Miles Desire

She came with her eyes locked on his. Not politely. Not prettily.  Her whole body seized back arching off the mattress, thighs clamping around her own hand, a raw, broken sound ripping out of her throat that she didn’t even try to muffle anymore. He watched every second of it. The way her fingers stuttered and then pressed hard, grinding…

The hotel was one of those sleek, soulless business towers near the airport: soundproofing that mostly worked, lighting too dim in the corridors, and a faint smell of industrial carpet cleaner everywhere. Room 1428. Room 1430. One thin wall between them. He had been lying on his back for forty minutes, still in his black uniform pants, shirt unbuttoned to…