Page 55 of Love Story

I looked up at Sam, who watched me sheepishly.“It sums up his life pretty well, don’t you think,” he said with a smile.

I liked his smile a whole lot.I liked it so much I wanted to kiss it again.But should I be doing this?I was supposed to be back in Boston, facing everything I’d been avoiding.And what awaited me there… it might not have a happy ever after.Then what?

I was selfish—I knew it—but right now, I wanted him.I wanted this moment, his warmth, his smile, which made me forget everything else.And that made me the worst person in the world.I nodded, placed the report back on the table, and wondered how to begin Operation Get Sam in Bed.

“Do you have a toothbrush that I can…”

“Yeah, sure, in the bathroom, I left it on the side for you.”

I scampered into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, tried to fix my hair, and then was back with Sam as quick as I could.

“That was fast,” he joked, but I cut him off when I took the coffee from his hand and settled on his lap, straddling his thighs and staring down at him.

“You.Me.Bed.”I murmured.

Sam chuckled, his hands settling on my hips.“Eager, are we?”he teased, but I could see the desire darkening his eyes.

I leaned in, brushing my lips against his.“You have no idea.”

We stumbled to our feet, lips locked in a heated kiss.Sam’s touch roamed my back as we shuffled toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in our haste.I laughed as I nearly tripped over my pants, Sam steadying me with strong arms.

“Careful there,” he murmured against my neck, nipping gently.

We tumbled onto his bed in a tangle of limbs, both of us down to our underwear.Sam hovered over me, his weight a delicious pressure.I arched up, seeking more contact.

“Wait,” Sam said, pulling back.“We should talk about y’know…”

I didn’t know, and I frowned up at him, and then it hit me.“Right, of course.I’m on PrEP.The last test was negative two months ago, and I’m vers.”I tilted my chin.“But I prefer to bottom.”

Sam’s eyes darkened.“Negative and on PrEP.But it’s been a while for me.We should still use condoms, and fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“It’s been a while for me too.”

Sam smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.“No rush then.We can take our time.”

I laughed, wrapping my legs around his waist.“Oh no, we’re not slowing down now.We can go slow next time.”

Sam’s eyes lit up.“‘Next time’, huh?”

“Definitely,” I breathed, pulling him down for another kiss.

Our movements became more frantic, hands exploring every inch of newly exposed skin.Sam’s lips trailed down my neck, leaving a heated path.I gasped as he kissed and tugged at my nipples, my hips bucking up involuntarily.

“Sam,” I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair.“Please…”

He looked up at me, eyes dark with desire.“What do you need, Ben?”

“You,” I panted.“Inside me.Now.”

Sam’s lips curved into a wicked smile.He crawled up my body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my chest and neck.I arched into him, desperate for more contact.

“Patience,” he murmured against my skin.

I whined in frustration, my hands roaming over his back.Every brush of his body against mine sent sparks of electricity through me.The anticipation was exquisite torture.

Sam’s fingers trailed down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.He gripped my hips, positioning himself between my legs.I wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Please,” I begged again, beyond caring how needy I sounded.

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