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“Come on, baby. Let me feel you come.”
His fingers worked faster and not ten seconds later, my eyes shut as the most wonderful shiver took over my whole body.
Sam held me in his arms. Allowing me to come down from my high. Then he lured my body to straddle him.
“You like that, huh.” Sam whispered into my ear. “Tell me you want more.”
“I want you. All of you. Take me. Now.”
A sinful grin of satisfaction grew on his lips. “Who’s being the boss now?”
“It’s you. Always you.”
And to prove how much he was, Sam guided his dick inside me with one swift move.
His rhythm was perfect. Just enough to send me on the wildest edge. And when his rhythm became faster, I felt a second wave of orgasm coming fast.
Sex with Sam was mesmerizing. An explosion of lust and that damned spark. It was like our bodies were made to fit one another. We were in sync. More than just our heartbeats. Our orgasms too.
While there in his arms, nothing could scare me.
And that in itself was the most terrifying feeling of all.
* * *
Chapter Thirteen
Could it be that the sun rays were brighter than ever this morning or was that just my aura of bliss that lit up my office?
Yep, it’s me. It was one hundred percent me.
Well done, Lucy Monroe. Your hormones sincerely thank you for finally stirring them back to life from their early menopause. Endorphin levels were beyond sky-high. Who knew having a great – no, spectacular – sex life could feel like this? Everyone. Everyone knew that.
My facial muscles were starting to hurt from the full-on grinning from ear to ear. And I couldn’t stop humming. There I was, in the tiny kitchenette, watching the coffee machine dripping French roast into my beloved rainbow cup and I was humming. Didn’t care who could hear me. Neither did I care that I was going to be late for the meeting with my team.
And this was all because ofhim.
Sam and I have been spending more time together now than ever. We’ve been taking our after-hour meetings outside the office, at my humble apartment or at his lavish penthouse. We’d work for an hour or two and multi-task with preparing dinner. Well, Sam did. Me, not so much. I was either just working, just eating the food he cooked or just staring at him parading in an apron over his work suit and sometimes over his birthday suit. Our meetings at home would end on a much different note than at work. Since that stormy night two weeks ago, Sam and I managed to keep our libido in check at the meeting rooms. But at our house, it was a whole different story. It always ended with sex. Mind-blowing, toe-curling, fully orgasmic sex. We’d spend the night, wake up in the same bed and sometimes mornings started with the occasional breakfast in bed that involved no food whatsoever. Then we’d go to work separately. Sam would leave early and I, late, as usual.
Today’s morning started early. As I woke up, I was greeted by Sam’s gloriously naked body right in front of me when he was brushing his teeth in the ensuite. Sam had an important early meeting on the other side of town and had woken up before the first rays of sunlight. He didn’t want to be late, which meant leaving an hour early and skipping any kind of breakfast. To make up for interrupting the last hour of my sleep, Sam promised he’d bring me a lavender vanilla latte, even if he had no idea from where. For now, I’ll just enjoy my French roast.
When I returned to my office, I found my desk phone ringing. It was an unknown number. I was already five minutes late for the meeting, so I let the phone ring till it stopped. I collected my tablet, my phone and a pen and made to leave. I had just pulled my door open when the ringing sound came again.
Shit, I should take it. Might be one of our clients requiring something urgent.
I jogged to my desk and answered the call. “Hello?”
“Lucille, go to my office.”
My grin reignited at hearing his voice. “Oh, Sam. I didn’t recognize you for a second there.”
“Yea, I changed my voice since the last you heard me. Where the hell were you? I’ve drained my phone battery calling you.”
With a confused grimace, I peeked at the caller ID on the phone. Unknown number. Was this really Sam?
“I was making coffee.”
A clear huff came through the receiver. “You and your fucking coffee obsession. Shall I wait for you to blow on your hot brew now or will you just go to my office like I asked?”
