Page 45 of Midnight Wishes

‘Nice try, Princess. I know that sound.’ He knew all her sounds by now, the part of his brain that knew how to observe and fixate and retain the facts that interested him becoming acatalogue of all the ways he could please her. ‘Roll your hips for me again.’

‘I thought I was in charge.’

‘Humour me.’

She didn’t moan that time, but she did bite her lip trying to hold it in.

‘Keep going,’ he said.

‘I’m going to have to gag you next time if you keep trying to give orders.’

‘That’s not the threat you think it is.’

She tilted her head to look at him, probably expecting a smirk. Surprise flickered across her face when she found him utterly serious.

Alex was fairly certain he’d let her do anything to him.

‘Let me take your trousers off—’

‘Ruin them. I don’t care. Just don’t stop.’

He was entirely overwhelmed by her. By her moans and exhales speeding up, pitching higher each time she ground down against him. By her hands on his chest, fingers ripping at his buttons until his shirt was hanging open and she could scrape her nails against his stomach. Her knee nudging him when her control slipped, making him harder each time until it was utterly unbearable—her heat and wetness soaking through his trousers.

‘Can you come like this?’

‘I-I think so.’

‘Use the vibrator if you need to. Just get yourself there.’ He needed it. Needed to see her fall apart and know she’d used him to do it.

‘I love your thighs,’ she whimpered. ‘I thought that the first night. At Neon. You kept putting a knee between my legs while we were dancing, and I’ve wanted to do this ever since. Sometimes I hate how pretty you are. Sometimes I think it’s dumb that you have such enormous muscles. But Iloveyour thi—Fuck.’

She fell forwards, legs tensing around his thigh as she came, and found his lips. When he opened for her, she moaned into his mouth.

‘Aleksander…’

Fuck, the way she said his name. He’d never liked those two extra syllables until they started falling from her tongue.

‘Need you. Inside,’ she murmured, letting him taste the words.

I just needyou.More words added to the pile threatening to climb out of his throat.

‘I’m not going to last long,’ he warned, as she undid his belt, then his trousers, before sliding him out of his briefs. Relief flooded his body as the pressure lessened. ‘Watching that… You’re incredible.’

‘Do you want me to take it slow?’ Sarah asked, rolling the condom onto him. And then he was wound right back up. ‘Try to draw it out?’

‘This is about you. Do what you need.’

Her face, always so full of sass when confronted with him, softened as she traced the lines on his stomach. It made him clench, and she followed the slight ripple of muscle with her finger. ‘This whole arrangement falls apart if it’s not good for both of us,’ she said.

No chance of that being a problem, he thought, as she sank onto him.This.This was what he’d needed for days now. To escape into her warmth. To shut off his brain, forget about work, and justfeel.

For a fleeting moment, he was desperate for her to uncuff him so he could touch her. Stroke her face softly. The idea distracted him enough that his next words tumbled out more tenderly than he’d intended. Another slip of the mask, only for her. ‘It’s always good with you.’

Thankfully Sarah seemed to miss it, looking slightly pained at her slow, almost languid movements as her hips rocked against his. Meanwhile, his body felt like a live wire, primed to explode.

‘Don’t hold back for me. Either way, I’m going to come faster than I’d like. And you know I’ll take care of you after, if this finishes too soon. Just do what you need,’ he urged again.

‘Ineed youto fuck me,’ she said. ‘Can I uncuff you?’

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