But I didn’t care anymore. I wanted it. I wanted him.Look at me, the devil on my shoulder said.Look at me now. Show me what you want to do to me, Sam.
He didn’t. But when I whispered, “please,” he made a strange grunting sound. He pressed his thumbs hard into my aching muscles, thrusting his thumbs into the curve of my soles. “This? Is this what you want, sweetheart?”
It sounded filthy.
No, it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted more. But it would have to do for now. And it felt so fucking good. My foot was in his lap, so close I could tilt it sideways and touch him. Was he hard? God, that nearly sent me over the edge.
But not more than when he curved his knuckles into one of my arches, just below the ball, holding me firm and strong with his other hand.
I gasped, curling my toes, tensing my calves like I was straining for relief. “Yes,” I moaned. I’d inched my way down the bed. My chest heaved, my cheeks burning.
He grunted again, that sound like he was in pain. But still, he added even more pressure. When he hit the center of my muscle my whole body released, pleasure rippling over me.
Was it possible to have an orgasm from a foot massage? I felt like it might be happening. Or it could, if he kept going. Iknew what this man was capable of. This was the man who’d put a baby in me, and here he was finally touching me in a way I’d never thought of, but that felt so good I was throbbing between my legs. Slick. Desperate for him.
Sam shifted on the bed, and I was so afraid he was going to stop I opened my mouth to beg him not to. But he’d angled himself more in my direction, bending his leg under my calves. He pressed my soles against his stomach. He leaned forward, forcing them into a stretch.
“Oh,God,” I said, whimpering. Moaning. Guttural. “Sam, God,yes?—”
Abruptly, Sam moved back, dropping my feet on the bed like they were burning him.
I heard him curse under his breath as he stood up fast. He wasn’t facing me. He’d braced an arm against the wall, his shoulders heaving.
Mortification flooded my body, dousing water on the flames that had engulfed me a microsecond earlier.
What had I just done? What were thosenoisesI was making?
Sam hadn’t moved. He just stood there, his back still to me.
“Sam? Are you okay?”
Sam cleared his throat. “Yup. Totally. Well, I guess I should be going.”
I sat up. “Oh. Okay.” My voice was tight. What thefuckwas wrong with me? I swung my legs over the side of the bed. “Thank you so much, Sam. I’m feeling much better.”
“Sure,” he said. “No problem.”
Had I been wrong? Humiliation burned in my throat. I didn’t think I was, not with what he’d said, but I still turned something that should have been innocent into a moaning sex show.
Sam looked over his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
No, I'm not okay! I threw myself at you! And you’re running away!
“Yes, fine.”
He nodded. “Good. Okay. Well, I’ll call you later, about next week.”
“Mm-hmm.”
He hesitated, then said, “Say goodbye to the boys for me, Ellie.”
Then he was gone, moving fast. The front door clicked softly shut behind him.
CHAPTER 19
Mrs. Patel
SAM
