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“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“About staying with you? Who says I can’t keep that promise?”

“I meant the one about calling me sir,” I joked. “I’m pretty sure you get it right about half of the time.”

“So, what?” Sam rolled his eyes in my direction. “What are you going to do about it?”

“What are you doing right now?” I quirked an eyebrow back.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about…” I placed a hand under his chin, forcing him to keep eye contact with me. “Are you trying to be a brat on purpose right now?”

“First of all, I’m not a brat,” he started, with a small scoff. “And second of all, why would I purposely be trying to provoke you? What would be the point of that?”

“Because you want me to punish you. Obviously,” I shot back, a heat hastily making its way through my system, warming my veins. “Because you want to be under my control.”

“Who said anything about being under your control, Damon Anderson?” Sam murmured as he took a step away from me. “You’re making a lot of assumptions right now.”

“So, you’re telling me you don’t want me?” I closed the distance between us again, my hands sliding down to either side of his waist. “You’re telling me that you don’t want me to take you to bed right now?”

“Maybe…,” Sam hummed, tilting his head to the side. “Maybe not.”

“You’re playing games tonight, Sam. Dangerous games.”

“Not really sure how dangerous they are. It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it—Fuck!”

Sam let out a sudden breath as I pushed him up against the nearest wall, my chest crowding his. I didn’t give him another chance to speak as I kissed him again, so much rougher this time, my tongue forcing its way between his lips. I pressed a hand against the side of his head, before my fingers went toward his hair, softly running through it as I kissed him completely breathless.

And then, my grip on his hair became just as rough as my kiss.

Sam whimpered, even as I felt his cock getting harder behind his jeans, the crotch of his pants pressed against mine.

“Do you like that?” I growled the question near his ear.

Sam opened his mouth to respond but I pressed my tongue in his mouth all over again, stealing every word off his tongue. When I felt him shaking against me, I gave him enough space to breathe, but stayed close, my eyes locked on his.

“Mine. You’re all mine,” I whispered, as I watched him catch his breath, the noise shallow and shaky.

“Yes, sir.” He nodded as he spoke. “I’m all yours.”

“Glad you’re finally getting it.” I let out a small chuckle as I brought a hand up to his chin again. “Now, go to the bedroom and grab a blanket off the bed.”

“Why?”

“More dangerous behavior, Sam, asking me questions like that.” I let out a wistful sigh. “While you’re at it, make sure you grab a condom and some lube from the bathroom cabinet, too. When you’ve got everything we need, meet me outside.”

“Meet you outside—Wait. What?”

“No more questions,” I said, already heading for the door. “Follow my instructions. I’ll see you outside the cabin.”

* * *

I had a feeling it wouldn’t take Sam too long to meet me outside.

And I’d been right.

Only a few minutes after I’d given him my instructions, he was standing right beside me, the blanket and other necessities on hand. I quietly took them from his grip with a thankful nod, as I began to head out toward the trees.

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