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“I don’t care.” He parts my mouth with his tongue, seeking refuge and taking the breath from my lungs. This man doesn’t just kiss—he makes love to every part of my body, and it’s not long before I crave something more.
Saxon reads my desire and slips his hand between us, stroking me over my underwear. When he feels my heat, he hums into my mouth, a guttural punch to my electrified core. I scissor my legs, desperate for more, but sadly, the ringing of Saxon’s cell spoils the mood.
Usually, he would ignore it. But lately, he seems to be on his phone… a lot. I have no idea who he’s speaking to, and when I ask who it is, he says it’s just someone from work. No elaboration, which has me conjuring up situations which involve a pretty, raven-haired girl.
“Fuck.” He sighs into my mouth. Reaching across to the bedside table, he peers at the screen, tonguing his upper lip. I know what he’s going to say, so I beat him to the punch.
“It’s fine. Take it.”
The regret is clear, but he quickly untangles himself from our embrace and shoots upright. “Hey. Give me a minute.”
Sitting up, I lean against the headboard and watch as he searches the room for his jeans. He slips into them, without even bothering to do up his zipper, and he’s out the door. Sighing, I rub my chest, the heartburn returning.
I’m not expecting Saxon to share every single detail of his life, but I know he’s hiding something from me. The whispering and the need to excuse himself to take a call is a sure sign that something is going on.
I’ve asked him countless times if everything is all right. And the answer is always the same. ‘Everything is fine.’ But I can’t help shake the feeling that everything is far from fine.
No longer in the mood, I kick off the blankets and decide to shower and do some work. Things have not been good. There sadly will always be war in the world, but lately, it seems like no one is getting along. My emails have been met with hostility, and I know now would be the time to offer my assistance abroad.
Sighing, I grab my clothes and make my way to the bathroom. Saxon is nowhere in sight, which only stokes my suspicions. Lost in conspiracy theories, I’m not paying attention to my surroundings and bump straight into Sam.
“Oh, shit.” He steadies me as I try to hold my clothes.
“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” As I attempt to rectify that, I suddenly wish I didn’t because Samuel’s rock-hard chest is staring me straight in the face. Wow. Has he always been this toned? Nevertheless, his almost nakedness reminds me that I’m in nothing but underwear and a crop top.
Instantly, I attempt to cover up using my hands and crossing my legs, but it’s useless. Sam laughs, delivering a devious wink. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
My cheeks blister, and the blush cascades all the way to my toes. Pulling it together, I smirk. “Did you want to use the bathroom first? You probably want to wash the depravity from your bones.”
His mouth parts in humor. Kudos to me. “Speaking of…” He runs his fingers through his ruffled hair, stirring images of Alicia doing the same. “What are you and Saxon doing tonight?”
“That was not a good lead,” I tease, unsure where he’s going with this.
He chuckles, the atmosphere instantly quelling. “It’s Alicia’s birthday, and she wants to go see some band. I was wondering if you and Saxon would come.”
“A band? Since when do you see bands?” I quip, folding my arms.
“Since never. That’s why I need you guys to come and explain what exactly a grassroots band is.”
A smirk tugs at my lips. “You owe me.”
“So that means you’ll come?” He looks on the cusp of begging.
“Only because I can’t wait to watch you squirm.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Take it or leave it,” I tease, driving a hard bargain.
“I’ll take it,” he counters, his gaze fleeting over my body, reminding me that we can continue this conversation when I have on suitable clothing. “Thank you, Lucy.” He turns serious. “Alicia doesn’t have many friends, and she really wants to get to know you better.”
I bite my tongue, resisting the temptation to reveal the reason she doesn’t have any friends. “No worries. Thanks for inviting me.”
Sam nods, before an unreadable look passes him. I have no idea what just happened, but what I do know is that I should shower and dress.
“Hey.”
My heart ends up in my throat when I see Saxon standing at the end of the hall. He’s holding his cell loosely in his palm at his side. I can only imagine what he’s thinking—me standing in my underwear, Sam topless, while a weird undercurrent flows between us.
