Page 96 of Scandalous Lover

His arms keep me upright, though, and I feel him backing us toward the wall. I nearly trip over a pile of unpacked shoes as I stumble backwards.

When my back hits the firmness of the wall, Sam pins me there with his hands pressing my shoulders. His hard cock juts into my stomach, and it’s all I can do not to look down.

Instead, I hold his gaze. Ready for whatever he’s about to offer me.

But nothing could prepare me for his next words.

“Are you filming us right now?”

It takes a full breath for me to process. When I do, I stammer, “What?” even though we both know damn well I heard him.

“Are. You. Filming. Us?” Sam’s voice is a growl as he presses his forehead to mine. “Is that why you wanted to be in your room so badly?”

It hadn’t even crossed my mind, but I understand why he’s asking.

“What if I was?” I conjure up all the bravery I can find and inject the words with confidence.

Sam doesn't even flinch. “You told me before that you watch the video of us fooling around, and when it’s over, you close your eyes and imagine me fucking you.”

My heart is racing, and I’m pretty sure I’m dripping down my inner thighs right now. I take a breath and pray my voice doesn’t come out as a squeak. “That’s right.”

He pulls his head away from mine just enough to look down at me, his eyes dark and those suckable lips twisted into a sly smirk. “I just thought that if you happened to be filming us again,” he takes a step forward, his cock sinking deeper into theflesh of my stomach, “we better give you what you need this time.”

Oh, sweet baby Jesus.

His words light a fire in me that starts between my soaked thighs and shoots straight out of my mouth. Consequences be damned. “You want to watch us fuck just as badly as I do.”

His smirk deepens. “I want to fuck you.”

“And then you want to watch.”

He pauses for a moment, pupils dilated, tongue grazing the back of his lower teeth.

“I’d watch.”

All I want in this moment is to match his confidence and respond as the sassy, fearless woman that I was back in my apartment the first time we were together, but my voice cracks. “Well, I’ll just hit record, then.”

My words break the spell. Sam takes a step back and then another.

It’s warm in here, but I feel a chill at the loss of his heat.

He glances around the room, and I panic, thinking he’s going to bail.

Instead, he pins me with his gaze. “Where are you filming from?”

With all the confidence I can muster, I cross the room and grab my phone from where I tossed it on thechair. “I’ve never filmed in this room, but…” I glance around until my eyes fall on a low dresser across from the bed. “Here should work.”

I lean my phone up against a large conch shell on the top of the dresser with the screen facing forward so I can properly frame the shot.

“Will you sit on the bed so I can see if you’re in frame?”

Looking as if he can’t believe he’s agreeing to this, Sam walks over and sits naked on the edge of the bed.

I consider the image on the screen. “Too far.”

The dresser makes the world's loudest screech as I start to pull it away from the wall and Sam jumps up to help me lift it. I can’t meet his eyes as we carry the dresser across the room, both buck naked, and situate it next to the bed.

He climbs back on and reclines in the center.

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