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“This isn’t going to be fancy, just so you know.”
I shrug. “You won’t hear me complaining about a sexy beast getting naked for me.”
His hand glides over the front of his dress shirt, undoing buttons as he goes, exposing inch after inch of gloriously sculpted skin. When he reaches the bottom, he shrugs it off his broad shoulders to the floor. My mouth waters, and my pulse thunders as he unbuckles his belt while raising his gaze to mine, then tugs it free of his pants.
Instead of dropping the belt like I expect him to, he places it on the edge of the bed. I raise a brow in question. Sam simply grins. Then, he’s tugging at his zipper, revealing black boxer briefs. Heat coils low in my belly as he dips his hand beneath the waistband and strokes himself.
I rub my thighs together then slide my hand between them, and he notices. “Uh-uh. You tortured me; now it’s my turn. You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.”
“But—” I start.
His hand stills inside his trousers. “Do we have a problem?”
I shake my head. “No,” I pant.What is it about him being a bossy-ass that turns me on so much?
He smirks. “Good.” His hand goes back to stroking his cock, but I want to see what he’s doing.
“Take off your damn pants, Sam.”
His eyes burn at my command. But he does as I say, dropping his trousers and boxers to the ground.
My fingers itch to touch—him or me, I don’t care. I just need to ease this insistent hunger inside of me.
“You like watching me rub my dick for you, don’t you, Hannah?
I nod vigorously. “Very much.”
His head tips back as his fist squeezes his cock hard, and he groans. “As good as your eyes feel on me, your pussy feels better.” Then, he’s at the side of the bed, yanking open his top drawer and pulling out a box of condoms.
“Yo, Sammy—” The bedroom door flies open, smacking against the wall with a thud, leaving a slack-jawed Tom standing in the entrance.
I screech and roll to cover myself, but the bed linens are tucked in so damn tight I struggle to yank them free.Oh-my-God! Oh-my-God! My-boss-is-staring-at-my-ass!I give up on the blankets and fling myself off the side of the bed before peeking my head back to see what’s going on.
Tom bursts out laughing, and I die of embarrassment, pressing my forehead to the side of the bed.
“What the hell?!” Sam yells at him.
Tom buckles over and slaps his knee as he wheezes through his amusement. “Oh my—” He gasps. “This is the best thing ever!”
I glare at him, and Sam stalks toward his cousin, still bare-ass naked. His penis slaps against his stomach with every step, then he shoves Tom out of the room. “What are you doing here?” Sam demands.
“I don’t even remember why I came over.” Tom chuckles.
The following morning,I’m eating breakfast when Tom drops into his seat across from me at our table in Zenith’s restaurant.
“Are you bringing Hannah to your birthday soirée next weekend?” he asks.
“I’d like to, but I don’t know how that would play. I told you about her run-in with Camille at Alejandro’s and the cold reception she got when we walked through the doors.”
He sips his coffee then shrugs. “At least she’ll make it interesting.”
That’s for sure.“As true as that is, I don’t want to put her in a position where she’s going to be ridiculed by a pack of spoiled, jealous bitches.”
“Well, I’ve asked Amy. You’re going to look like an asshole if you don’t ask Hannah now,” Tom states, smirking.
I glare at him. That fucker is going to screw this up for me; I just know it. “Why did you ask Amy? You two aren’t even that serious.”
He scoffs. “Says you—the man who’s dating a woman for no-strings sex for a couple of months.”
