Mira!
He held her indecently close for a pair that was on the dance floor of a charity event.
Miles' grin couldn't be wider as he looked down at Mira, and he wondered how long they would have to be here for his publicist to be happy. Yes,
yes, it was for a good cause, but his bank account had already donated enough on his behalf; was much more time necessary? After the freedom of traveling wherever and whenever he pleased for the past two months, Miles did not like this idea of being
forced into one place. Yes, they had returne to grand old England, but
that had only been acceptable because the vixen in his arms had also made her way back home.
Morocco had been a very
productive detour, but when it came to Mira Jasper, one was always left wanting more.
"Do you wish to stop?" he asked as the music changed melodies. It was more of the same classical, formal music that had been playing all night long, and while Miles was expertly trained in each of the dances' steps it was not the best music to maintain his close encounter with Mira. His hand pressed harder into her back as if answering the question for her, but Miles could be easily swayed by any of Mira's suggestions.
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