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“You’re thinking too much again,” he warned as his fingers slid into her booty shorts and then inched their way to her center.
She reveled in the sensations for a minute longer than she should’ve, then wiggled out of his hold. “We have to stop.”
“I can’t stop. Not when I got your sweet body pressed up against me. Not when you got me all wound up.” He pushed Lisbeth’s robe over her shoulders. “You have way too many clothes on.”
The robe pooled at her feet, and in one smooth move, he hoisted her and set her on the counter. Sliding his palm into the camisole, he cupped her breast, then nudged the silky material until he captured her taut nipple between his lips. She arched her back, giving him better access as she cupped his face, holding him in place. He lapped at the sensitive flesh as his other hand snuck into her shorts again. This time, she was wet and oh-so-ready as his thumb teased her clit. Then he drove two fingers into her heat, pulsing and pumping Lisbeth into a frenzy. Her hips bucked against his hand as he spread her legs wider. He pulled the thin material of her top over her head and flung it on the counter, then kissed his way down her belly.
“This is what I call a healthy breakfast.” He smirked against her skin and continued his journey lower until he reached the elastic of her booty shorts. God help her, but she wanted him in every way, and she wanted him now.
While Lisbeth shimmied her shorts over her hips, a faint knocking caught her attention, but she ignored it, totally in the zone of Samson and his magic fingers.
The knocking persisted, getting louder with each rap.
“Who the fuck is that?” Samson mumbled against her hip.
“Ignore it. If it's a delivery, they’ll come back later. Anyone else can wait.” Her brain quickly flashed who it might be but came up empty. She already talked to Willow and Juliet but—
“Lisbeth, are you there?”
24
Lisbeth gasped, pushed against Samson’s shoulders, and hopped off the counter. In one awkward move, she righted her shorts, retrieved her top off the counter, then did a hop and a skip, nearly tripping over the robe tangled around her feet.
“Lisbeth?’ Edward’s voice came through the door loud and clear, and a crippling panic washed over her, not knowing what to do first.
“I take it that’s your fiancé?” Samson stage whispered, adjusting the erection straining against the zipper of his jeans.
Lisbeth’s eyes widened as she nodded. This was not the way she wanted to break off her engagement.
In case you were wondering, this half-naked, tatted hottie with the raging hard-on who just happens to be built like a brick shit house is who I almost had wild, erotic sex with on a kitchen counter. Oh, and by the way, I want to break off our engagement.
She pushed at Samson’s shoulders, but he dug his heels in, refusing to budge. “Go into the bedroom.” Her urgent plea contained desperation and panic as she angled him toward the hallway.
Edward knocked again. “Lisbeth, are you home?”
“I think I should stay and get this over with.” He threw over his shoulder.
“The only thing worse than breaking up with my fiancé would be doing it with you leering half-naked in the background.”
Samson stopped at her bedroom door. “What if he gets pissed and tries to hurt you?”
“I can handle Edward. He’s extremely non-violent.” She gave Samson one last shove, then headed toward the door.
Lisbeth hurried to the front door, gripped the doorknob, drew in a cleansing breath, unlocked the deadbolt, and opened the door. “Edward, what are you doing here?”
He barged past her, his eyes scanning the living room. “I thought I heard you talking to someone.”
“I was talking to Willow about an upcoming event,” which was half true. She did talk to Willow maybe an hour ago only it was about spying on Edward’s family. Close enough.
“I’ve been calling you for the last two hours, and your phone kept going to voicemail.”
Yup, the exact time she got off the phone with Juliet, then snuggled into bed with Samson.Ohh, God!
“I’ve been having trouble with my phone lately.” Weak, but it was plausible.
“You never called me last night, and when I couldn’t reach you this morning, I became concerned. I called Juliet, but of course, she was no help.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll never understand what you see in that spoiled diva.”
“She’s a good friend”—Edward’s and Juliet’s feelings were a mutual dislike—“and she’s not a spoiled diva.” Lisbeth tugged the robe tighter around her waist. “As you can see, I’m fine.”
