Page 52 of The Little Black Book

Then his hands wrap around my ribcage and lift me up out of the water. I yelp and grab onto his shoulders as he sets me on the edge of the tub and pushes my knees apart. He doesn’t waste a second, moving forward to bury his face between my thighs. My hands move from his shoulders to his hair of their own accord, gripping the strands and pulling him closer as I grind against his mouth.

He licks and sucks at my clit until I explode, calling his name as my entire body jerks. Then I scream again as I teeter backward, but Sam’s arms snap around me, catching me before I fall over the side. He pulls me back into the water with him, gliding back to his side of the tub where he sits and settles me onto his lap, my knees straddling his hips.

“Sorry about that,” he says with a small smirk, his hands groping my ass and pushing me down so I can feel his erection.

“A head injury would’ve definitely killed the mood,” I reply before leaning forward to press a few kisses to his neck.

“Definitely,” he moans.

I pull back and meet his hooded gaze as I roll my hips and grind my clit against his hard shaft. A sharp breath hisses through his teeth before he bites his bottom lip.

“Take me to your bed, Sam,” I say softly, then squeal as he immediately stands and carries me to the side of the tub where the steps are.

He lifts me over the edge like I weigh nothing, then holds my hand as I carefully find my footing and climb down the steps. I turn to reach for a towel, but my fingers have barely brushed the soft cotton when hard arms circle around me from behind and lift me off my feet. Sam carries me like that––my back pressed against his chest––into the house and down a short hall to his bedroom. He doesn’t seem to notice or care that we’re dripping all over his floor, and I yelp out a laugh when he tosses me onto his bed and scrambles up after me.

He stretches over me and settles his hips between my thighs. His cock pushes inside me as his tongue dips into my mouth, neither appendage meeting any resistance thanks to his earlier ministrations. My legs lock around his waist as he pounds into me, the base of his cock grinding against my clit with each thrust. I moan into his mouth, and he echoes back the sound.

“You…feel…so…fucking…amazing,” he mutters between kisses.

My orgasm sneaks up on me, exploding with barely any buildup. I shudder as wave after wave flows through me, and Sam drives into me faster and harder until he stills and grunts his own release. He drops his forehead to my shoulder, breathing hard as his cock slowly softens inside me.

Then he lifts his head and gives me a soft, gentle smile.

“I want to take you out on a real date, Zoey Beckett,” he whispers.

“You do?” I ask, my own lips splitting into a wide smile.

“I do,” he says, pressing a light kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Are you free tomorrow?”

“I am,” I say, still grinning, and he kisses me again before pulling back and nodding.

“Then it’s a date.”

Chapter22

A Wager

Sam

Today was a good day.

One of the dealers brought in breakfast burritos from a little restaurant near his house for our whole team. While we ate, another dealer announced she was pregnant, which is amazing news. She and her husband have been trying for two years, so everyone was very excited for her.

A group of my favorite ladies, whom I lovingly call the Granny Patrol, came in on the shuttle bus from the nursing home mid-morning. They usually only come in on Saturdays, so seeing them on a Tuesday morning really brightened my day. Not one of them is a day under seventy-five, they curse like a bunch of sailors, and they hit on every man in sight. Miss Carla won a jackpot on the penny slots, and you’d think that hundred bucks she won was a cool million with the way the group celebrated.

The tables ran smoothly, I got out of there on time, traffic worked in my favor, and now I’m on my way to pick Zoey up for our first official date. Yep. It’s been a good day, and it’s about to get a whole hell of a lot better.

Holding up the small bouquet of daisies I picked up on the way over, I can’t curb my smile as the door swings open. My mouth drops open when I get my first look at Zoey, and I rub the back of my free hand across my chin to make sure there’s no drool dripping out.

“You look amazing,” I say.

“Thank you,” she says, grinning. “Are those for me?”

“Oh,” I say, snapping out of the shock and holding the flowers toward her. “Yeah.”

“How did you know I love daisies?” she asks, motioning for me to follow her inside.

“You told me once,” I say, closing the door behind me as I watch her walk toward the kitchen.

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