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“Yes, of course, fate. You have a nightclub that has events, and I have an event planning agency.” She had officially stooped to inane chatter. She usually prided herself on having intelligent conversations. One of her attributes Edward always complimented was her ability to speak comfortably with anyone until now.
“Not exactly what I meant.” His piercing gaze frazzled Lisbeth’s frayed nerve endings.
She’d gone back and forth the whole ride to the club about whether or not to tell Samson about her engagement. She wasn’t expecting a private dinner in his office, and she certainly didn’t want to lead him on, but securing this deal would mean so much for the Vegas business and—
He placed his glass on the coffee table and closed his hand over hers seconds before leaning in and cupping the back of her neck. Lisbeth swallowed hard, and when her lips parted, Samson covered them with his. He slid next to her on the couch and deepened the kiss. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you for the last five days.”
Oh God, so had she. Her sleepless nights resulted from her trying to push Samson out of her head, trying to forget how just being in the same room with him lit her up from the inside out and how hearing his rough rasp set off a craving within her only he could satisfy.
His palms roamed up her back, and she shifted closer, her body moving on instinct, ignoring the warning bells shrieking in her ear.
Lisbeth’s brain screamed at her to break away and tell him she was engaged, but another part of her needed his touch and reveled in his urgency.
His mouth traveled over her neck, across her collarbone, and her nipples stiffened. “It’s been so long, yet it feels like yesterday. It feels like I still know every part of your body.”
She dug her hand into the back of his neck and cursed herself for being so weak, but she couldn’t deny his words. Samson knew her every crevice, every sensitive spot, and he took no mercy. He used his knowledge to bring her to the most exquisite highs and orgasms she’d never experienced since—not even with Edward.
Why was she doing this with a man she hadn’t seen in ten years? A man who broke her heart into brittle shards of pain? What was wrong with her? She had to—
“Stop.” Lisbeth pushed against his shoulders, and he peered at her with hooded eyes, his lips still parted and wet from her mouth.
“Business is over, babe. Don’t worry, you got the club’s account.” Samson pulled her into his arms again. “Now it’s time to celebrate.” He dove back in, attacking the sensitive skin of her neck, and she let him.
“I need to tell you something,” she mumbled against the scruff on his jaw. “Something I should’ve cleared up the other night and definitely should’ve disclosed when I came here today.”
“You got nothing to disclose. You got a first-class operation.” Samson waved his hand over her briefcase. “Figures don’t lie.” Then he sat back, and a smug smile covered his face. “You got the job, babe. So, what could you possibly have to tell me that’s more important than you and me picking up where we left off all those years ago?”
She gritted her teeth to the point of pain, then swallowed hard. “I’m engaged and getting married in three months.”
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Samson’s brow furrowed, and his eyes narrowed. He stared at her for a few heartbeats. “Makes sense.”
That was his reaction to her big revelation. She’d expected shock, even anger, but not this.
“I wouldn’t expect a beautiful woman like you to be unattached.”
“I’m more than attached. I’m getting married in three months, and I should’ve told you this long before now.” She mashed her lips together. “I don’t want to enter into this business arrangement under false pretenses.”
He stared at her again, and she willed herself to stay quiet. One of two things would happen: he’d call her out for lying and ask her to leave, or he’d appreciate her honesty, although delayed, and they could move forward on a business platform only.
Instead, Samson grabbed her face between his palms, his eyes locked with hers, searching, maybe trying to find the Lisbeth from years ago. Then he devoured her with his lips. She braced her hands against his shoulders—not to push him away, but to draw him closer, then her traitorous body moaned into his mouth, and she shuddered at the sound.
Lisbeth broke away from their embrace. His hands moved over her shoulders, circled her waist, then cupped her ass, pulling her into his massive body. His erection pressed against her stomach while his lips continued their journey down her neck, nipping at her collarbone.
Samson’s grin grew to an all-out smile. “I still remember all your sensitive spots, all the places that make you hot—the places that make you mine.
Lisbeth shifted and pressed her palms against his shoulders, and this time, she pushed against him hard until he was forced to look at her. A shock of hair hung over his right eye, full lips parted and waiting. Her erotic dream from the other night was now in living, breathing technicolor.
“Did you hear what I said? I’m engaged to be married.”
“I heard you.” He lowered his head to her neck, but she arched away from him.
“Then you know we are—”
“Made for each other.” He rested his arms over her shoulders. “Yeah, I knew ten years ago, but bullshit got in the way. Nothing is stopping us now.”
“Except for me getting married to another man.”
