“Night, lovers!” Emma shouts, as she stumbles through the doorway. Balancing on one leg, she attempts to take her heels off. Instead she lands on her bum with a thud.

“Jesus Christ,” Tanner mumbles, as he sits me down on the sofa in the entryway. “Stay here.”

He grabs Em and throws her over his shoulder. “What the hell! Put me down you big baboon.”

She mumbles endless threats until her voice fades towards her bedroom and moments later he’s back, and I’m being cradled against his chest again. Fighting to keep my eyes open, I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair; he has let it get a little longer than usual. Something to hold onto, I chuckle out loud to my own thoughts. Tanner either doesn’t hear me, or chooses not to buy into my madness. I don’t mind either way, it won’t be long before I let him have his way with me. My body has been craving him since he walked into my office earlier tonight. Thinking of all the things he would do to me and how my body ignites under his touch.

I didn’t realise I had closed my eyes until my ass is placed onto the cold marble of the bathroom counter top. The his and her sinks span the length of the wall, the marble a luxe black in colour. I have to blink a few times to focus, when I do Tanner is kneeling between my legs, unbuckling my heels. Pairing them together, he sits them in the corner and reaches to unbutton my jeans. I lean back onto my forearms, and lift slightly, allowing him to tug them off.

“You can get back down on your knees if you like.” As the words leave my mouth I swear I see him blush. I never thought I would see the day where Tanner Hayes was blushing in the bedroom — well technically the bathroom.

“Arms up,” he says, ignoring me.

I narrow my eyes whilst raising my arms, maybe it’s the alcohol but the desire I can normally see in his bright baby blues is missing. He finishes undressing me and slips one of his grey tee’s over my head.

“Since when did my dark knight turn into a white knight?”