“This pussy was made for me.” He grips one of my tits and plays with my nipple. “Say it.”
“My pussy belongs to you.”
“Fucking right it does.”
Chapter 3
Jason
Mine. Mine. Mine.
That thought runs through my head with every thrust I make. She’s slick and hot and gripping me like a goddamn vice and I’m going through the periodic table to try to stave off my orgasm.
I want to feel her come around my cock.
She’s so damn beautiful, spread out like this for me. I know I’ll never want another woman. I’m ready to put a baby in Sam and a ring on her finger.
“Yes, Jason, I’m going to come.” Her hands squeeze my thighs as she cries out and her pussy clenches around my dick.
I shift so she’s flat on the bed and I can lean over her. I kiss her deep all the while fucking her hard. I’ve got to keep my mouth on hers before I say something stupid like ask her to marry me or promise my undying love. It wouldn’t be a lie. None of it would be.
Still she’s not ready for that.
I break our kiss for a second. “Wrap your legs around me, Samantha.” She does and the feel of her thick thighs circling me nearly makes me lose it. Just a little more.
With her opened like this I know I’m rocking against her clit. Her moaning tells me that’s true. I kiss her again and every nerve in my body is on fire. She’s breathing life into my cold, dead heart.
She pulls away from the kiss as her orgasm rocks through her body. She chants my name and I bury my face in her neck as I pour myself inside her.
When we’ve both come down from our climaxes, I stay inside her and look down into her eyes.
“That was fucking perfect,” I tell her. Then I stand and find my way to her bathroom, clean myself off.
It’s not until I’m in her bathroom, washing my dick off with one of her pristine white washcloths, that I force myself to take a hard look in the mirror.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I mutter, barely able to even meet my own gaze.
What am I doing?
This is Samantha for fuck’s sake. Fucking her may have been a wet dream come true, but I won’t get to keep her.
She’s the nicest person I know. She’s sweet and funny and … okay, yes, sexy as fuck. And not afraid to rub her clit while she blows me, which may have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m nearly hard again just thinking about it.
Jesus Christ. I’m so fucked.
Because she deserves better than me.
I’m a fucking criminal.
If it was just that, maybe I could get past it. After all, I did the right thing, even if it meant breaking the law. I would do it again. Hell, I have done it again, I was just a lot subtler and better at hiding my tracks the second time, so I’ve only been caught and convicted the one time.
So, yeah, if it was just about my record, I could talk myself past it.
But the way Sam acted in the car? The things she said?
Her words fucking slayed me.
She thought I hated her. She actually thanked me for stopping to pick her up.
That’s how much of an asshole I normally am.
I’m the dick who watched her from afar for ten months without ever saying a civil word to her, who hacked her computer and read her personal shit, who fucked her raw at the first opportunity.
And now I’m the asshole who’s going to walk away from her.
I rinse off the washcloth, then run the water long enough to warm it up for her before bringing the damp towel out to her to wipe my seed from between her legs.
Which about fucking kills me. Because what I really want to do is bury my head between her thighs and lick my cum off of her.
Instead, I grab my clothes and put them on. I know I can’t stay. I can’t spend the night holding her or I’ll never let her go and she deserves someone better than me.
She pulls the sheet up to cover her body. “You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, you need to get some sleep. I’ll come pick you up in the morning so you don’t need to worry about getting a ride to work.”
She frowns, pushing herself up onto her elbows. “Are you sure? Because I can call my sister or a ride share?”
For a second, I imagine walking into the office, my arm around her shoulder, her body close to mine. I imagine kissing her on the forehead in front of everybody, the way Cade kissed Summer today as he introduced her around. And then I imagine the questions. The looks of shock.
Because seriously. What would a sweet woman like Sam being doing with a surly asshole like me?
Still, there’s no way I’m letting her take a fucking ride share to work after tonight.
“Positive.” I kiss her forehead. I do it now, while I still can. Then I cup her face. “We should probably keep this to ourselves, right?”
There’s a flash of something unreadable in her eyes. Maybe it’s pain, but maybe it’s relief.
It’s there and gone so fast, I doubt I’d be able to guess what she was feeling even if I was good at that shit. Which I’m not.
She nods fiercely. “Absolutely. Wouldn’t want things to get awkward at work. Uh, thanks for rescuing me. And for the orgasms.”
I chuckle awkwardly, then turn to go.
She was hurt.
I may be a dumbass, but even I can recognize the pain in her eyes. She thinks I’m rejecting her. But it’s for her own damn good. If she knew how much I already cared about her, she’d get it.
Now I just need to stay away from her.
Chapter 4
Samantha
Despite my instinct to huddle under the covers for the next several hours—or months—I get up and take a quick shower. By the time I’m done, it’s time for my regular video chat with my critique partner so I sign in because I know if I don’t she will freak out. I might as well talk to her. Normally I’d go to my sister for advice, but she’s on a romantic getaway with Sebastian and I refuse to interrupt that. She waited way too long for them to get together.
Poppy’s face comes into view, with her wheat-colored hair and wide brown eyes. That gap-toothed smile that I simply adore, but the moment she lays eyes on me her smile fades.
“What’s the matter, love?”
And then the second I hear her soothing, familiar British accent, I burst into tears. Not big, ugly sobs (I got that out of my system in the shower), but even I can see the red in my eyes and nose in my tiny Zoom picture. I blow out a breath.
“You’ve been crying, Sam, what happened?”
“I don’t actually understand what just happened. I had the single most intense and satisfying and hot sex of my life and then he just left.” I blow my nose not caring that I’m red faced and snotty. This is my best friend and even though we’ve never met face-to-face, we’ve been through everything together.
“I’m going to need more details on the hot sex, but not until you’re not sad anymore. Can I ask who we’re talking about?”
“This guy I work with. My car broke down and it was raining and he rescued me and brought me home. But he kissed me first in the rain and it was hot so I invited him inside. I really thought we were connecting, you know?”