He stood and stepped back, licking his lips then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to remove the sticky evidence of her pleasure.
“Delicious,” he said. “Complex. Moreish.”
The look in his eyes was one of deep satisfaction, but she could see the hard bulge of his cock pressing painfully against the denim of his jeans, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to have him in her mouth.
She sat up and tucked her fingers into his waistband, drawing him towards her and reaching for his fly, but he caught her hands in his and shook his head.
“That isn’t what this was about.”
He retrieved her dress and her underwear and handed them to her.
She hesitated, bewildered. “But you—”
He gave her a slow, lazy grin that had her pussy tingling all over again. “This wasn’t about me. It was about you. I told you I was going to worship your body, then walk you to your car, and that’s what I’m going to do. So put your clothes on, because as much as I can’t get enough of those amazing curves, if any of Marjorie’s little gang of Stepford Wives see me walking you to your car butt-naked, she’s liable to have a conniption fit.”
Clover dressed, questions swirling in her mind.
Sam walked her to her car, holding her hand possessively in his. He drew her into his arms, and though she could feel the hot, hard length of his aroused cock against her belly, he kissed her almost chastely before standing looking after her as she drove away in a daze.
