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I pause to kiss her neck and ears. She meets my mouth with her own for a lengthy kiss. She looks into my eyes and in that instant we both know what this is. And it’s far more than I ever imagined possible for myself.
I want to kiss Sam. I want to smash her. I want to eat her alive. Instead I’ll fuck her into oblivion. I give it to her fast and hard and delight in watching her eyes roll into the back of her head yet again. The sensation is too much for her and she goes limp. She dangles in my arms as I move in and out of her. Her moans start again and her grip around me tightens once more.
I tighten my hands on her hips and she knows what’s next.
I push her against the wall and hold her still as I feel myself coming.
“Do it,” she says. “I want it.”
I put my hands on either side of her, pinning her arms against the wall. I notice the tendons of my forearms bulging. It goes on and on and then she’s coming one more time as my anguished shout takes us both over the edge.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: SAM WASHINGTON
We stay there, standing, panting, cooling off, for a couple of minutes. He withdraws and I am reminded that this will all end. All stories do. But whatever happens next, it will have been worth it.
Hugh puts an arm under my knees and princess carries me out of the room, up the stairs, down the hall, and tosses me onto his bed. “Don’t you move,” he says. “You’re sleeping with me in my bed.”
He leaves, locks the doors, closes the curtains and returns, getting in beside me and turning out the light. “Turn over,” he says.
I give my back to him and he snuggles up against my ass. He reaches over and laces his fingers through my own.
I want to thank him for giving me the best orgasm of my life.
But he is already snoring gently in my ear.
The rain continues to fall, buying us more time.
I must have had the longest and most soothing rest of my life, because I didn’t wake up until the next day.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: HUGH MADDOX
The rain has cleared up this morning. Shit. This means she might leave soon. I hope that doesn’t make me sound too much like Norman Bates, but this woman is a treasure. I allowed her to oversleep. She deserved it. I’m not sure what happened last night, to either of us, but it’s the kind of memory that could sustain me for the rest of my life.
Dammit. I don’t want the memory.
I want her.
Night after night.
Until she begs me to stop.
But damaged goods is more than she deserves.
In an attempt to push the thought of Sam leaving out of my mind, I begin to cook breakfast.
Fair’s fair, as we agreed last night.
Jesus.
Even the thought of it gets me hard. I have to tuck my suddenly interested dick into the band of my sweat suit so it doesn’t bump the hot frying pan that is currently full of sizzling eggs.
“What’s cooking?” she says, appearing at the bottom of the stairs. She’s glowing and I my heart beat begins to quicken at the sight of her.
“Eggs and bacon,” I say. “Coffee. Brought them up from downstairs. Thought we might try a normal meal away from the chamber of horrors.”
She bites the back of my shoulder and puts her arms around my waist. “What’s this?” she says, feeling my poorly concealed erection.
“The usual.”
