Page 97 of Scandalous Lover

It’s perfect.

I flip the phone around so I can film with the powerful back camera and hit record.

And then I freeze.

This is not the first time I’ve gotten freaky for the camera, obviously, but it’s the first time I’ve performed with a partner when both of us know what’s going on.

I never expected to be feeling stage fright.

“Come here,” Sam says, reading my mind.

“I just?—”

“Come here,” he says again, more firmly this time.

I obey, crawling over to meet him.

“You’re not camera shy,” he murmurs as he pulls my body close and drops his mouth into the crook of my neck.

I shake my head.

“So what’s going on?”

I shake my head again, unable to find the right words. “It’s just never been like this before.”

“Consensual?” Sam asks with a soft laugh.

I smile at his joke, even though it’s not really a joke at all. “I guess. I don’t know. This just feels important. It never felt like that with anyone else.”

“I don’t want you thinking about anyone else right now.”

“Oh, I’m not. I’m definitely not.” Gun to my head, I couldn’t conjure up the name of any former partners right now, let alone their faces. Not with this man wrapped around me.

“Then what’s going on?”

“When I make videos like this for myself,” I start, faceflushing bright red in anticipation of the deep, dark secret I’m about to reveal. “I like to be surprised by what happens. But now that I feel like I’m making this video for you, I’m worried I won’t be good enough.”

Sam lifts his face from my neck and presses me onto my back on the bed with one strong hand on my ribcage, palm right between my breasts. “You could never be anything but perfect.”

I have to close my eyes briefly as the genuine care of his statement radiates out of his gaze and leaves me breathless.

“But you said you like to be surprised by what happens,” he goes on, “I think that's something I can manage.”

I have zero doubt that’s true. Everything he’s done since he stepped into my room this afternoon has been a complete surprise.

I’m still woefully unprepared for his next move.

Sam pulls me up to my knees, my body following willingly, a puppet in his arms. He situates himself kneeling behind me with his knees together and pulls me right against his body, thighs splayed over his, my back pressed to his chest. He holds me there with one strong arm around my torso.

I’m barely breathing as I wait for him to touch me. I know it’s coming. I can feel his other hand curling around my body, tracing a slow trail across my skin.

My eyes drop closed and somehow, he knows.

“Eyes open. Look at the camera.”

My eyes pop open and find my pink phone directly in front of where I lean against Sam’s body, knees splayed.

This is going to be one hell of a shot.

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