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“Oh.” I hated how disappointed she sounded.
“You should get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow.”
“But—”
“Goodnight, Sam.”
I walked away and returned to my room, shutting the door firmly behind me. My skin was uncomfortably hot and tight. I felt like I was going to implode if I didn’t find release.
With my back pressed to the door, I freed myself of my joggers, taking my hard cock in my hand. I stroked myself off with long, quick strokes. It was rougher than I liked, but I was desperate. I closed my eyes as I imagined Sam’s slim fingers wrapped around my shaft, unravelling me at the seams as she whispered filthy things in my ear.
More. I want more.
They could join us, if they wanted.
I spilled into my hand with a grunt, my mind clearing for only a second before my thoughts drifted back to Sam. The taste of her lips, the curl of her hair, the sounds of her moans in my ear.
What would the guys think when they found out, especially after my whole mixing business with pleasure spiel?
I could already hear Adam calling me a hypocrite.
11
Sam
Istruggled for an hour to get my hair just right. I had to lookexactlylike the duchess, otherwise I wouldn’t be a very good body double. Seated in front of my room’s vanity mirror, I silently cursed the way my bangs curled in the opposite direction that I wanted them to. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t seem to fix the problem.
It didn’t help that my hands wouldn’t stop shaking and I was running on maybe an hour and a half of sleep. My encounter with Kris in the kitchen last night had me wired as hell.
This isn’t a good idea.
I was so confused. Why would he kiss me like that? Why would he touch me and hold me and send me hurtling over the edge if he thought it wasn’t a good idea? How was I supposed to face him today as if nothing had happened?
There was a knock at my door. I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Hey, it’s me,” Adam called from the hall. “May I come in?”
“S-sure!”
He stepped in and smiled when he saw me. “You look beautiful.”
I swallowed, the butterflies in my stomach going crazy. “Thanks.”
“We’re about ready to head out. You almost finished?”
“Almost. My hair isn’t cooperating with me today.”
“Here, let me.”
Adam approached and gathered my hair, his fingers surprisingly nimble. He worked diligently, working in beautiful braids and twists. He even got that annoying curl in my bang to go away. The gentle brush of his fingers over my scalp was incredibly soothing.
“You’re really good at this,” I mumbled. “Do I dare ask how?”
He chuckled. “I had four younger sisters growing up. They always came to me when they needed help with their hair. I used to hate it at the time, but I guess the experience came in handy.”
“It must have been fun, though. Having a big family.”
“In some ways it was. Do you have any siblings?”
