Page 1 of Midnight Wishes

Prologue

SARAH- 3 MONTHS AGO

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor | Arctic Monkeys

SARAH DIDN’T MAKEa habit of hooking up with people in the bathroom of a nightclub.

Especially when said person was a preening, overly-groomed finance bro—truly the lowest rung on the ladder of human existence—and ablonde. Especially when he was approximately eight feet tall and looked like he worked out for several hours a day.

Even if he had the face of a Norse god under that thick golden hair.

No.

This wasn’t her usual MO, and he certainly wasn’t her type. Not when she’d spent her youth laughed at by the sort of boys who would grow up to look just like him. But when she’d spotted her ex walking into the crowded club, a leggy model Sarah recognised all too well on his arm, she had cast about desperately for the person who would annoy him most, landedon the perfectly styled corporate jock at the other end of the bar, and asked if she could kiss him.

He hadn’t even responded, merely cupped the back of her neck and pulled her against him, lips claiming hers immediately. And oh, hewasgood. So good that Sarah had almost forgotten about Gregg until she saw him gaping at her over a muscled shoulder when she finally pulled away.

A moment later, a cool voice brushed her ear. ‘If you’re trying to make someone jealous, I think we can do better.’

Which was how Sarah had found herself on the dancefloor with a complete stranger palming her ass while he devoured her mouth. A brief pang of guilt had her attention flashing to the bar, where she had abandoned her friend Zoe, but when they’d met each other’s eyes, she’d received an enthusiastic grin, a thumbs up, and a mouthedoh my god.

She’d drawn the line at leaving with him, shaking her head unsteadily when he asked if she wanted to get out of there. The sanctity of girls’ night may have been sullied, but it didn’t need to beruined. But when he cocked his head towards the bathroom instead…

Gregg had long since left her mind as her impending hook-up led her through the mass of writhing bodies. Her thoughts had been consumed instead by hard, powerful thighs and soft lips.

Hot breath on her neck and large, strong hands on the underside of her breasts brought her back to the present. She was pressed against the door—mentally thanking the club for its individual unisex toilets—strong hips grinding into hers like they were in a dark corner at a school dance. Not that she’d had those experiences first-hand. When she stepped one foot to theside, trying to give him better access, an unpleasant sound broke through her lust-filled brain.

‘The floor’s all sticky.’ Her mumble turned into a groan as hot corporate guy kissed along the low neckline of her dress, tongue dipping into the valley between her breasts.

In one smooth, practised move—he was obviously no stranger to bathroom hook-ups—he picked her up effortlessly and deposited her on the edge of the counter, next to the sink. Maybe working out wasn’t as much a waste of time as she’d always thought.

‘Is that better, little princess?’

If his thumbs hadn’t felt so distractingly good on the inside of her knees, she might have called the whole thing off right then. She was the furthest thing from a princess, and anyone wearing shoes that expensive was certainly in no place to judge her. But it had been a while since anything that wasn’t USB-powered had got her off, and every press of his hips so far had promised a good time.

‘You’re hotter when you don’t talk.’

He laughed, his cocky smirk sliding back into place. Something felt off about the sound, but she forgot to care as his hands moved further up her legs, squeezing her soft thighs. It was the moment these encounters sometimes went south. Sarah had put in a lot of work to be comfortable with her body. She knew she was hot. But not every asshole she met on a night out or a dating app agreed. Gregg certainly hadn’t. And there hadn’t been too many meetings with strangers since he’d delivered a near fatal blow to her confidence.

But Bathroom Guy, as she’d decided she would remember him, was pawing at her, groaning with need, so when he asked, ‘Are you going to let me fuck you?’ in a smooth voice that was made to whisper filth, she decided to let go of any self-consciousness.

‘Isn’t that why we’re here?’

‘I need to hear a yes, Princess.’

His thumb was hovering over the front of her underwear, and when she breathedyes, he pressed down, groaning as his skin slipped over the wet fabric. Fingertips, warmed by the heat coming off her skin, dipped under the edge of the cotton and tugged. That obstacle gone, he made quick work of his belt, slacks, and briefs, rolled on the condom he’d produced from his pocket, and pushed into her.

It was hard and dirty and fast. And while it wasn’t a frequent occurrence for Sarah, she hadsomeexperience with bathroom sex. Common courtesy dictated that you make it quick. But unlike the few other guys who had dragged her down dark hallways—women had typically been a little more selfless—he also seemed determined to make itgood, touching her until she came apart. She was grateful when he kissed her, swallowing the sounds she didn’t need a stranger to hear. Besides, this was clearly not a man who needed his ego stroked. He dropped his head to her shoulder as he finished with a quiet grunt.

Sarah straightened her appearance while he disposed of the condom, before turning around expectantly.What did he want? A performance review?

‘That was great. Thanks.’

He continued to stand there, a curious smile lingering on his lips. Even in the dim light, his eyes were a startling shade of blue.

‘I could, uh, use a personal moment,’ she finally said.

That smile morphed back into the smirk from earlier. He paused in front of her, leaning in to press one more bruising kiss to her lips. ‘That was great. Thanks.’

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