devin. Unless you have something that you would like to say?” I question, looking up at him expectantly, and his eyes rake over my face silently before he sighs and shakes his head. “I didn’t thi

My mouth goes so dry that I can hear myself swallow at the mere thought of taking her.Ten fucking years and I still want her as desperately as I did back then. I can't even tell you how many days and nights I've spent, dick in hand fantasising about all the things I would do to her if she were in bed beside me or on my desk at work.Oh bollocks. I curse myself when I feel my cock grow in my trousers, accompanied by an excruciating ache that pulses through me, causing every hair on my body to stand on end. I can't even whack off to relieve myself. It's already been a good few days since I've had any release. I knew I should have done it this morning while lying in bed, wide awake and throbbing. But no, I didn't. I chose to have a cold shower instead. I need to lose this boner before she notices. I lift my gaze to the ceiling and think about anything that comes to mind that would kill this painful erection I’m sporting as soon as fucking possible.'Come on, Dev, you’re a grown arse m

Mira I just want to scream. As long and loud as my lungs would allow. What is this boy trying to do to me? He’s right, though. I couldn’t lie to him. He always saw straight through whatever bullcrap I was trying to feed him and called me out on it—much like he is right now.Bastard.I can tell you for certain one thing that hasn’t changed about Devin King—his bullheadedness. We’ve both always been headstrong, well, him more than me, and over the years, we clashed over it. However, when Devin gets his claws into something, you better believe he will not let it go until he gets the answer he’s looking for.And there it is. That determination simmering in his eyes while we’re stood intently staring at one another. My stomach flips when he looks at me like that, and I lose all train of thought.Cut it out Mira, he just said he’s got a girlfriend. When I heard him say that he’s in a relationship, it cut me deeper than I ever imagined. I only pray that I managed to play it off like I didn

Devin“God Dev, yes.”“Fuck, Mira. Say you want to be mine, baby.” I whisper gruffly, brushing my lips teasingly along her jaw, inching closer to those heavenly plump lips of her I’ve been dying to taste again.“I want to be yours.” Mira moans, her slender fingers close around my own when I lace them together.I smile staring into those mesmerising eyes. “I’ve only ever been yours.” I murmur before brushing my lips over hers. Mira parts her lips for me when I run my tongue sluggishly along her bottom lip. Our tongues meet and my heart rate soars, beating widly in my chest.There it is. That delectable taste, that spine-tingling sensation I’ve been searching and longing for but could never quite find. Just kissing her, listening to her breathy moans was enough to drive me insane with need.“Mimi, its—oh my word!”I jump awake at the abrupt yet rude interruption and so does Mira. I peel my eyes open and blink a couple times till I