Page 112 of Scandalous Lover

“Tell me to fuck you.”I remember him saying. I can see the intensity of his body language as he says it.

His face snarls at my answer, and I can feel a pulse between my legs even now, remembering how it felt when he turned feral.

“I meant beg.”

I almost slide my hand down between our bodies, underneath the soft, light blanket Sam draped over us against the slight chill of the tropical night, but then I remember why I got my phone in the first place.

It wasn’t to get riled up by the action scenes, or even to scroll through the library of Sam’s facial expressions, cataloging each one in my memory bank.

No, I took this risk, gave up these moments snuggled up asleep in Sam’s arms, for a reason. And that reason is at the end of the video.

I scrub all the way to the end, smiling as we move through sexual motions at lightning speed, until I get to the part where we’re lying still on the bed, side by side. Sam’s propped on one elbow, facing the camera. I’m on my back with my side tucked in close to the curve of his ribs and hips.

I can see myself talking, but I don’t dare to turn the volume up, not with the man in question sleeping so peacefully beside me now.

I know what I said.“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

I watch as Sam’s face spreads into one of his heart melting smiles and he starts to tell me about how much he loved having me there to do yard work with him.

I watch as I get into the stuff about my mother’s death and how it changed our family, words I’ve never spoken aloud to anyone.

He watches me speak, his face calm and sad and empathetic. He smiles, closes his eyes, and raises his eyebrows before he scoffs and turns serious. All the while, never taking his attention off me for a second.

He loves me.

The thought shakes me so much that I startle a bit, nearly dropping the phone onto the head of the sleeping man in my arms.

He stirs and I quickly close the screen, sending the phone into darkness. I drop it over my shoulder onto the bed behind me as Sam cracks one eye open, peering up at me in his half-asleep state.

“You awake?” he asks.

I shake my head, even though it’s obvious that I am. “I was just…something woke me, but I’m going back to sleep.”

He curls himself a bit lower, leaning his face forward to place a line of kisses on my naked torso, starting at my navel and continuing up between my breasts. He kisses the nape of my neck last and then curls into his sleeping fetal position once more, arms draped over my body.

I lay my hand on his head, stroking his short hair gently as his breathing evens out once more, falling into a long, slow rhythm.

He loves me.

He’s never said it, but I know it’s true.

Honestly, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. In the way hetakes care of me, the way I catch him smiling every time he looks my way.

The way he offered to do the one thing he’s so scared of and tell Dom about us, just so I wouldn’t feel like he was ashamed of me.

I said no, and I don’t regret my choice. These days we’ve spent together, alone in our little cocoon of secret looks and touches and smiles, have been the most transformative of my life.

I love Sam.

That thought shakes me even more.

Is it true?

Yes.

Is it convenient to have fallen so utterly and hopelessly in love with a man who lives a million miles away from my entire life and who is so inextricably connected to my brother—the last person in the world I would want in my personal life? Hardly.

But I guess that’s how it goes.

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