Page 48 of Forever Midnight

Midnight scoffs. “I wish it were that simple.” Sitting up slightly, he reaches for my hand. “Get to know me more. Really pay attention. If you decide you want to pursue something with me, something real, then I promise I’ll tell you everything about me.”

“Shouldn’t that be the other way around?” I ask. “It’s not really fair to get me hooked and then drop a bomb on me, is it?”

His face goes blank for a second. “I never looked at it that way.”

Leaning forward, I close the space between us, climbing onto Midnight’s lap. His hands move down my back to my ass, squeezing gently as he fixes his gaze on me. “I want to know all your secrets.”

I press my lips to his, sinking against his body as he wraps his arms tightly around me. As usual, the tingles start up again as soon as he opens his mouth to me.

“Tru,” he whispers, rubbing his thick cock against mine.

Gripping his shoulders, I climb up his body as much as I can, the slickness of the soapy water slowing me down. Midnight digs his fingers into my hips, lifting me easily, and I gasp as he presses kisses to my belly.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as Midnight closes his lips around the head of my cock. I throw my head back with my hands pressed to the tiled wall for support, but on some level I already know there’s no way Midnight would let me slip.

I’d swear the man is attempting to swallow me whole with the way he hungrily sucks my entire length down his throat, and hell, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. My fingers move to his thick hair, tangling and twisting his waves as shivers of ecstasy roll through me. I can honestly say I’ve never felt this good during sex.

As I cling to Midnight, memories that don’t feel like mine flash through my mind, leaving me breathless.

Stolen kisses in a grand ballroom.

Lovers running through the woods with lanterns.

Passionate lovemaking in luxurious bedding.

They’re like historical movie scenes playing in my mind. None of them makes sense, but there’s a feeling of peace andrightnessabout them.

Mon prince ténébreux.

I hear the words in my head. In my voice.

Mon chaton féroce, mon chéri.Midnight.

I’m jarred back to the moment as my orgasm rumbles through me, bursting out with so much pressure that I shout Midnight’s name as he sucks my length down his throat, swallowing every drop I give him.

With no energy left to hold myself up, I slump into his arms, finding myself wrapped in a towel and carried to the bed moments later.

“Want to make you come too,” I murmur. “Not fair.”

Midnight chuckles. “Do not worry your pretty head about me. I am happy.”

Is he telling the truth? What guy is happy just getting his partner off?

Midnight lies beside me, the two of us on our sides facing each other. He brushes my hair off my forehead, his eyes roaming across my face. A jumble of words fills my mind, but only one sentence makes it out.

“Tell me about the man you loved. Tell me everything.”

ChapterTwenty-One

MIDNIGHT

Tru’s request unnerves me. I haven’t told anyone outside of my brothers about Benedict, but if I intend to keep this beautiful man close to me, and I do, then I owe him a bit of honesty.

The truth, however, isn’t easy to reveal. How can I tell him what went wrong without exposing secrets I’m not ready to share? But then again, what right do I have to hear his secrets, taste his kiss, or enjoy his body, if I can’t be honest? How do I tell the truth but hide it at the same time?

“Where did you meet him?” Tru asks, breaking the ice.

“At a party. He was outside alone. I stepped out for some air and found him there.”

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