Page 39 of Midnight Torment

“Or I’ll bend you over my knee when I get home and spank you until you come.” My thighs tightened at his words. “Alternatively, I have a room that we both possess a key to.”

Oh. My. God.

My panties were soaked or they would combust.

The thought of that room made my stomach contract. I had dreamed about our time there again and again.

“Is that silence a good or a bad omen?” Jordan asked in that husky voice that played havoc with my senses.

I pressed my forehead against the glass. “Both,” I admitted. “That place is haunted by the ghosts of our past, but it also contained some of the happiest memories of my life.”

“All your stuff is still there.” He’d mentioned before that he hadn’t returned, and my pink fluffy handcuffs were still attached to the bedframe, but I hadn’t given it much thought.

“This isn’t a conversation we should be having from different continents,” I said.

“I know, but this shitshow over here has been a bit too much.” He suddenly sounded weary and my heart fractured. He went to help the woman he’d rescued a few months ago. Jordan needed to stop trying to save the world and start focusing on himself.

I opened the conservatory door and moved into the garden, sitting on the seat Xavier had placed in front of the window since none of us were allowed to go too far at the moment.

“Are you okay, Jordan?”

His laugh was harsh and in my head I could see him trailing his fingers through his hair. “Not even close.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, because your soul is the only pure thing in my life and I’d rather it stayed that way.”

“I need you home, Jordan. No more missions away. I need you to walk through that door and tell me that you’re not leaving the country without me again.”

He sighed again. “I want that, baby, but we both know my life is a fucking mess right now.”

A tear trickled down my cheek and all the emotions I’d kept bottled up inside me started to sneak out. “Jordan…”

“Fuck!” I heard a door slamming somewhere in another part of the world. “Are you crying, baby?”

“I…” He needed someone strong but I was running on empty. “I’m sorry.”

“What for? Fuck!” Something smashed wherever he was. “I can’t get home any sooner. The flights in and out of here are limited, and even if I flew to the States first, it would take me the same amount of time.”

“I’m just being silly.” I sniffed and wiped my eyes. “It’s been a rough few days not being able to talk to you. My imagination went into overdrive.”

“This isn’t the life I wanted for you. I knew I should have stayed away…”

“Stop!” There was silence on the other end of the phone. “Cassandra has been crawling the walls as well. It isn’t easy knowing the man you love is walking into danger. Bullets tend to kill, Jordan, even though you seem to think they bounce off you.”

“The option of my island gets more appealing by the day,” he muttered.

“I hate to break this to you, but I can’t see you as a goat herder,” I replied. He’d shared his alternative plan with me, and as romantic as it sounded, there was no way he would last more than a week.

“Fuck it!” Something else was destroyed in Cuba. “What are you wearing?”

My lips tilted up at the corners at his sudden change in topic. “I was in a legal discussion with Flynn,” I replied.

“Fuck that. Get your ass up to your room. I want you lying on the bed with your legs spread.”

Shit.

I faltered, torn between wanting to obey him and knowing that people were watching me.

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