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“I would love to wring your pleasure/In a thousand ways/As the sounds I imagine you make/Get me every time.” I gasp when I finish. “Sam, please.”

He lifts his head, his eyes dark and glittering. “Tell me that’s in the poem.Sam, please. Nothing would make me happier. I’d die a king in my own mind.”

I grin. “It’s not, but I’ll write it out for you that way if you make me come twice tonight.”

“What do I get for the third and fourth orgasm?”

“I see you’re still cocky in some regards.”

“Only my commitment to your satisfaction, my sexy little poet.” He kisses me again, deep and intensely, his tongue rough and perfect and then soft, which is perfect, too. “Turn around.”

I spin in his arms, my hoodie being discarded in the process, and I gasp. The storm has picked up in a sudden flurry of white mess. We’re up high enough we can see that flakes aren’t just falling to the ground, but being pushed upwards by the wind as well. It’s a rolling, angry fight of the elements.

“The ice demon’s still not pleased,” Sam murmurs in my ear. “What’s wrong now?”

“Maybe he’s not angry,” I pant. “Maybe he’s worked up. Excited.”

Through his suit pants and my yoga pants, I can feel the thick length of Sam’s cock. It twitches, a heavy push against the curve of my ass. He nips at the curve of my ear.

I’m pressed against the glass, and if it weren’t snowing, someone on the street below would be able to see me. But right now, we’re all alone up here. Lovers caught in the middle of a snow globe.

“Do you want to fuck me here, Sam? Up against the window?”

His teeth scrape against the nape of my neck. “I want to stretch you out on my bed and pin you down.” He finds my arms and wraps his fingers around my wrists. “Unless you want it here.”

I want his cock in my mouth first. I want to crawl around on top of him and taste him, make gasp. But I like the squeeze of his fingers on my arms. I want more.Harder.

“Harder,” I say, repeating my inner thought. “If you like.”

“Oh, I like.” He tightens his grip, but his thumbs stay soft and stroke up and down on my skin as he presses against me obscenely. “You can ask me for anything, Hazel. I want to consume you in every possible way. I want to crawl between your thighs and kiss you there, too. I want to taste your breasts, your belly, your back. Your ass. Every inch of you. Do you like all of that hard, or sometimes soft?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

It doesn’t matter what we do. Not really. All of it will be right, because I can’t pretend any longer.

As messed up as it is, Samisthe one who got away. And that’s a good thing, but my body doesn’t care. I’m back in university, about to do something reckless and crazy hot. A gorgeous, glorious mistake.

I tug against his tight grip on my wrists. He doesn’t let go, and my thighs tremble all the way from my knees up to the slick, swollen space between them.

“Tell me, Hazel,” he croons in my ear. My pussy floods with a fresh wave of arousal. “Tell me how hard you want it.”

“Force me to my knees,” I gasp. “Make me suck you.”

Chapter 4

Sam

Blood pounds in my ears.In my cock. Deep in my belly, where nerves threaten to take over.

But tonight, what Hazel wants, Hazel gets. I drop my hands to her shoulders and spin her around.

“You sure about this?” I ask it as roughly as I just grabbed her. Hard, unyielding. As if this is a final chance to say no, but of course it’s not. I’ll be gentle with her, in spirit if not in body.

Her eyes are wide. But the corners of her mouth curl up in a slow, knowing smile as I slide one hand up the side of her neck, my thumb grazing her throat before I thrust my fingers into her hair and make a fist. “Yes,” she breathes. “Do it.”

I tug my hand down, leading her, and she bends, her legs folding as she drops to her knees.

I watch porn. Sometimes this kind of stuff. I’ve got an idea of what to do, although there’s all of that and then there’s this—with a real woman, who I want to enjoy every second of this. And there’s no shorthand in sex, not really. Doesn’t matter if it’s kinky or straight-laced. You gotta watch your girl, look for the clues that you’re on the right path.

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