Page 24 of His Dark Vices

"This is just one of the places I crash at when I'm downtown. I wanted a little hideaway from the office, something that still feels productive."

He said it so casually, but I didn't even want to think about how much this place cost. But more than that?—

"You have other places?"

"Yeah," he replied simply. "I'd like to show them to you. Do you like it here?"

He looked nervous when he asked me, and all I could do was incredulously look around.

The place is perfect. I want to stay and write here forever, but after I settled down on one of the couches and started gazing out the window, I realized even a beautiful setting like this won't help me write a story that doesn't exist.

I sigh heavily, tapping the side of my laptop and staring at the blank white screen.

"I don't hear you typing," Sam calls from the stairs as he makes his way down.

I look up, and he's looking casual in a pair of black sweatpants and a loose gray tee. I hungrily take in his defined arms and imagine them wrapping around me. I practically spent two whole weeks in his arms.

"Well?" he prompts me when I don't reply.

I sigh again and kick my foot at nothing. "There's nothing to write. I don't know what my editor is expecting out of me. I guess she wants me to say everything in a different way, but I just can't think of an angle to tackle this from."

Sam drops down heavily beside me on the couch and nods, appearing to think over my dilemma. But then he shrugs and cracks a grin.

"What can you do, then?" He starts walking his fingertips over my bare leg, heading for my knee.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." I watch his fingertips walk over my knee.

His eyes flick to mine, then back down again. "Maybe it'll come to you if you sleep on it. Did you know people often get eureka moments from their dreams?"

Now his fingers are tracing the hem of my green dress, tickling me slightly. I fight off a smile and shake my head.

"No, I didn't know that. You're saying all I need to do is go to sleep, and my problems will be solved?"

"I don't think that's what I'm saying," he muses, cocking his head to the side as he dips his fingers toward my inner thigh. "I'm saying that inspiration can come from all kinds of places. If you're trying to force it, you won't get anywhere."

I'm only half listening to his little pep talk. My mind hooks on the roughness of his fingers, and suddenly, I'm picturing that roughness on my softness. It's getting warmer between my legs, and he's looking at me like he's not stoking my fire.

"I should stop trying to force it, then?" I ask as I set my laptop on the floor and look into his eyes, finding them blazing with intent.

He playfully pries my thighs apart and immediately moves his body between my legs before I can close them again. His scent engulfs me, and I breathe him in as he leans in close, his eyes now on my lips.

"You should do what feels right," he whispers.

"I'm not feeling much of anything at all right now," I tease, even though his fingers are slipping over my panties, teasing my clit through the cotton.

His light touch makes my breath hitch, which I try to cover up. It's his turn to grin now, his lips still hovering tantalizingly close to mine. Oh, I want to taste him, feel his bare abs, test the hardness of him.

My lids flutter low as he strokes me nice and slow, the sweetness of his breath rushing over my face. Just watching me is getting him hard. In moments like these, he gives me the control.

I throw my head back and let out a soft, low moan, and that's all it takes to break the pretense. His lips are on my throat at once, his hand down my panties so he can touch me directly. He groans once he finds me wet and waiting and easily slides along my clit.

I take in a slow breath as I relax into the pleasure, letting him take me away from the moment. I want to be in the palm of his hand, allowing him to build me up so I can spill over. Suddenly, this is all I want, to be here with Sam in sweet bliss.

His hot tongue lashes over my neck and up to my ear, and I cry out as he plunges a finger into my tight hole. He's inside me, curling up to that sensitive part and stroking while making me squirm with his tongue and lips.

"I could spend all day like this," he whispers urgently into my ear. "Making you so fucking wet, listening to all the little sounds you make. You're so fucking sexy, Bree."

I shudder beneath him, pulling him closer and working my hips on his finger. He slips another one in, slowly, then starts pounding at my G-spot. I gasp and cling to him, spreading wide to let him fingerfuck me as hard as he wants.

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