Page 60 of Midnight Danger

Xavier exploded deep in me, his heat flooding me. His lips found mine as he held himself oh-so deep in me, his tongue tangling with mine.

“Fuck, baby, you okay?” He released the restraints and took my weight on him, carrying me to the bed to massage my poor arms. My breasts throbbed in protest at the blood flooding back to them after being encased in leather for so long.

“How did the reality live up to the fantasy?” he asked.

“The fantasy always had sand in my lady bits,” I deadpanned.

He looked at me, his lips splitting into a grin that made my stomach flip. “I’ll remember that for the next time. Word of warning, sand is abrasive, so you better pack some soothing ointment for our honeymoon.”

“Hmmm,” I snuggled into his heat, wrapping my leg over his. “Where are we going for our honeymoon?”

“It’s a surprise.” He kissed my forehead.

I knew it was a few weeks away, but a girl always wanted to know what to pack.

“Zee?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your ultimate fantasy?” The man owned his own sex club chain and had probably tried every position possible and then invented some along the way.

His fingers stilled on my skin.

Pushing myself up, I stared at him for several seconds. “It better not involve butt plugs,” I warned.

His lips tilted up in a lazy smile. “Nothing so dramatic, baby. I wanted to find a love like my mum and dad. He’s been miserable without her, embarking on endless affairs to try and find someone to fill the hole she left in our lives. I realised a while ago I was doing the same. My greatest fantasy was to find the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She’s currently lying in my arms.”

I could think of nothing to say to that, no smart comment or witty remark.

This man could have had his pick of some of the most glamourous women in the world. His social media was filled with models and gorgeous creatures with skimpy clothes. A few weeks ago, I realised it was all an image created by him and his two closest friends.

“Thank you for choosing me.” I pressed a kiss to his chest.

“Thank you for accepting me.”

I crawled over my husband until I could wrap my arms around his neck to kiss him. Xavier rapidly took control, his tongue dancing with mine until I could barely breathe anymore. He flipped me on my back, those tempting lips smiling against mine.

Neither of us were prepared to get any sleep, because there was only one wedding night.

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Chapter Twenty-One

Xavier

My jaw was so tight that my head was starting to throb with the start of a migraine. Jordan’s report contained considerably more information than the scant document we’d received from the Council. The men who’d stolen those jewels had a far reach, deep pockets, and an extensive friends list. It wasn’t as simple as walking in and taking our property back.

“There is a reception this weekend for prospective buyers for one of their auctions,” Jordan said, swallowing another mouthful of scotch. “My guess is those jewels will be in the auction along with other less savoury commodities.”

Perverts were lurking everywhere we looked.

“What do we need to get in?” I asked, my foot tapping against my knee. A year ago, I had all the time in the world to sort these problems out. Now, I had a wife waiting at home for me. It was time to hand this shit over for someone else to worry about.

“An entrance fee and someone glamourous on your arm that makes it look like you’re there to buy something special for them,” Jordan replied.

“Why do we need someone on our arm?” Ash asked. His temper had been foul these past few days, leading me to believe Uncle Lucas had had a quiet word in his ear. He’d had too much to drink and been very touchy-feely with Lucrezia at my wedding.

“These auctions have a lot of jewellery in them. Women clinging excitedly on your arm and whispering in your ear tends to make you buy more,” Jordan replied dryly.

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