Page 21 of The Starfish Method


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He shakes his head. “You’re not listening to me. Yes, I wanted to sleep with you, but that’s not all. You have no idea what it’s like for a man like me to find someone to spend time with.”

My eyes widen at his outrageous statement. “Are you serious? Do you think I didn’t notice the women practically drooling over you when we went out? You could literally take your pick,” I scoff.

The deep blue of his irises flicker with annoyance. “Do you know how much I’m worth, Hannah?”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t care about your stupid money,Sam.”

“Exactly.” He points at me. “You know, my last girlfriend faked a pregnancy to try to make me marry her. It had nothing to do with me as a person.” He loosens a frustrated growl and runs his hands through his hair. “All I wanted was to be with a woman who doesn’t give a shit about who I am and who wants to hang out and fool around for a while. And to not have to worry about her planning a future that has nothing to do with me and everything to do with my money.”

I’m stunned into silence. For a whole minute, I just look at him, his words running on a loop through my head. I can feel my frown deepening as it all sinks in. “What the hell kind of women have you been dating?”

Like an invisible weight has been lifted from his shoulders, he shrugs. Light finally returns to his gaze. “The wrong ones, obviously.”

“No shit,” I blurt.

He chuckles then reaches for me again. This time, I let him take my hand, and his thumb caresses the underside of my wrist as he speaks. “I didn’t tell you this to hurt you. I wanted you to know; I’m aware you don’t want a long-term relationship, and I’m okay with that. But instead of things having to get bad or awkward between us, how about we make a deal?”

I arch my brows. “What kind of deal?”

“When either of us is ready for this thing we’ve got going on to end, we talk about it. Let’s go out on a high note and part ways as friends.”

That actually sounds really good. I smile at him then push onto my toes. “You have yourself a deal,” I murmur against his lips, then I kiss him.

Her tongue parts my lips,and I wrap my arms around her tiny waist, drawing her body closer. I love the feel of her pressed against me. My dick starts getting the wrong idea as blood pumps south, and he begins growing in my trousers.

“Seriously?” Hannah pulls her lips away from mine, her eyes darting to my burgeoning hard-on.

I shrug. “He likes you as much as I do.”

Dimples pop in her cheeks as she smiles, then she waggles her brows and lowers herself to her knees before me.

My eyes widen. “Holy shit. What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” she murmurs in a husky whisper that has my dick straining to get to her.

I release a pent-up breath. “You don’t have to do that, Hannah.” My dick is yelling at me to shut my damn mouth, but I had to say it.

She smirks. “Soon you’ll learn, Sammy, I don’t do anything I don’t want to.” Then, she lowers my zipper and frees my cock.

It throbs in her small hand. Her eyes meet mine as she leans forward and takes me into her mouth.

My fingers lock in her hair, and she sucks me to the back of her throat. “Christ,” I groan.

Her free hand cups my balls, and she rolls them in her palm while massaging my taint with her fingertips. My hips surge forward—I can’t help it—and then she moans—I definitely can’t stop doing it.

Less than five minutes later, I come in her sweet mouth then help her back to her feet. A few strands of her long, pink hair hang in her eyes, and I tuck them back behind her ear then kiss her soundly.

When I pull away, she grins at me, and I know I’m mirroring it.

The next few days fly by with nothing more than a few texts shared between us as we’re both busy with work. I’m anxious to see her on Saturday, but Friday afternoon, I get a text from Hannah, telling me she has to cancel our dinner.

To say I’m less than happy about it is an understatement. But she says it can’t be helped.

It’s a full week before we’ll get to see each other in person again, but we’ve been video-calling almost daily. Which is what we’re doing right now.

“And this is Leviathan,” she chirps, turning her phone around to face a huge fish tank that I somehow missed when I was there the other week. “Levi, say hi,” she tells the lobster.

I laugh. “Wow, I thought you were kidding about having a pet crustacean.”

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