The Takeover (The Miles High Club #2)

by T.L. Swan

“Tristan.” I lean forward in my chair. He leans forward, too, mimicking me. “Yes, Claire.” “Be a good boy, and you might get what you want.” He smiles darkly. “Or be a bad boy, and take it anyway.”

“So . . . sleeping with only you . . . isn’t a problem for me.” His lips touched mine. “However, not sleeping with you is a torture I won’t tolerate.”

“And you look spectacular in my bathtub.” “Are you getting in?” I ask. He smiles darkly as he tears his jacket over his shoulders. “I am most definitely . . . getting in.” He begins to unbutton his shirt. I giggle. “Dirty bastard.” “At your service.” He throws his shirt to the side, and my stomach flutters at the sight of his chest.

“Because I know what a horny fuckmaster two thousand their mother is.” I burst out laughing in surprise. “A horny fuckmaster two thousand?” “Yes, it’s the latest sex toy.” “And what does this toy do?” “Deep throats like a champion. With a churning pussy that melts my cock.” My mouth falls open as I feign horror. “You will never see my deep-throating skills again if you keep going.” He smiles against my lips as he kisses me. “I had a great weekend.” I smile up at him. “The best.” “Hmm.” His eyes close, and I feel his dick harden up against me. “Didn’t you say you had a meeting?” I ask. “You must be a faulty model.” He kisses me again. “Why is that?” “The horny fuckmaster two thousand doesn’t speak. I specifically asked for one without a voice box.” I burst out laughing again. “Go to work, you fool.”