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“Daydreaming about what?” I asked as I climbed into the seat next to him.

“What it’s going to be like when I’m here full-time.” He smiled. “When I can convince you to drive me all around Roanoke and you have to do what I say because you have a crush on me.”

“Hmm. I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Oh, but it will.” Sam chuckled. “You’re going to get absolutely sick of taking me places.”

“So, I’m just going to turn into your personal chauffeur?”

“Well, the only other option is letting me drive.” Sam nodded toward the steering wheel. “Is that something you’d ever let me do?”

“We’ll see.” I laughed now, too, realizing that Sam had a point. “I’m not big on letting go of control.”

“Hmm…”

“Hmm?”

“Just wondering if that applies in all areas of your life.” Sam’s tone was singsong as he spoke. “For example, what if we found ourselves out on a lonely road, about thirty minutes out from the nearest hotel, and you’d done such a good job driving us so far…”

“And?”

“And what if I wanted to thank you for being such a good driver and for taking such good care of me?”

“Thank me how?”

“Just by giving you a little bit of relief…” Sam’s words trailed off as his fingers inched toward the crotch of my jeans. He soon laid his palm flat, his hand right over my cock.

“A little bit of relief, huh?” I murmured. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe something like this…” Sam moved his hand gently across my cock through my jeans, his palm shifting up and down the length of it.

I groaned at the feel of it, my hips instinctively moving up to meet his strokes.

“Does this feel good, sir?” Sam asked, nearly purring in my ear. There was a faux innocence to his question, one that was stirring something deep inside of me.

“Yeah. It does.” I growled, reaching for his hand, pushing it harder against my crotch. “But I think you know how to make it feel even better.”

“Really? I do?” Sam’s tone was lined with confusion and more faux innocence, even as his grip tightened around my cock, his hand picking up speed as he moved it up and down my shaft.

“Fuck, Sam.” I reached for him, pulling him over to my side of the truck, my hands hungrily flying all over him. I couldn’t hold back from him for even a second longer—

“Wait,” Sam instructed, with a wicked grin.

“Wait? For what?”

“There’s something I want to do before you go all Dom on me.” He grinned again, one of his hands shifting between us, his fingers playing at my zipper.

15

SAM

I was trembling with excitement, a familiar thrill going through me as I sat in Damon’s lap.

Honestly, I’d been trembling inwardly ever since his confession back at the cabin, his admission that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I didn’t know what to do with myself, how to breathe, how to function. It was like a dream coming true in real time, an opportunity to get everything I wanted right beneath my fingertips.

Although, right now, the only thing I wanted beneath my fingertips was Damon’s cock.

I stroked him again as I watched his face, loving the way it so often betrayed how he was feeling, even when he tried to be stoic and still. I used to not be able to pick up on the nuances of his expressions, but the more we were together, the more times we made love, the easier it was for me to see through his Dom façade—

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