Page 67 of Midnight Salvation

“Not a chance, show me your ass!”

My panties had a target printed on the front and the back with points on top of the target. There were little penises on the fabric at the sides designed to look like the arrows I saw so long ago in Pompei. I groaned and covered my face that was bright red with embarrassment. How was I supposed to know this was the day he was going to see my underwear considering he hadn’t touched me sexually in a few weeks?

“Want me to try and hit all the targets?” His hand dipped into my panties and squeezed my ass. “I have no objections.”

“You will not penetrate my ass!”

A grin formed on his face. “I promise I’m not that big and everything fits with enough lubrication.”

I scowled. “No dirty bum sex! And, yes, you are that big.”

His laugh washed over me. It had been missing lately from our lives since every way we turned people were trying to kill us. I enveloped him in a koala bear hug, tugging him closer to me, and pressing kisses to him until he tickled me into submission.

“It’s good to see you smiling,” he said, staring down at me. “There was a time that I thought I wouldn’t see it again.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” I replied, drawing his head down again to meet my lips.

“I would have followed you all the way to the other side.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

“You sure you don’t want me to introduce you to the wonders of anal sex?”

“Nope. That’s not romantic, and I ate sweetcorn.” I bounced my eyebrows at him and he narrowed his eyes at my comment. “Want to show your wife a good time?”

“What’s it worth?” he teased.

“I’ll buy you a pair of stilettoes or maybe a handbag.”

His eyebrow arched at my words. “I’m only giving out if they match.”

“Deal! Now impale me with your cock.”

Ash shook his head at me while slowly peeling my clothes off. “I could have scored big with these targets,” he lamented as he shimmied my panties down my legs.

“Aim higher,” I replied.

“You want to suck my cock?” I licked my lips and he chuckled. “Cock gobbler.”

I tugged his top to drag it over his head. “I can’t gobble him if he’s hiding in your trousers.” My fingers progressed to the buttons on his jeans. I swear that metal button was an evil villain because it refused to yield to my urgency.

I was only happy when both of us were naked and his skin pressed to mine. The tip of his index finger traced over the healing scar on my shoulder. “This is my fault,” he said in a low, deep tone.

“The only person who is to blame is the person who pulled the trigger. That wasn’t you.”

“It was because of me.”

“Stop.” His eyes flew to mine. “We can’t change the past, Ash, but you can mould the future.”

He finally blew out a breath and nodded.

“I’ve heard orgasms help the healing process,” I said and stared up at him hopefully.

He snorted. “When did you become such a nymphomaniac?”

“Since you starved me of orgasms.”

“I guess I better try harder.”

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