Page 96 of Mark my Words

“Liza gasped out to the heavens as Darcy’s long fingers penetrated her crevasse with aching slowness.”

“This author loves to refer to rock formations to describe lady parts. Not exactly enticing, but let’s keep going...”

“He moaned against her brow as her silken folds clamped down on his hand like a vice, grasping and releasing as she spasmed against the sheets.”

“That part isn’t terrible, but it sounds more like his fingers induced a seizure, not an orgasm...”

I fought back a laugh as he continued.

“Liza lay spent against the virginal white sheets as he climbed between her outstretched legs and plunged into her depths. He fought against the current of her contractions, his sword sinking into her flesh, over and over until he found his completion buried in her firmly.”

“His sword?” Sam laughed as he bumped his shoulder against mine. “I thought it was a lance, but at least she didn’t call it a seminal sword.”

“Oh, my God,” I giggled as he circled a few words on the screen with my stylus, writing little notes in the margin. I was sure they were profound observations of this clearly superior work of literature.

“Oh, look, Kris, he’s got quick recovery,” he continued, his voice amused as he scanned further down the page. “They’re going at it again, but it looks like she’s performing her starfish routine face down this time while he mounts her like the stallion in her father’s stables. Should I keep going?”

“No!” I laughed as I swatted his arm. “Stop, stop. You’ve ruined Sam’s Sexy Storytime for me forever.”

“Oh really?” he smirked, placing the laptop down as he turned in my direction, his fingertips skating along the edge of my knee as he scooted closer. “Sam’s sexy story time, huh?” He leaned in, his nose barely touching my cheek as his lips grazed my ear. “You like it when I read to you?”

My mouth opened to respond, a choked gasp slipping out before I clamped my lips shut, terrified another embarrassing ‘wha’ noise would slip out. It’d always turned me on when he’d read to me in our conference room, but I’d never outright confessed that to him. Now he’d never let it go.

“I bet I could get you excited with this terrible Pride and Prejudice knockoff.“ His voice was low and rumbly, the combination of it and his warm breath on my cheek working to drive the terrible words I’d been forced to edit from my brain. “Or should I make up my own story to see if I can get a reaction from you?”

“Sam,” I whined. He was crossing the boundaries again. He was making it hard to justify staying away from him when our attraction burned so brightly.

“You ready to tell me something?” he breathed, his fingers burrowing under the hem of my loose sweatshirt. “All you have to do is ask...”

The problem was that I couldn’t justify my stubborn refusal to beg him to kiss me any longer. I wanted him to keep going. To lay us both bare against the sheets and make me forget all the reasons I’d convinced myself to stay away from him.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered as I turned my head, grazing my lips against his as I grasped the front of his T-shirt. I knew what he wanted from me, and I was too weak to keep fighting it. “Kiss me. Please.”

He didn’t hesitate as his lips captured mine possessively, his tongue slipping inside, reminding me of all the things he could do with that mouth of his. My skin prickled with awareness of how I continued to react to his touch.

“Sexy Sam fought to catch his breath, leaning into the warmth of curvaceous Kristine’s neck, his lips trailing along the delicate shell of her ear,” he whispered, his lips tracing the path he’d described with his words. I was too turned on to laugh at his ridiculous narration. “She squirmed against the sheets beneath him, the heat of her almost unbearable against his thigh. He found himself imagining how the skin of her chest flushed as her arousal built, the sight always making him desperate to lay his hands upon every inch of her sexy body.”

I was panting underneath him as he leaned away, his long fingers peeling my sweatshirt from my torso, my nipples pebbling as they were exposed to the cool air of the hotel room. Sitting up, I helped free my arms, watching as he stared at my exposed skin with a heated gaze.

Sam carefully secured my discarded laptop on the nightstand next to his tablet. His shirt followed mine to the floor, and my fingers immediately sought out the warm skin of his chest. I traced the lines of the taut muscles on his stomach, watching his eyes dilate as his breath caught in his chest before he continued, his voice deeper than previously.

“Sam’s lips ached with the thought of caressing every bit of her soft skin with them. Exploring the pale expanse of her loveliness before moving to where she was warmest. He’d imagined placing his mouth on her constantly over the last several weeks. He dreamed of making her moan his name, the way it felt when she drove her fingers into his hair, the exquisite pain mixed with the pleasure he felt as he brought her to release with languid flicks of his tongue against her wet flesh.”

Those words spoken aloud in his deep voice made my pulse race as his strong fingers pulled down my leggings, tugging them free from my legs and discarding them onto the growing pile of clothing on the floor. He stood beside the bed and hastily shoved down his jeans before urging me back into the pillows with a firm hand.

“Sam loved the little gasping noises she made as she came against his fingers, as she pulsed against his tongue, and especially when he slipped inside her and made her body sing with his cock.”

Sexy story time would push me over the edge before he even had my panties off.

“Keep going,” I urged as I fingered the waistband of his boxers, my mouth watering as the dark material of them pulled snug against the hard outline of his cock.

“He fought with his thinly-stretched control as his fingers traced her heaving breasts, watching her nipples darken and pebble against them.” Sam’s hands were cupping my breasts, using his thumbs to tease my nipples as his words described. His voice was low and rough; each syllable laced with arousal.

“Please,” I begged, no longer caring I was giving him what he wanted. His strong fingers traced down my pelvis and cupped me possessively, pressing my drenched panties into where I wanted his attention the most.

“His cock was aching as he continued to press the wet material into her, enjoying the way her hips shifted restlessly against the sheets, wanting nothing more than to push the lace aside quickly and plunge his fingers inside her.”

“Fuck, yes,” I panted, wanting exactly that.

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