Page 44 of Midnight Wishes

As if that would be a punishment. ‘If I’m seeing you get off, I’m still winning. Would you look at me while you do it? Or go back to what you were watching when I got here? Let’s see what you’re into.’

He reached for her laptop and hit the space key to bring the screen back to life, as Sarah quickly said, ‘Don’t—’

‘Oh shit,’ he breathed.

The freshly lit screen revealed twelve thumbnails of Sarah in the same maddening set she was wearing now—the one he’d been thinking about all week—hands roving her body and running through her hair. Eyes smouldering into the camera in one shot and looking coyly away in the next. He scrolled through more pictures and found her unclasping her bra, then holding it delicately to her chest with one hand while the fingers of the other brushed her inner thigh.

‘Were you seriously getting off to pictures of yourself?’ He had trouble getting the words out. If he’d been crazy with wanting her before…

Sarah looked slightly embarrassed before her face filled with a defiance he’d never imagined could be so attractive before she came along. ‘Yes. I look hot. And honestly? It’s been a while since I felt that sexy.’

He swallowed hard before stroking the soft skin above the waistband of her underwear. ‘You should always feel that sexy. Youarethat sexy. Whether you’re in this’—he snapped the band against her hips, and she shivered—‘or that white cotton bra I took off with my teeth last week.’

Her eyes turned shrewd. ‘You don’t think it’s weird?’

‘Maybe a little. Isn’t everyone into something weird? Who cares?’ He pulled her closer, until her knee was pressed to the junction of his thighs. ‘I think it’s pretty obvious how much it turns me on.’ He looked back at the photos, the date stamp in the file names catching his eye. ‘Was this the day you came to my office?Fuck, no wonder you were so ready for it.’

Her underwear had been soaked by the time he reached it, making it effortless to slide into her. And without any foreplay, just his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust deep into her, he’d made her come faster than he ever had before.

‘Can we stop talking anddosomething? You interrupted me, and if I don’t have an orgasm in the next ten minutes, I might explode.’

Needy was a good colour on her. ‘If you were having such a good time by yourself, why were you checking my texts?’ Alex asked. When Sarah merely glared at him, he smirked. It amusedhim endlessly that she tried so hard to be annoyed by him. Opening the drawer where she stashed condoms and lube to find only a collection of hair ties and old paintbrushes staring back at him, he asked, ‘Are you seriously out of condoms?’ He had, but in hiscar. And he was not prepared to waste the five minutes it would take to walk there and back.

‘They probably just shifted. Dig around in the back.’

‘There’s an ass play joke in there somewhere,’ he muttered, pushing his hand deeper into the drawer. As his hand closed around cardboard, it also brushed cold, hard metal. He used the box to push it forwards and found—

‘Handcuffs? I’m impressed, Princess.’

She wrinkled her nose, and even through the fog of arousal clouding his brain, he thought it was adorable. ‘My ex left them here. He seemed to think he was cut out to be a dom.’ She rolled those pretty eyes again.

‘You don’t seem like the type to enjoy that,’ Alex gritted out, trying not to think of her bound under anyone else. She let him push her around sometimes, but mostly she gave as good as she got. He suspected he was allowed to take charge more because he was so focused on making it good for her, and less because the act of submission itself did anything for her. The word likely wasn’t even in her vocabulary. Everything between them was a battle, and he fucking loved it.

‘There’s a reason he’s my ex,’ she deadpanned.

Suddenly grateful for every core workout he’d ever done, Alex lifted his upper body off the bed to whisper in her ear, ‘Wanna try them?’

‘You think I’m going to letyouhandcuff me?’ she scoffed.

‘Tempting as that sounds’—and it was tempting,good god—‘I actually thought…’ Alex dangled the handcuffs in front of her face.

Sarah went still, her breath hitching. ‘You’d want that?’

And yes, he absolutely wanted nothing more than to lie completely at her mercy while she took whatever she needed from him. But since they were still doing this thing where he pretended he wasn’t obsessed with her and she pretended she didn’t realise he was, he simply said, ‘Could be fun.’

‘I’ve never tried being in control like…that.’

Alex brushed his nose up her throat, trying to inhale as much of that heady mix ofheras he could before she noticed. ‘Then try now.’ He was desperate to reassure her she was safe with him, his body constantly aching with the weight of all the things he couldn’t say.

But maybe Sarah didn’t need reassuring, as she pressed her fingertips to his chest and pushed him back onto the bed. ‘You should probably have a safe word.’

Alex smirked up at her. ‘Duchamp.’

Sarah huffed out a laugh as she closed a cuff around one wrist. When she shifted forwards on his thigh to loop the chain around a bar on her bed frame and click the other cuff shut around him, she let out a small moan.

‘What was that?’ Alex asked, eyebrows raised.

‘Nothing.’ Sarah’s face remained carefully neutral.

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