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Chapter 12

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9:06 PM FRIDAY

I’m sitting down in front of the monk, feeling more than a little smug. Maybe I’m flattering myself, but the way Sammi just came, she’s bound to remember tomorrow.

And if she doesn’t? I’ll make her fucking remember again.

Her taste is still on my tongue, and she smiles mischievously down at me.

Fuck. What I wouldn’t do for that smile.

The monk starts speaking Thai again.

Fuck if I know what he’s on about.

To preserve the illusion, though, I pretend.

“Sure thing, mate.” I say, unbuttoning my shirt as if that’s what he asked for.

Given that he stops talking, it might well be.

Imagine that.

I stare into Sammi’s green eyes, making a show of removing my shirt. I unbutton it slowly, watching her bite her lip as I do.

Those fucking gorgeous eyes skim over me, pausing again when they reach my dick.

I’m rock hard, pushing so hard at the fabric of my pants, I think they might just rip.

That’s what Sammi does to me.

Only, right now, I don’t have to hide it.

I drop my shirt onto the ground beside me, inclining my eyes to the floor. An invitation of sorts.

Sammi looks up at the monk, clearly waiting for him to begin.

He says something in Thai again, and I nod enthusiastically.

Whatever the fuck he wants, he’ll have to figure it out himself. I’m a little busy at the moment.

TAP!

Holy fuck.

Tap! Tap!

I wince. Not at all prepared for the pain the races down my arm.

“Oh, fuck me dead!” I curse, unable to hold it in.

I immediately regret it, hearing Sammi’s laugh.

“Really?” she asks, eyebrow arching. “Does it hurtthatbad?”

“No,” I say through gritted teeth, “juuuust kidding.”

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