Page 90 of In Love and Revenge

‘I don’t know. I don’t think so, but maybe ...’

‘I wonder what he wants.’

‘Why are you whispering?’

‘I . . .’

‘Oh my God!’ Dove gasps, seeming eager for a distraction. ‘Did you hook up with someone after I left?’

‘Um . . .’

‘Tell me the truth. Is there a hot-blooded male in your bed right now, Rory?’ she teases.

I glance over my shoulder at Rafael’s sleeping form, looking like some kind of Greek god statue carved from marble. The sheets have got tangled beneath us, and his glorious thick thighs and arse are on full display, taut and muscular, and practically screaming to be bitten.

‘Yes ... He’s, um ... asleep.’ I wince, unable to lie to my best friend, even if I did spend the night getting thoroughly dicked by her eldest and grumpiest brother.

Please God, don’t let her ask me who.

‘Okay,’ she hums knowingly, like we’re in on a fun secret. ‘In that case I’ll let you go. Just tell me one thing ... Fart sex?’

‘Oh God, no!’ I splutter. ‘The opposite, like as far from it as you can possibly imagine. I think I witnessed the afterlife and came back after my orgasm,’ I blurt, then immediately cringe.

God, if she ever finds out I’m saying these things about Rafael ...

He shifts in the bed behind me, then a large hand wraps around my waist, splaying across my stomach and pulling me backwards.

‘Aurora,’ he mumbles sleepily.

‘Go.’ Dove giggles. ‘Sounds like you’re needed.’

I slump forwards in relief, dropping my phone on the carpet. The strong hand on my stomach tugs again, encouraging me to lie back down.

Far too easily, I sink back inside Rafael Fairfax’s arms and let out a sigh as they wrap around me, his forearms flexing as he gathers me up inside his grip. Only this time his semi-harddick isn’t just semi any more. It’s fully engorged, standing to attention, ready to go ... much like the warm set of lips that are kissing a trail down the side of my neck with increasing determination.

His rich, deep voice makes his chest vibrate against my back.

‘Open your legs,’ he purrs.

A whimper breaks from me at the same moment as long, skilled fingers graze my clit. I should resist.I should. But technically it’s not morning yet, and ...

‘Oh,’ I moan as he rubs my clit with the perfect amount of pressure that I know I’ll be coming with in minutes.

‘That feel good?’ he whispers, kissing my neck. ‘Let me make it even better.’

I manage a breathy mumble of agreement, then his legs are entangled with mine once again as his glorious, thick dick slides inside me.

His other hand grabs my breast possessively, squeezing it as he fucks me, slow and deep.

I thought it was just in his sleep, but it seems until dawn, at least, Rafael Fairfax has no intention of letting me go.

And I am more than okay with that.

Chapter 23

Rafael

Cool cotton carrying the scent of something light and floral cradles my head as I crack my eyes open. Best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while. Rolling my shoulders with a groan, I smile.