Zoe Pierce felt her pulse skyrocket at his murmur of "good girl."
His voice, somewhere between that of a mature man and a young one, was laced with an urgent desire.
Miles Sherman was savoring her boldness.
Her chest was pressed against his as her kneeling legs gave way, and she sank down onto his lap.
A large hand wrapped tightly around her spine. Her neatly tied hair had come loose and was threatening to fall completely undone.
His slender fingers slid forward and pulled the tie from her hair. Inky black locks cascaded down, blanketing Zoe Pierce's delicate back. He wove his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head.
They were like two snakes, necks entwined, bodies coiled together and inseparable as they slowly rubbed against one another.
Suddenly, Erin Xavier's voice crackled over the mecha's comms channel. "What are you two doing in there?"
"Miles. Zoe Pierce."
