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Samantha’s gaze snapped to his. He was supposed to be working, but there was nothing wrong with taking a break. It could be considered a break since technically his day started when he went to the office.

“What did you have in mind?”

Bryce set his coffee cup down on the coffee table before reaching for hers. The small smile she gave told him she was thinking along the same lines as he was. Last night he had been so tired and so relieved to see her, all he wanted to do was sleep with her wrapped in his arms. But watching her lounge around in an oversized sweatshirt and leggings did something to him.

“Bedroom,” he requested after glancing over at Asher.

As soon as the bedroom door shut behind him, he pushed Samantha against the wall and crashed his mouth to hers. He had been on edge since he arrived in Delaware, and it continued to get worse with each day he spent away from Samantha. If he only had a few days to spend with her, he planned to use them making up for lost time.

She sighed against him and he used the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue. Just a taste wasn’t enough. With one hand on her waist holding her against the wall, he gripped her face with his other hand so he could take possession of her mouth. Her sigh turned into a moan, fueling his desperation.

Releasing her long enough to grip the hem of her sweatshirt, he pulled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and his cock hardened just looking at her full breasts heaving with each heavy breath. Carefully, he placed both hands on her neck before sliding them down her body. When he reached her breasts, he used the pads of his thumbs to graze her nipples, causing her to shiver beneath his touch. His hands continued their journey, slowing enough to grip the waistband of her leggings on the way down.

Kneeling, he helped her step out of her pants. His gaze moved slowly up her body, starting with her toned legs and taking his time to appreciate the contrast of the white lace thong against her brown skin. He held her gaze as he gripped her ass and pulled her close. With a smirk on his face, he closed his eyes, pressed his nose against her warm center, and breathed in her scent.

She gasped in surprise, and he felt her knees begin to buckle. Moving his hands to her thighs, he held her up against the wall. Once she steadied beneath his hands, he moved her panties to the side so he could taste her. She was already wet for him, her arousal coating his tongue.

Humming in appreciation, she buried her hands in his hair. The scrape of her nails stung his scalp as he continued to lick and taste. He replaced his tongue with his fingers so he could watch her reactions. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted as she leaned heavily against the wall.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Her eyes snapped open just before he plunged a finger inside her wet slit. She cried out and leaned her head against the wall, looking away. Bryce immediately withdrew his finger.

“I said look at me,” he repeated.

Once she returned her gaze to his, he continued what he was doing. She was soaked. His own body heat began to rise as he watched her pupils dilate, and a fine sheen of sweat covered her nearly naked body.

“Please,” she begged. “I—I’m so close.”

“Not yet,” he warned. “Wait for me.”

He added a second finger but slowed down his thrusts, drawing out her pleasure. Her legs began to tremble, and he knew she was right on the edge where he wanted her. Withdrawing his fingers, he stood before dragging them down her top and then bottom lip.

“Taste,” he whispered.

When she parted her lips and licked them clean, he covered her mouth with his, tasting her saltiness on his tongue. Moaning into his mouth, she held him closer, her hands fisting his shirt before untucking it from his pants. He unhooked his belt, then in one motion had his jeans undone before he nudged Samantha toward the bed, kicking off his shoes as he went.

He always promised himself next time would be slow, but once he got started, he quickly lost control. She was panting by the time she stepped out of her panties and then helped him out of his clothes. They fell onto the bed, and he climbed over her, placing warm kisses up her body as he made his way back to her mouth.

“Please,” she begged once again. “I need this. Now.”

She raised her hips from the bed, sliding her soaking wet pussy against his cock. Any ounce of control he had been trying to hold on to vanished once he was reminded how wet and ready she was. He lined himself up to her entrance and buried himself inside her with a hard thrust. Her mouth flew open, but no sound came out. He immediately began to move, setting a punishing pace. Wrapping her arms around him, she held him close as she met each thrust.

Restraint be damned, he lost himself in her. Her body, now slick with sweat, writhed beneath his as if filled with the same sense of desperation. He would never get enough of her. Sex with Samantha was like nothing he’d ever experienced. When he touched her, she responded with the same intensity and carnal need that took over every last one of his rational thoughts.

With a loud moan, her body stiffened beneath him and she dragged her nails down his back, rasping out his name. Gripping her hip, and plunged into her harder, even as his movements became erratic. The sharp pain as she sank her teeth into his shoulder pushed him over the edge. He shouted her name, slamming into her as his orgasm tore through him.

Chapter 14

Samantha’s mood plummeted once she realized her time with Bryce was coming to an end. It was Sunday evening. Even though she was reading a book while he worked, his hand occasionally caressing her foot as he worked on his laptop was all the connection she needed.

“I’m sorry I’ve been busy with work all evening,” Bryce mumbled without looking up from his laptop.

“It’s my fault. I distracted you.”

Bryce finally looked over from his computer long enough to give her a grin. She shifted on the couch, feeling the soreness between her legs as she moved. They had made good use of her weekend there. Her only regret was making him fall even more behind on his work. No one should have to work on a Sunday.

“Feel free to distract me any time you want.”

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