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“At least you sensed something, I was totally unaware, and it scares me for the future.”
“How so?”
“With Samson. I can’t help wondering if maybe my judgment is off all around. Maybe I’m incapable of making a sound decision when it comes to men.”
“That’s ridiculous. Everyone’s entitled to one mistake.”
“One huge mistake. What if I went ahead with the marriage? What if I didn’t see what was going on until we had a child? What if—”
“Stop. Thinking like that will make you crazy. Let’s lighten the conversation and tell me about that gorgeous man Samson.”
Lisbeth expelled another breath, not sure if she’d ever experienced such a rollercoaster of emotions in such a short period. In the last three hours, she’d found out her fiancé was a devious criminal and then reconnected with a long-lost love, who brought her to orgasm not once but three times—a record for her with anyone.
“It was amazing.” Lisbeth cringed slightly at the dreamy tone of her voice.
“As in, he’s as hot in bed as he looks?”
“Hotter.”
Ohh, shit, you’re killing me. I want all the gory details.”
“He was rough and gentle and everything in between . . . and he gave me three orgasms. So many, I think I might’ve lost conscientiousness for a minute.”
“So I guess you could say he was ‘better than capable.’”
Lisbeth rolled her eyes, remembering their conversation about Edward’s skills in the bedroom. “Way more than capable. More like an off-the-charts, toe-curling, out-of-breath fuckfest.”
“Oh, my God, is this my buttoned-up, straight-laced boss using a word like fuckfest?”
“Yup, it must be the orgasms talking.” Lisbeth giggled.
“Lisbeth?” Samson called from her bed.
“I gotta go.”
“Getting ready for round two?” Willow joked.
“You are naughty.” Lisbeth teased back.
“Don’t let me keep you from that hotter-than-hell man.” Willow laughed and then disconnected the call.
Lisbeth laid the phone on the bathroom counter, ran the cold water, leaned over, and splashed her face a few times. The door creaked open, and Samson entered in all his naked glory.
“Yeah, I was just thinking about that position.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to his front, nudging his stiff cock between her ass cheeks. His hips did a slow grind flooding her center with desire.
He anchored his palms on her hips easing her back and forth, gently gliding the length of his cock between her cheeks. Close to her clit but not quite there and just enough to tease her into another kind of hell.
Her heart jacked up when Samson slid his fingers to her clit, keeping the same pace as his hips while he teased her taut nipples with his other hand. She braced herself against the sink and pressed her ass into him, needing the friction as she searched for her release. Samson pinched her clit and nipple simultaneously, and she screamed out seconds before she blew apart.
She dropped her head between her arms and leaned heavily on the sink to support her shaky legs. Lisbeth couldn’t believe she’d had another orgasm, and when she looked into the mirror, he was smirking at her like a cocky bastard.
“Love seeing that look on your face. Nothing hotter than you all wound out and freshly fucked.” She grinned at his words, and a second later, Samson spun her around, lifted her onto the counter, pushed her knees apart, and cupped her ass, pulling her forward until her dripping heat slid onto his raging hard cock.
“Ohh yeah, babe. No place I’d rather be than deep in your pussy.”
He grunted out her name and buried his head in her neck, nipping, biting, and leaving his mark on her—primal and possessive—and she loved it. Lisbeth laced her fingers behind his neck for a better angle.
Samson grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed until she yelped as his thighs slapped against the porcelain sink. He drove deeper, spreading her legs further apart, causing her phone to fall to the floor with a thud along with the plastic bottle of liquid soap. One hand braced against the mirror for leverage while he firmly planted the other on her ass.
