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with equal parts shame and disappointment.
So? the little devil on her right shoulder countered. Lots of independent, empowered women have one-night hook-ups. And Miles was hot.
But he’s going to be Holly’s brother-in-law.
Holly doesn’t have to know.
No, she wasn’t going to tell Holly, no matter how much she burned with the need to talk to someone about this. She had crossed a few serious lines, and wasn’t exactly stoked about confessing. Besides, Holly wasn’t even around today. Adam was taking her up to New York to meet his family.
Would Miles go with them? Probably.
Would he say something?
No, Miles wouldn’t say anything. He seemed far too intelligent to do something so stupid.
Intelligent. Sexy. And incredibly skilled. Forget five minutes. Miles had given her her first orgasm in three, and then followed up with two more in quick succession. Three orgasms in ten minutes. That had to be some kind of world record.
Not even Adam had managed that, and he and Holly were made for each other...
Liz stilled as a wave of shock ran through her. No, it wasn’t possible. Miles Grayson was not The One.
She shook her head vehemently, wishing she hadn’t when the dull ache increased in intensity. Miles Grayson was not her soul mate. He was just extremely well-versed in giving a woman pleasure.
Which meant that he must have lots of experience. That wasn’t surprising, giving that the man looked, smelled, and tasted like sex on a stick. Liz was probably just one of many that had been left questioning their sanity the morning after.
That was not a particularly pleasant thought, but it was exactly the dose of reality she needed to get her head out of the clouds. Her programmer’s mind – structured and logical – analyzed the situation and drafted a bottom line synopsis: They were two consenting adults, Miles had given her the best sex of her life, and that’s all there was to it. It was a one-time, heat of the moment thing, and it wouldn’t happen again.
Good thing she’d gorged herself and was set for a while.
* * *
“E arth to Miles. Would you pass the potatoes, please?”
Miles ripped his thoughts away from yet another recollection of the previous night – this one a particularly vivid image of the caramel-colored, moon-shaped birthmark on the inside of Liz’s left thigh – and offered the bowl to his brother. Thank God his parents’ attention had been more focused on Adam and Holly than him. His mother hadn’t stopped smiling since they had appeared on the doorstep several hours earlier.
“So Holly,” his mother was saying, “when is your next Highlander novel coming out?”
Miles choked on his pot roast. “Mom! You read that ... stuff ?” He had only stopped himself from saying the word “garbage” just in time.
Unsurprisingly, Adam shot him a warning look. He ignored it.
“Of course I do,” Beverly Grayson sniffed. “I’m old, not dead.”
Miles looked at his father for support, but the older man kept his attention fully focused on his dinner. Smart man.
“I’ve got the first draft finished,” Holly answered, looking only slightly uncomfortable. “I haven’t sent it to the beta readers yet.”
“What’s a beta reader?”
“Someone who reads through the story and gives you initial feedback, like whether or not the story made sense, flowed smoothly, left anything unresolved - things like that. Sometimes I’m so close to it, I can’t see the forest for the trees.”
Beverly nodded. “I know exactly what you mean. I used to write a little myself.”
Both Miles’ and Adam’s heads snapped up. “You never told us that.”
Their mother blushed a little. “Yes. Well, you know I have a bachelor’s degree in English with a minor in European history, which is probably why I’m partial to the historical romances. What you don’t know is that when we were first married, I used
So? the little devil on her right shoulder countered. Lots of independent, empowered women have one-night hook-ups. And Miles was hot.
But he’s going to be Holly’s brother-in-law.
Holly doesn’t have to know.
No, she wasn’t going to tell Holly, no matter how much she burned with the need to talk to someone about this. She had crossed a few serious lines, and wasn’t exactly stoked about confessing. Besides, Holly wasn’t even around today. Adam was taking her up to New York to meet his family.
Would Miles go with them? Probably.
Would he say something?
No, Miles wouldn’t say anything. He seemed far too intelligent to do something so stupid.
Intelligent. Sexy. And incredibly skilled. Forget five minutes. Miles had given her her first orgasm in three, and then followed up with two more in quick succession. Three orgasms in ten minutes. That had to be some kind of world record.
Not even Adam had managed that, and he and Holly were made for each other...
Liz stilled as a wave of shock ran through her. No, it wasn’t possible. Miles Grayson was not The One.
She shook her head vehemently, wishing she hadn’t when the dull ache increased in intensity. Miles Grayson was not her soul mate. He was just extremely well-versed in giving a woman pleasure.
Which meant that he must have lots of experience. That wasn’t surprising, giving that the man looked, smelled, and tasted like sex on a stick. Liz was probably just one of many that had been left questioning their sanity the morning after.
That was not a particularly pleasant thought, but it was exactly the dose of reality she needed to get her head out of the clouds. Her programmer’s mind – structured and logical – analyzed the situation and drafted a bottom line synopsis: They were two consenting adults, Miles had given her the best sex of her life, and that’s all there was to it. It was a one-time, heat of the moment thing, and it wouldn’t happen again.
Good thing she’d gorged herself and was set for a while.
* * *
“E arth to Miles. Would you pass the potatoes, please?”
Miles ripped his thoughts away from yet another recollection of the previous night – this one a particularly vivid image of the caramel-colored, moon-shaped birthmark on the inside of Liz’s left thigh – and offered the bowl to his brother. Thank God his parents’ attention had been more focused on Adam and Holly than him. His mother hadn’t stopped smiling since they had appeared on the doorstep several hours earlier.
“So Holly,” his mother was saying, “when is your next Highlander novel coming out?”
Miles choked on his pot roast. “Mom! You read that ... stuff ?” He had only stopped himself from saying the word “garbage” just in time.
Unsurprisingly, Adam shot him a warning look. He ignored it.
“Of course I do,” Beverly Grayson sniffed. “I’m old, not dead.”
Miles looked at his father for support, but the older man kept his attention fully focused on his dinner. Smart man.
“I’ve got the first draft finished,” Holly answered, looking only slightly uncomfortable. “I haven’t sent it to the beta readers yet.”
“What’s a beta reader?”
“Someone who reads through the story and gives you initial feedback, like whether or not the story made sense, flowed smoothly, left anything unresolved - things like that. Sometimes I’m so close to it, I can’t see the forest for the trees.”
Beverly nodded. “I know exactly what you mean. I used to write a little myself.”
Both Miles’ and Adam’s heads snapped up. “You never told us that.”
Their mother blushed a little. “Yes. Well, you know I have a bachelor’s degree in English with a minor in European history, which is probably why I’m partial to the historical romances. What you don’t know is that when we were first married, I used
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