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Sam blinks, frowning. I take his hand and lead him into the bathroom. He's silent as I unwrap the toilet paper from around the test and place it, result-side up, on the bathroom sink. Sam's eyes widen when he looks at me.
“…Are you fucking kidding me?”
I shake my head, then squeak when he tugs me into a tight hug and kisses the life out of me. I laugh, surprised but elated. I should have known better, how could I have ever doubted Sam would be happy to have more kids? He already loves Kelsie so much.
“You okay there, baby?” he asks when we part for air, cupping my face and pushing my hair back. My heart is racing and I feel dizzy, and only part of that can be blamed on the kiss.
“Yeah,” I manage, laughing again. “Just nervous. About…”
Not about his reaction. About me. About coming off my meds and being pregnant. About what might come after. About whether the stress of a baby will be too much for me. What if my mind starts playing tricks on me again? I haven't had a mental breakdown since the whole thing with Marissa, but who knows what the future holds? I would die if something happened to Kelsie, Sam,orour child and it was my fault—
“You're already a great mum,” Sam says tenderly. His fingers gently caress my face, adoration in his eyes. My throat goes tight, and my eyes burn with the promise of happy tears. “If I doubted that for a second, I wouldn’t let you near Kelsie.”
“I just worry about everything, you know…”
Sam smiles and kisses me again. “Just relax and enjoy it, Chloe,” he murmurs, pressing me up against the bathroom sink, his hands sliding to my hips and his lips insistent on mine, my jaw, my neck. “This is great news.”
“You mean it?”
“I do.” He pulls back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The smirk is back. I so love that smirk. “In fact, there's only one way I can think of to make this night even better.”
Without further warning, he hoists me up into his arms, making me squeal with delight and wrap my arms and legs around him, laughing as he carries me into the bedroom. He eyes the glasses and sparkling grape juice on the little table by the window, but only for a moment. He's always looked at me first whenever I enter a room.
Sam leans down, kissing my shoulder and neck as he pushes the robe off me. I arch to help him, and smile at the quiet growl he lets out at the sight of me.
“This all for me?” he whispers, fingers wide and insistent on my hip. It looks like he can't decide whether to tear my clothes off me or take them off slowly, unwrapping me like a present.
“Always,” I promise, spreading my legs.
I grab his suit jacket and push it off his shoulders, then the ends of his tie that had already been undone, before I begin to unbutton his shirt. Sam sits back on his heels, breathing hard as he watches me undress him.
When his shirt is unbuttoned, he pushes me back and shoves my chemise up, baring my stomach. He leans down and kisses the skin just below my navel, reverent and slow. The sight makes my head spin, my body trembling with so much arousal andlovefor this man. He leans into my wandering hands, smiling as I pet his head and lift my hips, silently begging for more.
He kisses my hipbone and then digs his teeth around the seam of my panties, tugging them down to my knees before his hands take over. He pulls them off and tosses them to one side.
“Fuck,” he snarls, one hand flying down to squeeze his cock through his slacks.
“That's the idea, I assume,” I tease back.
He laughs, playfully swatting my thigh. But as always, his attention doesn't drift too far away. I watch him, enthralled with the sight he makes, his chest heaving, jaw clenched. He always radiates such sharp focus, such animal strength and predatory intent when we do this, and it's one of the hottest things I've seen in my entire life.
I press my lips together and whine for him, reaching down to spread myself open and show him how wet I am already; how wet he makes me. He groans, and practically throws himself down, burying his face between my legs as his free hand grabs mine and holds my fingers tight.
He's gotten so good at this, but it still takes me by surprise every time. Another series of helpless sounds falls from my lips as his tongue works its way inside me, teeth trapping the sensitive flesh around my clit and sucking so hard my toes curl. His nose pushes hard against me as he drags his face up, tongue seeking my clit and wrapping around it with a surgeon's precision as soon as he feels me twitch and hears me cry out for him.
“Sam,” I gasp, clutching at his hair. “Sam, p-please,fuck, please!”
I hear him laugh; a dark, low sound. The sucking and licking suddenly stops, leaving me so close to the edge I could cry. He prowls over me then, cupping the back of my neck and kissing me with his mouth coated in myself. His cock, still clothed, grinds down on my sensitive skin, his slacks too rough but making it hurt in a good way.
I can barely catch my breath, my heart racing as I stare up at him. His eyes, black in the low light, hold all kinds of dirty promises if I just obey him, and do what he wants. I want to give him what he wants; I want to give him everything.
He kisses his way down to my ear, and growls, “Take me out.”
I whimper, biting my lower lip as I force my shaking hands between our bodies, fumbling with his belt, and the button and zip of his slacks. I use my knees and heels to shove the clothes down, then his underwear, until we're both half-clothed and rutting together like animals.
“Sam,” I whisper.
“Mm.” His lips graze my ear, and the skin below it, along my neck. Goosebumps break out on my arms and a shiver runs down my spine so sharply I ache. Arousal gnaws like a starving thing in my stomach. “Just hold yourself open for me, sweetheart.” I do, spreading myself apart and whining every time he teases me with the head of his cock, only to pull back before sinking inside.
