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“Yessss,” I moan, nearly delirious from the sun, the wine, and his strong body wrapped around mine. I rub my thighs together at the sensation of his mouth on my neck, his breath hot against my skin. A whimper escapes at the feel of his tongue trailing from my shoulder to my collarbone. Suddenly he’s everywhere.
His gloriously calloused hands are caressing my body, dropping from my waist to my ass. Sam gives my backside a firm squeeze before rolling me onto my back and hovering above me. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him. His deep blue eyes now appear stormy as he peers down at me. Another breathless sigh leaks out as he drags his tongue over his lower lip. His fingertips dust over the length of my body, teasing each nipple in their descent. Lifting the hem of my shirt, he bends down to cup and suckle from each breast before giving each a nibble and a playful tug. My thighs are quivering at his ministrations. No wonder he’s so popular with women. The reverence with which he ravishes my body is otherworldly.
Cheesy biscuits, Alexis. Don’t think about that right now. Just lie back and enjoy this.
This is too much. How am I supposed to fight this? I’m well aware this man is a hot-blooded playboy with a healthy appetite for sex. I’m a convenient opportunity, nothing more. This should be a huge turn off. But I’ve wanted him for so damn long. And I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Reaching between my legs, he strokes my wet panties before letting out a curse. Running his fingers back and forth through my sensitive, swollen flesh causes my back to arch instinctively.
“So wet,” he groans, lifting his fingers to his lips. “And so sweet.”
Without hesitation, he rips my panties from my body and slides down between my spread legs. Holy hell, is he… “I’ve been waiting for so long to taste your sweet pussy.”
“Wha—”
Sam places kisses and flicks of his tongue along the inside of my thighs before dragging his nose through my center. I clutch the sheets in eager anticipation as he lets out a low stream of dirty talk that would make a sailor blush. Unsure if it’s his filthy words or the feel of his talented tongue through my center, but my eyes clamp shut as I chant my appreciation for his oral skills.
Alternating thrusts of his fingers and his tongue inside me, he quickly has me teetering on the edge. “My wife tastes so fucking good.”
It’s everything I’ve denied myself for years, delivered with a raw intensity that makes my blood sing. No man has ever brought me to orgasm, so it wouldn’t take much for this to be the best sexual experience of my life. But knowing it’s being delivered by the man I’ve fantasized about for so long is probably adding to the ecstasy.
“Come on my tongue, Lex. I need it.”
His words bring me closer to the edge. I lift my head to find his face buried between my legs, one hand wrapped around his hard cock, jerking in tandem with the movement of his tongue. It’s all too much.
“Oh god!” I shout as a wave of rapture pulls me under. My breaths are labored. My skin flushed.
“Fuck, Lex.”
Prying my lids open, I watch as he erupts onto his fingers, his face a mask of euphoria. My head falls back. I can’t believe this—
Beep, beep, beep.
A digital trill pierces the air. I bolt upright, my heart hammering against my sternum. The room is dimly lit, the curtains blocking much of the bright summer sun. Sam is lying still, his back to me. I quickly reach over to pause my alarm. My phone set as a reminder to check-in with the clinic about any calls or newly admitted patients.
It’s then I realize with a sinking clarity that what I’d experienced just now was only a dream. The intimacy, his words, the heat… all a product of a sun-dazed, alcohol-infused subconscious that refused to follow the rules.
I need to get out of this bed and grab another shower.
A cold one.
As I walk away, I shake my head at how real it felt. How ridiculous I’m being to think he’d ever want that with me. We have three hundred and fifty-four more days in this contract.
If my dreams are already tormenting me like this, I’m not sure I’m going to survive.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sam
Fuck.
I thought listening to her moaning next to me was torture. Until I rolled over and found her touching herself. Jesus.
How the hell am I supposed to survive a year like this?
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lexi
