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“Why did you stop me?”

“Because I’m not going to come in your mouth for your first blow job. Besides, it’s your turn.”

Midnight didn’t seem to have a problem kneeling on the cold flagstones himself as he laid me down in front of him on the blanket. I gripped the fleecy fabric tight as he ran his tongue along my centre, then sucked at my...

“What’s clitoris in French?”

He choked out a laugh against me as I clapped a hand over my mouth.

“I really need to think before I speak, don’t I?”

“No, you don’t. Your complete lack of filter is just one of the many things that make you so damn sweet.”

“I’m not always like this. It’s you. My brain gets all jumbled when you’re around.”

“Clitoris isclitoris. Orclito.”

“Oh. I thought the French would have some sexy word for it.”

“Let’s go withchatte, shall we?”

“Cat?”

“Pussy.”

He sucked again and all thoughts of language disappeared, replaced by an incoherent series of moans as he took me to heaven and then held me while I floated back down to earth.

“You okay,mon cœur?”

My legs trembled as he helped me to sit up again. “I’m more than okay, but what about you? You didn’t finish.”

“How about you get on your knees again?”

With pleasure. He arranged me with my knees on the very edge of the box, and I heard the rip of foil before he plunged inside me. The sweet, reverent man from earlier disappeared, replaced by passion and fire as Midnight thrust his hips. Waves of bliss crashed through me until the sting of the riding crop on my ass made me yelp.

“Too hard?”

No, bloody hot, actually. “Keep going. You just caught me by surprise.”

Another orgasm built as he trailed the leather end down my spine, then swatted my butt cheeks again. I’d always classed three in one night as a work of fantasy, but now it looked like I was about to experience a Midnight-induced climax once more.

“Fuck,” he bit out, slamming into me one last time as I willed my elbows not to buckle. As if he understood my struggle, a strong arm snaked around my waist and held me against him.

Words seemed unnecessary as he arranged me on his lap and wrapped us both up in the blanket. Five minutes passed, ten, fifteen. Silence and darkness reigned equally. Then Jack Frost joined the party. I tried to draw my feet in closer, but Midnight straightened up.

“You’re cold, and I’ve been selfish. I need to let you get to bed.”

“Why don’t you come with me?” Bold words, and desperate too. I didn’t want to let him go. “We can sneak in. Angie’ll be asleep by now, and even if she wasn’t, she wouldn’t care.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?” My breath hitched. “Don’t you care about me in that way?”

He laid his forehead against mine, our breath mingling. “I care too much. I haven’t got a good grip on my self-control at the moment, and if I spent any more time with you, I’d lose it altogether.”

“Is that why you didn’t answer my call yesterday?”

He nodded against me, and hair tickled my eyebrows.

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