Page 23 of Midnight Legacy

“Perverts,” I muttered.

“Only for you, baby,” Xavier replied, making me smile.

“Yuk!” Jordan stuck his tongue out. “We’re outta here before they go all lovey-dovey again.”

Megan giggled and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

Ash yawned and stood. “Thanks for tonight. It helped being surrounded by normal.”

Xavier clasped his shoulder before hauling him into a hug. “Stay safe.”

“You too. See you all in the morning.” Ash grabbed his suit jacket and wandered to the door, followed by Jordan and Megan.

Xavier stopped me when I started to lift glasses off the table. “Not tonight.” His arms enveloped me from behind, his head resting on mine.

“Should I be scared?”

“Not if you let me protect you.”

I sighed and sank back into his strength. “I still want to go tomorrow night.”

His lips skimmed my neck, making my head cant to the side to give him better access. “There’s enough security there to keep you safe.”

Members of The Midnight Trust were allowed to book the rooms in advance for their ultimate fantasy. What my husband didn’t know was that I’d already booked one of the rooms tomorrow night. The website had made my head spin at all the different options available. An inflatable duck costume? Too bad it had already been booked, because my husband would have made a cute quacker…

If you could fantasise about it, The Midnight Trust could make it happen.

Xavier walked me step by step backward to our bedroom. “If you’re going into hiding after tomorrow night, does that mean I win the dare?”

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. “We’ll call it a draw because of Bubble’s safety.”

“Hmmm.” He nuzzled my throat, flicking his tongue against my rapid pulse. “But the result means that I win.”

Some days I could throttle him and his competitive streak. We were beside the bed, so I pushed him onto it before crawling over him. My hand found his semi-stiff cock. “Do you want him to be deprived of affection for the next year?” I slowly pumped him into full erection.

He stared up at me, the blue of his eyes deepening in desire. “I like to win.”

“Is winning worth a year of abstinence?”

His lips twitched and his eyebrow cocked. “Are you willing to give up sex for a year?” He rolled me under him on the bed, his fingers finding my clit with eerie precision. “No more early morning wake-up sex that I happen to know is your favourite, no fuck me hard sex that makes you scream my name, no oral sex where you try and haul my hair out.”

My hips tilted and my head rolled back at the sensation he was creating. “You don’t play fair,” I gasped.

“I never have, or you would have run like fuck when I found you.” His lips crashed into mine, his tongue destroying my arguments. This right here was why I always lost. His lips and tongue were weapons of mass seduction and I was a helpless heap of hormones who couldn’t resist.

My fingers slid into his hair and my legs snaked around his hips. Who was I kidding when I thought I would be able to win in a game of resistance with him? He knew every area on my body that made me squirm and played me like a musician does a fine instrument.

Xavier Bartholomew was my kryptonite, my one weakness I couldn’t resist or say no to, and the bastard knew that. The arrogant smirk when he drew back told me that he felt he’d won. I no longer cared as long as I got all those orgasms he promised.

“You better make all this worth it,” I muttered, my eyes narrowing.

“Baby, from the first moment my dick found his home in you, I’ve always made you scream.” He grinned in that sexy way that made my tummy flip and my heart speed up. “Tell me what you need.”

I really wasn’t good at dirty talk, even though I’d improved in recent months.

“There isn’t anything you can say that will shock me,” he coaxed.

I pushed at his chest until I was looking down on him and he was lying on his back. “I want to take all the phenomenal experiences you had with other women and make them with me. I want to find all those women and claw their eyes out because they had those sexual encounters with you. Is that weird?”