Page 46 of Midnight Secrets

“No, I’m heading home now. My last meeting just finished.”

Home… No one had ever referred to it as that before. It had always been the townhouse. Now both Lucrezia and I were calling it our home.

“Great. I’ll go pull my jeans on and grab my bag.”

“Perfect. See you soon.”

I was over my head and starting to slowly drown. My conscience screamed to save her and walk away, but every instinct in me said she was mine alone to protect. No one had ever seen her the way I did. She trusted me with her mind, body, and soul and that was a responsibility I didn’t take lightly. Another man might keep her safe, but no other man would worship her the way I did.

Taking one last breath of fresh air, I returned to my car and headed home. Lucrezia was waiting for me in the hall and she stole that last breath I took. She was dressed in jeans and a red T-shirt, but it was the look in her eyes and her smile that halted me. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail that made her look elegant without trying. She was no longer the woman who walked into the restaurant with her head down and her lips pursed. Lucrezia exuded an inner confidence because there was only the two of us here.

“Hey.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. “Missed you.”

I stared down at her since I didn’t have a clue what to do with this scene of domesticity. She smiled up at me, and suddenly the lump in my throat disappeared. She made it easy to breathe.

“Give me two minutes to change and I’ll be right with you.”

“Okey dokey.”

The sensible side of me screamed that I was getting too far into this situation and I needed to reverse and run like hell. The side of me that courted danger had me hauling my shirt off and dragging my long-sleeved T-shirt over my head as I toed my shoes off. I froze when small, soft hands slid from my back to my stomach.

“Maybe we should stay in,” Lucrezia muttered.

If this was the hell that father always claimed a relationship was, right now I was ready to help stoke the fires of damnation.

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Chapter Eighteen

Lucrezia

I unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the ground. His jeans were hanging over the chair in the corner of the bedroom where I had put them earlier since our clothes were lying all over the floor from last night. My hand slipped into his boxers and he groaned.

“Is that a banana in your pants or are you happy to see me?” I asked, stroking my hand over his length.

“If I remember correctly you have experience of both,” he quipped, making me smile.

“Hmmm…” I swear that he was turning me into a nymphomaniac. All I could think about was sex and it was something I rarely contemplated in the past. “You know, I’ve never had a quickie before.”

He hardened under my fingers, the muscles in his ass tightening against my stomach where I was pressed against him.

“You’re lucky I bought condoms this morning.”

The way I was feeling right now, I didn’t care if he had them or not. All I needed was him stretching and filling me. He spun around so quickly that I squeaked. Pinning me to the wall, his nose traced the side of my face while he kicked his trousers free.

“You need to stop tempting me,” he growled and sucked my earlobe before biting down on it gently.

“Does that mean I’m not getting my quickie?”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he took control and trailed my top off before tugging my jeans down and pressing me against the window. A crinkle behind me was my only warning before he surged inside from behind. I wasn’t half ready and the stretch was painful, but I relished the burn. My cheek and breasts created imprints on the window with every powerful thrust of his hips.

Last night he’d held me and soothed me. Today, he claimed me like he alone owned my body. He was right. Moisture gathered and lubricated his onslaught and I began to find our rhythm, pushing back into him. Ash’s fingers threaded through mine on the window, his lips kissing my throat.

“Fuck!” I groaned when he rotated his hips and let me feel his entire length rubbing inside me.

“That’s the idea, Angel.”

His hands grounded me since I was adrift on an ocean of sensation. My legs were bound with my jeans, my upper body pinned against the window, and my pelvis was on fire from the friction of his huge cock thrusting up over and over again into my quivering core.

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