Page 63 of Moonlit Temptation

“Madelayne. Please be serious. We have to be careful.”

“I know, but if I don’t put up a little argument, it might look suspicious.” Honestly, I wasn’t sure about that, but maybe there was a way I could finagle my way into sitting next to Saint every once in a while instead of Archer.

“Fine, but don’t be a brat about it.”

I stuck my tongue out at him.

“We also can’t talk on the phone. Texting should be fine, but nothing dirty or illicit.”

“Ever?” I spent countless hours thinking of what I would text Saint if I got the opportunity to sext him.

He rubbed his jaw, pondering. “No, but we have to be careful. Only late at night and we have to use the word snake before starting.”

I giggled. Snake. Like the python in his pants.

God, I was immature sometimes.

Saint shot me a look. I pursed my lips to stop the giggles. I got why this was serious for him. I did. It wasn’t like I would come out unscathed in this either if we were caught.

I just didn’t know how they would react to me.

“I’m serious, Madelayne.” Stress lined his features, and I could practically see him backtracking out of this.

This was too much work. I wasn’t worth it.

He could be with countless women without going to these lengths.

“I’m nervous,” I admitted. “What if we get back to Georgia and you realize it’s not worth all this trouble? That I’m not worth this?”

Saint pulled me to his chest, holding me tight, and pressed a kiss on top of my head.

“Just promise you’ll treat me like you always have around others. Promise me I won’t be your dirty little secret. I have too much pride to be treated like anything less than I am.”

“I promise you have nothing to worry about,” he vowed. “You’ll just be my secret who’s a little dirty.”

I laughed, swatting his chest.

“We’re really doing this,” I said in awe.

“We are,” Saint agreed, though tension lined his face. He didn’t look as confident as he sounded when he was doling out the rules.

I leaned forward and kissed him, hoping to ease that tightness. The stress that plagued him. I sank into him, pouring everything I had into the kiss. Hoping he saw, and felt, that this was worth it.

It seemed to be working as he gripped my waist and lifted my body higher, so my breasts were lined up with his mouth, and pulled my shirt down to reveal my sheer bralette.

Grinning, Saint blew on my nipple, watching it pebble. I shivered at the sensation.

He licked it over the lace, and my grip tightened on his shoulders as his mouth covered it, tongue tracing the delicate flesh.

Coasting hands slid up my stomach to cup them, bringing them further into his face, his mouth.

“Saint,” I gasped as he pulled my nipple with his teeth, as he reached into my leggings and found my entrance.

A moan escaped as two of his fingers slipped in.

“That’s right, baby girl, ride my hand. Get it all nice and wet with your arousal. I want everyone on the flight home to know what a sweet, sweet cunt you have. So beautiful and wet for me.”

With a combination of his sinfully skilled fingers and his filthy words, he worked me over until I was withering on the couch.

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