Page 17 of The Starfish Method


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My cheeks pull tight as my smile spreads across my face. Then, I throw the blanket to the side and launch myself at him. He falls back, and I end up straddling his incredible body. I run my greedy hands across his sculpted chest, marveling at every rise and fall of his muscles.

“You’d better stop touching me unless you’re ready for round two,” Sam warns me with an upward thrust of his hips. His dick glides against my butt, and I spin around.He’s getting hard again.

“Already?” I ask, shocked and delighted.

The grin that crosses his lips is downright wicked. “Apparently so.”

I scurry off of him and reach for the spent condom still covering his length. Discarding it in a tissue from my side table, I open the top drawer and grab a fresh one. Sam’s eyes follow me as I tear the package open, remove the condom, then toss the packet over my shoulder. He chuckles then chokes on the sound as I wrap my hand around his thick dick and roll the rubber to his base.

* * *

The buzzingof my alarm wakes me from a deep sleep. I slap my hand around until it lands on it, and I turn it off. I’m usually up before it even has a chance to go off, but not after last night. It’s official: Sam is a very talented lover with unbelievable stamina.

I’m not sure what time it was when he pressed his lips to my shoulder and murmured his goodbyes. I was so exhausted I think I was asleep before he was even out of my apartment.

Rolling out of bed, I snatch my phone and stumble to the bathroom. Dropping onto the toilet, I read a text from Sam as I relieve myself.

SAM ~I’m ready for date number four when you are. But this one’s on my terms.~

Warmth fills my chest, and I set my phone aside and get in the shower. My body is sore, but in a you-had-incredible-sex-several-times-last-night kind of way.

I’m still smiling when I arrive at work an hour later. I’m in such a good mood I don’t even care that the food-preppers are down a man, thus my girls’ breakfast is running late. I’ve never been one to sit still, so I start loading what has been prepared with my babies’ vitamins.

“You’re awfully chipper this morning,” Tami, one of the preppers, says, nudging me in the ribs with her elbow.

I waggle my brows back at her. “I’ve had four very good reasons to plaster this smile on my face recently.”

She bursts out laughing. “Damn, girl. Where can I get me a man who delivers like that?!”

“I don’t even know how I got him,” I tell her, shrugging. And the statement rings true.Why did Sam and Tom approach Amy and me in the first place?I don’t buy that Tom couldn’t get a table, but I didn’t even think to ask. And now it’s bugging me.

I finish stuffing the last chunk of tuna with a horse-sized vitamin then go scrub my hands in the huge stainless-steel sink. After pulling my phone from my pocket, I send Sam a quick text, asking him about it.

ME ~So, you never did tell me why you guys crashed Amy’s and my girls’ night…~

Violet approaches as I slide my phone away. “Morning, Vi.”

“Hey, Han. You busy? Wanna help me bring my guys in?”

“Sure.” We have to move the turtles into a separate area when we feed the sharks since we use the same method to feed them. We don’t want one of my girls getting a little overeager and taking a chunk out of one of Violet’s turtles if they swim on over, thinking it’s a snack for them.

Vi hands me one of the colored rods we use to signal the turtles, and we make our way to the top of the tank. It doesn’t take Mate and Sheela long to spot their rods in the water and come over.

“Thanks. It’s easier with two people. I’m on my own today. Leila’s down with something,” Vi says as she hands a cabbage leaf to Mate.

“Something must be going around. The preppers are out a man today, too. Anyway, let me know if you need a hand with anything else. I’m off to feed my babies.”

It takes four people just to feed my girls, then another to operate the shoots that release food into the water at the bottom of the tank to keep the bottom feeders happy. Plus two more who scatter food at the opposite side from where my girls are fed to keep everyone else away.

Walking back into the prep room, I scoop up the bucket labeledTina. “Let’s go, people,” I call, and everyone nods as we file out of the room, buckets and feeding poles in hand.

There’s one feeder assigned to each shark. Tina is my main girl and the largest of our collection. She’s a ten-foot tiger with a little bit of an attitude. Then there’s Ruby, our blacktip reef shark; Lulu is a lemon shark; and Bertha is a bull. The girls have all been trained to feed from the same spot at the same time every feed.

My phone chimes in my pocket, and I pull it out. Sam has replied to my earlier text.

SAM ~We were hungry and two beautiful women were eating alone. It made sense to ask if we could join you.~

But that doesn’t explain them talking to Mike at the bar and him clearly pointing at me from across the room before they headed our way.

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