Meet Me at Midnight (Forbidden Flowers Book 2) by Donya Lynne

Author:Donya Lynne [Lynne, Donya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Phoenix Press LLC
Published: 2020-06-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

And she was ready for him the following night. When he lightly tapped on her door at midnight, she was waiting for him wearing a baby blue nightie and a pair of matching silk panties she’d hustled to the department store to buy after work. She’d barely made it back in time for dinner, which was its own living hell as she tried to eat and make small talk with him and the rest of the family like he wasn’t going to be in her room in less than five hours doing only God knew what to her.

And after a day filled with heated glances, secret smiles from across the room, and one scorching caress up the inside of her thigh when he’d called her into his office to “help him find a file,” she was beside herself with anticipation and had a pretty good idea what to expect.

“That’s cheating,” she had admonished, glaring coquettishly at his hand sliding back down her thigh.

“Sue me,” he’d replied, coming to a stop with his fingers on the inside of her knee.

She had arched one eyebrow, taken a step back, and whispered pointedly, “Midnight.” Then, with a flick of her hips, she’d spun and strolled out of his office, feeling his gaze follow her all the way out the door.

There certainly was something to be said for stoking the fire, because she had felt his carnal need for the rest of the day, especially during the drive home, when she caught him staring at her legs like he was already fantasizing about them hooked over his shoulders or wrapped around his back.

Now the time had finally come.

The moment she let him into her room, he pushed quietly inside, closing the door so carefully that she didn’t even hear the latch click into place. All the sneaking around and secrecy made what they were doing that much more exciting.

He was wearing a pair of plaid flannel pajama pants, a white cotton T-shirt, and no shoes.

“Is this what you wear to bed?” she asked, realizing she’d never seen him in anything but a suit or Dockers with a button-up shirt. The other day he’d worn a cream cable-knit wool sweater that had made him look a bit like a stylish fisherman who was the captain—the sexy captain—of his own fishing boat.

But flannel pants and a T-shirt? This was the first time she’d ever seen him so casual.

He looked down at his attire, then smiled up at her. “What did you expect? That I sleep in the nude?”

“Do you?”

He closed the distance between them and let his hands glide over her hips. “If I’ve got a reason to.” His gaze dropped to her flimsy nightie. “Are you going to give me one?”

Her palms slid down his chest and stomach. “Maybe.”

His smile said it all. He wanted her to be the reason why he ditched his pajamas for the first time in over a decade.

They stared silently at each other for a long moment, his gaze dancing over her face and hair as he tucked a stray strand behind her ear.

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