Page 25 of Midnight Salvation

“Nope, I want you to take me to the Twilight Rooms.” He stiffened beside me. “When Cassandra and Megan thought I wasn’t listening they talked about Midnight Manor and what happened there. I want to be part of your world and I can’t do that if I have no idea what that really entails.”

“You aren’t a member…” he started to protest.

“Since you are an owner, I doubt that would be a problem.” I stared up at him until he finally looked down at me.

“I’ve done things in the past that I would never want my wife involved in,” he confessed. “At the time it was new and exciting, but now…”

“Now I’m reaping the benefits of all your experience,” I concluded for him, nudging him with my elbow.

He gave me that side-eyed look that said he knew I was diverting him from the path he was on.

“They talked about wearing masks and being anonymous and feeling sexy.” I paused. “I know you love me, but just for once, I want to feel sexy and confident.”

Ash moved so suddenly that I gasped, his hands grasping my waist to lift me onto his knee. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him to steady myself. He stared at me with those dark and soulful eyes, his hands moving around to cup my ass.

“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, even once,” Ash said, his voice a deep baritone. “You walk into a room and men want to be at your side and women want to be you because your beauty radiates from your soul.”

“Beauty isn’t the same as sexy,” I pointed out. “You tried to sext with me and I genuinely thought you were worried I wasn’t wearing a jumper in the colder English climate.”

His eyebrow arched at my words.

“I want to be the type of woman who knows what to say or text, to be comfortable in my own skin.”

His lips teased that delicate area just under my ear. “If I ask what you’re wearing, it’s because I want to have sex with you in my head.” His lips travelled lower. “I want to visualise you naked or clad only in lace while I make you writhe under me in my fantasy.”

I wiggled on his lap because his words aroused me, my poor panties already damp.

“I loved your photograph earlier.” His teeth gently bit down on my shoulder. “That was definitely sexting.”

My head fell back under his expert touch. “I want to be sexy for you, Ash. Everywhere I go there are glamourous, beautiful woman all willing to throw themselves at you. There are times when I want to scratch their eyes or stick my stiletto up their ass, but because the world thinks we’re just business partners, I have to stand aside and say nothing.”

“Do you know what I think is sexy?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“Knowing that no one gets to touch you but me; that you’re mine forever. Sexy is waking up to find you wrapped around me or going to sleep when we’re both worn out from orgasms.” He raised my face so that he could stare into my eyes. “No one else has ever gotten that from me but you.”

“Let me into your world, Ash,” I begged. “Just once so I know the difference between that man and the one who sleeps beside me every night.”

“Once?” he asked against my lips.

“Hmmm.”

His hand fisted in my hair to tilt my head back. “And if you don’t like that man?”

My eyelashes dipped before I brought my gaze up to meet his. “Then I’ll have to get my husband to kick his ass out of my life.”

“Your ridiculous,” he chided me.

“Yeah, but you married me, so now you have to keep me.”

“I guess I do.” He stood up with me still wrapped around him. “I’m not a very good husband tonight. We left before dinner and there’s nothing to eat in the house.”

“There was a service station a few miles back, we can go and do some shopping and then you can show me around our new home.”

He pressed his forehead to mine. “I don’t want to have to live through the next few weeks.”

My arms tightened their grip on him and my lips hovered over his. “Just remember that no matter what happens, this is where you belong.”

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