Chapter Thirty-One: Clandestine Rendezvous

Miles Edgeworth and Lana Skye
Legal Office
Date and Time Unknown

"How much longer do you think I'm going to put up with this?" Miles shouted. "How much more do you think I can endure having to play second fiddle to that, that - blasted man, while he remains blissfully ignorant about us, Lana?"

"It's not that easy, Miles." Lana bit her lip, partially in anxiety about the mounting anger she heard building again in his normally smooth, calm tone, and partially because she knew the gesture drove him wild. "I swear I tell him about us. I will! It's just –"

"I am sick and tired of your cowardice and excuses, woman! Is it that you're rather enjoying playing us both? Or is it that you're relishing and getting off on the idea of having two men fighting over you?" Miles demanded harshly. He advanced towards her, a steely glint in his eye. She instinctively backed away from him, until she found her back pressed against the wall. He stood before her, gripping her arms, forcefully enough to keep her from moving away, but not enough to cause her discomfort. Even so, she flinched slightly at this unexpectedly aggressive side to him.

It was a mistake, a big one. Because he caught the gesture. She flinched? She's suddenly afraid of me? Unbelievable! Might as well give her something to really be afraid of then!

His eyes narrowed and he pressed her harder against the wall, his fingers now digging painfully into her flesh. "I told you I will not abide sharing you with him another moment! How much longer do you think you can keep being such a two-timing, cheating slut? When will your ignorable conscience finally cease allowing you to keep deceiving him like this?"

She glared at him, green embers of mounting fury in her eyes. "Might I remind you, Prosecutor Edgeworth, that you are still my subordinate? You'd be wise to watch the way you speak to me!"

A flash of anger sparked in his stormy gaze, but a second later, he had himself under control again.

"Not after hours I'm not," he murmured silkily, running a free hand into her long caramel tresses. He gripped a handful, firmly but not painfully, and lifted her head so she was forced to look into his stormy eyes. "As of right now, you are no longer Chief Skye. It's just you and me – Lana and Miles. Complete equals, my dear."

She saw through his bravado of macho jealousy. And it pained her terribly that she was the cause of the underlying hurt beneath it.

"You're making this so hard, Miles!" She cried, looking at him beseechingly. "I wish I could do the right thing and just end this! Because then I could just walk away and not care. But you've shown me too much of yourself. I can't pretend that this is just about sex anymore, any more than you can. I have feelings for you! And you can't deny that the reason you're being like this is that you have feelings for me, too."

"Feelings?" He stared at her with incredulity. "You know nothing about me, Lana! Nothing at all, except for my body. Have you forgotten who I've been raised and molded after? The indomitable Manfred Von Karma! He's shown me that if I want something, it's mine to have. I go after what I want, and I always get what I want. What I don't take well is when something is mine for the taking and things get unnecessarily difficult."

Lana shook her head, remembering the glimpse of his soul she'd seen the last time they'd made love. She understood him better than he thought. He didn't fool her for a minute with his impassioned speech about how she meant naught to him but an object he yearned to possess.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, unable to yell any longer. "I wish I could make it all undone. This complicated mess I've made of the three of our lives…I wish I could help you understand that it's alright to have emotions, Miles. I wish I could help make you see how hard this is for me." She closed her eyes. Would she really want to wipe any memories of her time with Miles from her mind if she could? It took only a second for her heart to find the answer.

"No. I take that back. Us…this whole affair. No matter what happens, Miles, I regret nothing. I wouldn't undo that." She shut her eyes, bracing herself for the verbal onslaught, negating her words.

But none came. When she opened her eyes, she collided with his heated gaze.

"God damn it!" he cursed and sank his lips onto hers.

She felt his anger in the way he kissed her, rough, hard, as if he wanted to punish her for what she'd said.

His hands let go of her shoulders, then went down to the hem of her skirt. He jerked it up around her waist, then dug his fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose. But instead of simply pulling them down, he tore at the sheer fabric and shredded it like it was paper, making her aware that he could tear her body just as easily if he wished.

She gasped into his mouth, both shocked and excited at the same time, just as he ripped his mouth from hers.

"I tell you how you can help me," he bit out. "By bending over that desk and letting me have my way with you."

His eyes still held some of the anger in them that she'd seen there earlier, but now they were glazed with lust, and she knew intuitively that he wouldn't hurt her.

Before she could do any more, he reached down and pulled her up into his arms. He effortlessly lifted her, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he slammed her back into the wall. Miles knew what he needed now was to show her that he couldn't be played with. He had to make it clear to her that she would be punished if she kept hurting him like this. He pressed her harder back against the wall, forcefully kissing her, his eyes still open. She didn't close hers, either. Seeing his intense expression overwhelmed her. She grabbed his hair, locked her eyes on his, and kissed him until she had to break away to breathe.

When he looked at her face, he saw how she'd leaned her head back against the wall, her lips parted, and her eyes half-closed.

"Take me, Miles!" Lana panted.

She showed no sign of distress despite his rough handling of her. On the contrary. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, urging him on to take her, in any way, with as much force as he wished.

Unable to resist, he took her lips again, this time with more passion and less anger. God, she tasted good—so good he couldn't imagine ever giving this up, ever giving her up. Despite everything, even though she was letting another man use her body while still allowing his enjoyment of it as well, she'd held her own when confronted with his fury. She hadn't backed down, just as she didn't flinch now as he ground himself hard against her.

"I need you," he mumbled against her lips before he delved his tongue back into her mouth.

He wasn't lying this time: he needed her. Desperately so. She gave him the strength to not be afraid of having emotions again after so many years of built-up walls and to face his own personal demons, the ones that had been haunting him since his father's death.

Breathing hard, Miles released her lips and trailed hot kisses along her neck.

"I want you, Miles, I want you so much," she let out, and it sounded like a sob.

He looked back at her eyes and saw a multitude of emotions brimming there. "You have me, Lana," he whispered back and gently captured her lips, stroking his tongue over them.

When she sighed contently, his entire body filled with a newfound sense of strength. Breathing hard, his heart racing, he leaned his forehead against hers. "No more lies. He needs to know the truth now."

She nodded, running her nails down his back as she nipped his jaw.

"Make love to me now," she begged, running her nails down his back. "I'm aching for you, Miles."

"God, what you do to me, Lana!"

"Oh Miles, Miles…"

Miles Edgeworth and Franziska Von Karma
Presidential Suite, Lan Kwai Fong Palace Hotel
Zheng Fa
September 9, 2020, 5:00 AM

Miles. Miles. The sound reverberated in his mind as he blissfully closed his eyes. Never before had his name sounded so glorious.

"Miles?"

He jolted from his reverie with a start upon hearing his name so unexpectedly and nearly lost his balance. Luckily, he fell backward rather than forward, cringing at the heavy thud of the wet marble shower wall against the back of his head.

"Miles?" There was a knock on the bathroom door of the hotel room. "Are you going to be much longer? I need to use the facilities, please!"

"Just a moment, Franziska!" He called back, squeezing his eyes shut in irritation as he felt the warm water cascade down his body, and onto the now deflated manhood in his hand. "I'm nearly done!"

Goddammit, woman! I was so close…

Miles stifled an angry mutter as he jerked off the faucets and stepped out of the steamy stall, reaching for his plush robe. He wasn't sure at that moment if his feelings of agitation were more directed at his fiancée, or himself.

Lana Skye. Why was it her memory kept resurfacing in his mind more and more these days? The first time had been a few weeks ago, when he'd needed to – release his tension, in the shower, as he'd tried unsuccessfully to do now. The searing memory of that time they'd had sex in her office during her Chief Prosecutor days had resulted in him having one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

He'd been hoping to achieve the same result this time around as he vividly recollected another instance, but alas, to no avail. Franziska's ill-timed interruption had squelched that option!

Ngh! She should be arrested for killing my erection!

He supposed it served him right. Using the mental images of another woman from his past to gratify himself while committing the sin of self-pollution, when he had a sexy, beautiful one in his present, was making him feel like every bit the cheater he'd accused Lana of being at the time.

Well, what choice did he have? It's wasn't as if he had any recent sexual experience with Franziska to draw upon during these moments! They hadn't made love in five months!

Miles raked a hand through his damp hair as he lay back on the bed, staring up at the white ceiling of the luxe hotel room, his body tight with the unspent release.

His sexual dry spell wasn't because of lack of yearning, at least not on his part! Despite his recent steamy trysts that he mentally relived from days of yesteryear between himself and the beguiling Ms. Skye, Miles knew that the only woman who could ever fulfill him completely, sexually and in every way possible, was Franziska. In real-life, she was the only woman, on a conscious level, that he would ever covet for the rest of his days.

His fiancée didn't seem to share his sentiments, however. Lately, whenever he'd tried to instigate some form of intimacy, she'd either claim she was too tired and needed to sleep, or else had been so moody and withdrawn lately that he hadn't dared venture near her!

Hence his extra-long, steamy, rub-a-dub-shower times as of late, with Palmela Handerson and Rosie Palms being his sole lovers these last few months.

He'd had no choice but to be a man and use his hand, simply because his loofah was too rough for certain parts of his anatomy!

Partially to blame were their conflicting schedules, as they were working together but separately on the latest Interpol assignment. Aside from the first couple of months together, the last year had consisted of them working opposing hours. As an International agent, Franziska actually worked round-the-clock hours with no defined perimeters, whereas Mile, as the investigating prosecutor, would work mostly daytime hours and be done by the evening, at the latest. If he were lucky, he could sometimes catch her while she was prepping herself to get ready for work and they could steal a quickie beforehand.

It'd been how they'd managed to squeeze in some playtime the last time, which had been back in the springtime!

Nowadays, he wasn't as fortunate to get to see her before she went to work. More times than not, he would miss her entirely by the time he got back to their suite, or would often be asleep already just as she was getting into bed at the crack of dawn.

Far be it for her to be the one to instigate things and rise me awake if the mood were to strike! Miles thought grumpily. I'd hardly be making any objections to my hot future wife riding me in my sleep!

He'd decided to rise early and take his hot and bothered self to the solace of the shower, as lately, carnal images of him with Lana were not only plaguing his mind as sexual fantasies but his dreams, as well! He'd woken up that morning, sweating, shaking, and as horny as hell! Then he'd looked over at Franziska's peaceful, sleeping form, and had decided rubbing one out while she lay in the bed next to him would be in rather poor taste.

It would be unthinkable for him to try to stir things up with her while she was sleeping! A growling grizzly bear being woken from hibernation was a less terrifying concept than Franziska Von Karma when her beauty sleep was interrupted! Miles had no zero aspirations to receive yet another stinging verbal rebuke, accompanied by a pillow to the face as he had gotten the last time she'd thwarted his advances! His pride was still wounded from that one!

This frigid behavior was inconceivable, coming from the former readily randy woman who less than a year ago, had spontaneously decided to make the two of them the newest members of the mile-high club!

It was quarter after five in the morning. They were both awake - she was still in the bathroom. He wasn't due for work for another two and half hours. Why not try to take advantage of this rare opportunity of their mutually conscious, upright state?

Franziska emerged from the loo, yawning. She stumbled towards the king-sized bed, a stunning vision in her satin slip nightie, despite the sleepiness reflected in her gray eyes. His pulse raced at the sight of her. Even with her glossy, shoulder-length, silvery hair slightly disarrayed with bed-head, she still looked delectable to him. And all he could think about was taking her, right here, right now.

Miles lunged for her the moment she got onto the bed, flipping her onto her back and resting his weight on his forearms as he hovered above her, his mouth pressed heatedly on top of hers, stroking his tongue against her sweet lips, demanding entrance.

Franziska returned the fiery kiss for a brief moment, then gently pushed up against his chest as she felt his hardness pressing against her.

"Not now, Miles," she murmured drowsily. "I'm too tired." She caught the look of disappointment in his eyes and reached up to consolingly pat his cheek. "I'm sorry, Liebling, but I'm running 12-hour shifts on maybe four hours of sleep a night! I'll make it up to you, though, OK?" She leaned up, gave him a chaste peck on the lips, and removed his arm. Then she rolled over onto her side and immediately fell back asleep, leaving a very disgruntled and unfulfilled Miles lying there, silently fuming, beside her.

The damn woman had completely c-blocked him twice now, in a matter of minutes!

Both figuratively and now literally!

She'll make it up to me? He mentally scoffed. Right, like I haven't heard that a million times before! If I were to start a Christmas fund by putting away a dollar for every time we've made love this year, thus far…she'd be getting a junior hamburger, hold the fries!

Good Lord, the lack of sex was regressing his mindset to one similar to his idiotic, walking hormone of a friend, Larry Butz! Miles was utterly disgusted with himself for his Neanderthal train of thoughts, and vowed to stick with cold showers posthaste, to numb his mind from allowing entrance to any more of them!

He didn't even try to hold back an angry mutter this time as he rose out of bed – there was no point trying to go back to sleep; he was completely awake how. He may as well check some emails before he had to get ready for work, on one of these rare moments that he had to do so. It'd been over a week since he'd done any sort of outside correspondence with the rest of the world. He shut the bedroom door quietly behind him and walked over to the small study desk in the living room, firing up his laptop as he sat down on the leather, wing-backed chair.

Among the other things he was working on, in his limited downtime, was looking into the matter of the Gavin brothers for Wright, as he'd promised. Franziska had given him a lead last time from her underground probing, and he figured he'd follow up on it.

Pess woke up from her curled spot at the foot of the sofa and plodded over to her daddy, nuzzling up to him by nudging her head against his hand, begging to be petted.

"Ah, Pess, my dear girl," Miles sighed, stroking her silky golden ears. "You're the sole female in this family that will even let me near her anymore, aren't you?"

Pess wagged her trail and dropped her head onto his lap, looking up at him lovingly.

He continued stroking her furry head with his free hand while scrolling through his emails with his other one.

Nigerian prince offering me his latest monetary windfall…yet another offer to enlarge my manhood and extend my erections, both quickly and easily…He smirked at that one. Oh please! For all the good that would do me!

Miles scrolled through a few more junk emails that had managed to get past his spam settings, and that was when he finally saw it.

The breath got caught from his lungs, and he could feel the blood drain from his face. Then, as if in a daze, his mind still reeling, he reached for his phone and began dialing a number.

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