The Takeover (The Miles High Club #2)

by T.L. Swan

The heat of his gaze on my skin is warm like the sun. It makes me wonder if he’s this intense in bed. Because right now, he’s not just undressing me with his eyes; he’s fucking me with them. Arousal heats my blood, and I find myself imagining what we’d be like together naked.

Tristan fucking Miles. Sex-god extraordinaire.

The fucking wasn’t silent; it was a verb.

“What’s his name?” I try to remember it. “Same as that nerdy wizard kid . . . the one with glasses.” I click my fingers as I try to think. “Who? Harry Potter?” “Yes, that’s it. His name is Harry.”

“The poor fucking dog.” “What’s wrong with the dog?” “They have a fucking bucket thing tied to its head.” “What for?” “To torture it . . . why else?” His face falls, and he stares at me. “What?”

“No more MILFs for me.” I hold my hands in the air. “I’m done.”