Page 28 of Midnight Danger

I shrugged, fluffing the pillow behind me. “I guess before it always felt like you were on loan to me. Now it feels like you’re mine.”

“It takes you to run away and get abducted to realise that I would never have let you go?” He gave me that exaggerated incredulous look that suggested he thought I was mad.

“Apparently so.”

“I will never understand women,” he muttered, turning the main light out on the way to bed.

I snuggled in, settling myself on his chest. “What am I going to do about my job? Al will be furious I started a relationship with a client.”

“Technically, we started our relationship far from your office where neither of us knew who the other was.”

My cheeks flushed. “I’m not telling him I met you in a sex club.”

“Are you going to avoid mentioning that to our children as well?” he teased.

“What am I supposed to say? I met your daddy the first night I visited a sex club. The first man who fucked me was really bad at it, but while I was lying there, your daddy gave me my first real orgasm?”

His laugh vibrated under my ear. “That sounds about right.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenged him.

“What? We’re both consenting adults.”

“Dick,” I muttered.

“We both know that you love my dick, so that really isn’t an insult.”

There was no winning with him when he was in this mood. The painkillers I took before dinner had eased the pain in my side, so I could finally get comfortable.

“Are you going to wiggle about all night?” he asked, his hand steadying my hip.

“I sleep better after an orgasm,” I pouted. It was true, I did.

“No sex for you. Doctor’s orders. On the other hand, I can have as much sex as I want.”

He was deliberately being a dick. My hand slid down his boxers to grab the aforementioned appendage. “Since I’m carrying your child, you do realise that if this goes anywhere near another woman’s vagina, I’ll cut it off and have it mounted on the mantlepiece.”

“What about her ass or mouth?”

“Zee,” I growled.

“Only kidding, baby. He doesn’t want to work for anyone but you.” He kissed the top of my head. “You need to rest.”

“I don’t have to have sex to have an orgasm.”

He laughed and tugged me against him tighter. “Yeah, but when I go down on you, you arch your back and throw your arms about. Definitely bad for a broken rib.”

“It’s a conspiracy against orgasms,” I snarked.

“Sounds like it, baby. You’ll just have to lie there and think about all the things I’m gonna do to you in The Twilight Rooms when you get better.”

“Now I’m never going to get to sleep.”

“Night, baby.” He kissed the top of my head again.

Life really sucked when you were in bed with the hottest man in your world and you couldn’t have any fun.

“Maybe you should take your hand out of my boxers.” He was already hardening against my fingers that were absently stroking him.

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