Play with the Phantom (Midnight, #2)

by Amanda Richardson

And then, his voice, low and dark, vibrates against me. “Don’t say his name while you’re riding my face.”

“Angel, the only way I’d ever hurt you is if you begged me for it. If you got on your knees, looked up at me with those pretty, desperate eyes, and asked me nicely.”

but also? I bet he looks at you like he’d burn the whole goddamn world to the ground just to make you smile. And I say this as someone who married a man with a similar vibe, it’s fucking terrifying. But it’s also the most powerful thing in the world when it’s real.”

“I think I’m the man who’d die for her. I think I’m the man who wouldn’t trade her for a promotion or a calendar full of conference calls. I’d never even think of letting let her settle for less than what she fucking deserves. And just so we’re clear—neither of us deserve her—but I’m the only one who’d burn this whole fucking world to the ground just to keep her.”

The man who’s going to spend the rest of his life making sure you know you were never too much. That you were always worth choosing.”