“Stop!”I giggled as Sam pulled my hair over one shoulder, kissing my neck as I tried in vain to sort through a new shipment of books.
“Don’t want to,” he grumbled, his hands snaking around my waist and roaming to places that were inappropriate at work when anyone from town could walk past and see through the window what he was doing.
It had been two weeks of openly kissing each other. Two weeks of him showing up at my shop unexpectedly, taking me into the back room where he proceeded to tear off my clothes, then took me out to lunch, still smelling of sex.
And he liked me like that.
I was mortified. Everyone gave us that knowing look, like they could see into our daily lives and knew just how often we had sex. I couldn’t get enough of him, and the more time I spent with him, the more addicted I became. It made it quite difficult to get through the day.
“Sam! I’ve got work to do!”
He hummed against my neck, sending chills down my spine as his hands slid around my front, cupping my breasts. The feelof his cock pressing against my backside nearly had me giving in. Luckily, I was saved by the bell.
He stepped back just as Alyssa walked in, shooting me a knowing look. She’d walked in on us often enough to know exactly what was going on.
“Am I interrupting something?” she grinned.
“Nope. I was just getting started on the inventory.” My face was flaming hot, and my clothes were disheveled from his groping.
Sam surprised me, spinning me around as he crushed his lips to mine. “Later,” he murmured sweet promises.
“Where are you going?”
Striding over to the desk, he grabbed his coat and tugged it on. “I’m meeting Deke.”
“Tell him I said hi.”
Grinning at me, he zipped up his jacket. “You can say hi yourself tonight. He’s coming over for a pre-fight meeting.”
My jaw dropped in shock at his announcement. “A meeting like a meeting? Or a meeting like I should have dinner ready?”
“I’ve already got it taken care of. I’m gonna order some food.”
Thrusting my hand on my hip, I shot him my most devastating glare, which only made him grin. “Samuel Collins, you will not invite your manager over to our house and then feed him takeout!”
“Baby—”
“Don’t you baby me. I’ll make something, and next time, let me know ahead of time so I can properly prepare a meal.”
He saluted me, about to leave, when a rush of fear shot through me.
“Wait!”
Turning again, I ran over to him, ducking my head, afraid of what he was going to say. “This next fight…how big is it?”
“Small potatoes still.”
“But…you could get hurt.”
He tipped up my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Baby, there’s always a chance I could get hurt. You know this.”
“Yes, but…the last fight, I didn’t actually see it.”
“You’ve watched me train,” he reminded me. “You’ve seen what I’m like in the ring.”
Determined, fierce, freaking scary. But that didn’t stop the worry from niggling its way into my brain.
“Hey, it’ll be fine. Trust me on this.”
