Play with the Phantom (Midnight, #2)

by Amanda Richardson

“You don’t need to think.” His grip locks just enough to make my pulse stutter. “Not with me.”

“Let me take care of you the way you deserve to be taken care of.”

I fucking love how submissive she becomes with me—fiery during the day, and soft as silk beneath me when she lets go. It’s fucking beautiful, watching that fire in her dim just enough to flicker into something else entirely. Something raw. Vulnerable. Mine.

“—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.”

“She chose me. Not because I swooped in, but because you left the door wide open and never even noticed.”