Dance with the Devil (Midnight, #1)

by Amanda Richardson

She smiled at me—was it for me? It felt like it was just for me, like she knows how I feel. But does she? How could she? I have to be careful. I can’t let this get out of hand. She’s my assistant, my subordinate, but more than that... she’s mine. No, that’s wrong. She’s not mine. But she could be. She should be. She belongs in my life. We fit together so perfectly. She doesn’t even know it yet, but she will. I’ll make sure of it.

This is so fucked up. I mean, my boss is eating me out from behind right now and talking about knocking me up, and it doesn’t feel wrong.

I keep imagining her, alone in her house, two hundred miles away. It’s too far. Farther than I can stand. What if something happens? What if she needs me? What if someone else is there, trying to take her from me? The thought drives me mad, fills me with a rage I can barely control. I need to see her. I need to be with her. Today.

My entire life orbits around her, and she still has no fucking idea.

Let me make one thing very clear,” I say, my voice rumbling as I slowly pull out of her. “When I’m inside of you, there is only me. When I am fucking you, there is only me. When we are together, you say my name.”

this was in response to saying 'Oh God' if I remember correctly

“You don’t seem to understand just how much I want you. How long I’ve been waiting for you. Not someone like you. You. Since the first time I saw your picture. Your eyes—it was like I was seeing into a future I didn’t even know existed.”

I know you the way a man knows the thing he was never meant to have—too well, too deep, too much.