Page 61 of Midnight Wishes

Until Alex.

He didn’t set her down until he hit the side of his bed and sat on the edge, pulling her towards him until she sat astride his left thigh. The direct contact, minus the two layers of fabric they’d had between them the last time they’d been in the same position, sent a shiver through her.

‘Use me again,’ he whispered, teeth scraping her throat.

‘I think’—already wound up from the shower, she moaned when he rolled her hips against him—‘I think I’m ready for those details now.’

He hummed thoughtfully. ‘I’m guessing you didn’t bring the handcuffs. And I’m not sure I trust you not to squirm away when I start complimenting you. Or not to mouth off in retaliation to me being nice to you. Maybe I could gag you…’

Another thing Gregg had wanted to try that had repelled her, but she was suddenly willing to make an exception for. Like when Alex had mentioned using the cuffs on her in the kitchen.

‘I’ll be good,’ she whimpered.

‘Sure? I plan to deliverexcruciatingdetail.’

‘I promise.’

Alex pulled back from attacking her throat to look at her, eyes piercing and assessing. ‘Okay,’ he said after a moment. ‘Go stand in front of the mirror.’

She frowned, but quietly stepped back onto the floor and turned to the mirror in the corner of the room, which afforded her an exquisite reflection of Alex rising and walking towards her. She’d watched him fuck her before, when she’d gone to his office. But their hazy, half-clothed outlines in the partially functioning one-way glass had nothing on the hard lines of hisnaked body reflected crisply in the mirror as he stopped beside her.

‘You understand the concept of positive reinforcement, I assume?’

Their eyes met in the mirror as he walked two fingers down her arm. Sarah cocked an eyebrow, willing him to go on.

‘You’re going to stand there and listen to all the things I like about you’—Alex’s fingers kept trailing, falling off her hand and onto her thigh—‘while I touch you. You haven’t felt sexy in a while? Let me show you how wild you make me. Let me make you feel good at the same time. And together we’ll forge some new neural pathways in that pretty little head. But Princess? You don’t get to come until I’m finished. Still think you can be good?’

She drew her eyes away from his fingers, already driving her crazy as they stroked her inner thigh, and turned her face to meet his gaze, ready to respond sharply. But her breath hitched at the heady mix of lust and something else she found there. Something…softer. Something she feared she might be reflecting.

The words died in her throat, and she nodded instead.

‘Hey.’ His voice softened. ‘If it gets too much, you have a safe word.’

Something fractured in her chest at the care in his voice. There was no future, no ending to this night, where he didn’t utterly ruin her.

Keeping his good hand just shy of where she wanted him, Alex slid his bandaged fingers down her body. ‘I know you have a thing for my thighs, but yours… Fucking magnificent. You could kill me with them, and I’d say thank you.’ Both hands slid higher,and Sarah finally got some relief as he sank two fingers into her, stretching her slightly. ‘You know nothing compares to being inside you? It’s the closest thing to a religious experience I’ve had in years. Yes, just like that,’ he breathed, letting her squeeze around him. ‘Andtasting you? You have no idea how much I love it.’

‘I have some idea.’ Sarah smiled, recalling his moans from the week before, when he’d gone down on her for almost an hour, grinding his hips into the bed. After making her come three times, he’d only lasted two thrusts into her.

Alex brushed his thumb between her legs, which buckled slightly. ‘If you can talk, I’m not doing a good enough job with your positive stimulus.’ He ran his other hand higher, slapping her ass lightly before soothing the barely there sting. The rough bandage brushed her over-sensitised skin, so at odds with his gentle touch. ‘You have the best ass I’ve ever seen. Shit, these little dimples in your lower back. So’—stroke—‘fucking’—stroke—‘cute.’ The fingers inside her curled up in a gentle, teasing motion that had her arching into him. ‘There’s nothing I love more than putting my fingers in those dimples when I take you from behind. Sometimes I think it’ll bruise. Sometimes I hope it will. Leave my mark on you like you’ve left it on me.’

A strangled moan ripped through Sarah’s throat as he applied pressure to that spot on her back. ‘Alex…’

His breath caught. Came back rougher than before. ‘That’s better, gorgeous. Those are the sorts of sounds I should be hearing from you.’ One hand continued to rove over her body, while the other pumped in and out of her, soft brushes of his thumb occasionally sending her closer to the edge before hetwisted his wrist, changing the angle of his fingers and bringing her back from the brink. ‘Your stomach might be my favourite part of you. You are. So.Soft.Like fucking Aphrodite. Nothing about me is soft.’

Indeed, nothing included the increasing pressure on her hip as he grew harder with every compliment, getting off on making her feel better about herself. It wasn’t doing much to keep her impending orgasm at bay.

‘But I love that we melt into each other. That time I went down on you after I’d already come… After, I collapsed with my head on your stomach. And I thought I never wanted to leave.’ His fingers trailed higher, teasing her breasts. ‘Okay, maybe I lied.’ Sarah stiffened, until he squeezed at her breast, pinching the nipple. ‘I think these are my favourite. What a cliché, right? But every time you let me see them, it’s a fucking revelation. Can I tell you the fantasy that keeps me up at night?’ He didn’t wait for her to answer. ‘I want to fuck them so badly.’

He sounded almost as undone as she felt picturing it, both of them close to panting now as he curled his fingers inside her, hitting a spot that felt heavenly.

‘This is torture,’ Sarah whimpered, when he again stopped her from finishing.

‘So is looking at you sometimes. You’re a Rubens painting brought to life. Titian. I need you to understand that, Princess. And yourface. Like a Renaissance angel. These lips…’ He turned her face away from the mirror and dropped his forehead to hers, eyes burning as he traced her lower lip. ‘Thinking about kissing you was already a distraction, but now how am I supposed to see them and not think about your mouth on me? I would neverhave asked. You said you didn’t like it, and I respected that. But I’d been dreaming about it. Did you still hate it? With me?’

Sarah shook her head, lips parting just enough for his thumb to slip in, making him groan when it met her tongue. Truthfully, she’d been shocked by how much she enjoyed it. Even if the act itself was mediocre, Alex’s response had been electrifying. She’d felt strong. Desired. Powerful. Like the oil-painted goddesses he was comparing her to.

‘And your eyes. I’ll never get enough of them. I thought they were dark that first night at Neon. Then I saw the sun hit them.Extraordinary.Brown suddenly became my favourite colour. Do you understand yet?’ He was pressing his hips against her now, practically grinding against her side. ‘Do you see why I’ve been obsessed with you for months? Tell me you get it. Tell me you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.’

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