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“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “Even with an out-of-bounds pussy, I can’t control myself around you.” He turns and walks away toward the bathroom, returning seconds later with a towel. I lie still with my head hanging off the bed, smiling up at him. His cum drips from me to the floor. After dropping to his knees beside my head, he starts to clean the remnants of himself from my skin. “This, what we have, could keep me alive forever. Sam, never leave me. I need you.”

“We’re special, Connor,” I tell him, taken aback by his honesty and his declaration of need.

“Not just special,” he murmurs, stunning dark eyes locking onto mine. “You’re the elixir of my life. Without you, I’m nothing but a shell.”

Chapter twenty-eight

Connor’s Apartment, The Level

Connor

My alarm rings loudly, my phone vibrating madly on my bedside table. Samantha groans. She’s undoubtedly as annoyed by the infuriating noise as I am. I’m wrapped around her, my hand securely on her stomach, holding her close as she faces away from me.

“Morning,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder.

“Urgh, what time is it?” She pulls the duvet over her head.

“Six. You start work in an hour and a half. How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” she admits, and I chuckle. “This piercing thing perhaps wasn’t the best idea.”

“Once you’re healed, it will be so damn worth it though.” My lips move to her neck, and I pull her closer against my abs. She pushes her ass onto my already hard dick, then wiggles gently. “Oh, you’re a fucking tease.”

“Always,” she whispers back sexily. “And that’s all you’re getting. I need to get up.” Dramatically, she pulls the duvet from her face then throws it down the bed, exposing us both. As she moves to leave, I hold on tighter so we remain connected. Warm skin touches skin, nothing between us. “Connor, let me get up.”

“No.”

“I won’t ask again…” she warns, and it only makes me flex my fingers on her flesh. In my mind, I’m asserting my dominance, though deep down I know she’s the one in charge.

“And if I don’t comply, what will you do? You’re mine. You’re in my arms. You’re under my complete control.” I can’t see her face, but I imagine the naughty smile on her lips. “What could you threaten me with that would make me give this up? My dick between your ass cheeks is exactly how every morning should begin.”

“If you don’t do as you’re told, I’ll withhold sexual favors for a week,” she suggests.

“You would never be able to cope without my sexual favors.”

She giggles. It’s both sweet and sexy. My favorite sound in the whole fucking world. Samantha happy means I’m happy. When I feel like this, all the other complications in my life become completely irrelevant. This woman is the other half of me—of that, I have no doubt.

“I am one hundred percent certain my patience is better than yours,” she tells me. “You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself for an hour, never mind any longer. You, Mr. Chase, have no self-control.”

“You’re probably right,” I agree, keeping her firmly in my arms. “And before you ask, I’m unwilling to test your theory. It would be better to accept I can’t control my hands when it comes to your body.”

The alarm sounds again, this time louder. It’s a setting I added to my phone after being late to the office multiple times since Samantha entered my life. My schedule is constantly adapting and changing these days to suit hers. If the opportunity arises to have time together, I’ll move heaven and earth to make it happen. With her is the only place I want to be, however she’ll have me.

“Can you not phone in sick?” I ask her, already knowing the answer would be no.

“No,” she says, her jovial mood disappearing. “We have that kidney transplant today. The one with the unwilling donor.”

I attempt to stop the conversation before it begins. “You’re speculating. There’s no evidence she is unwilling or by any means being coerced.” Samantha was disappointed when we refused to intervene in the upcoming transplant operation at the hospital. It was difficult explaining to her that sometimes we have to let situations we don’t like but are aware of play out in order to gain information or, ultimately, evidence.

“I’m right,” she says firmly, moving again. This time I release her, and she shuffles off the edge of the bed. “That girl was in Dr. Rivera’s office for all the wrong reasons. I know a frightened person when I see one. She was terrified.” She turns to face me, standing at the side of my bed stark naked. Fine-boned hands fall on her hips. “But for her to agree to give part of herself to save a man she doesn’t know makes me wonder what she’s running from or trying to pay off.”

“Still speculation,” I mutter, propping myself up on my elbow. “But what you suggest would make a decent crime novel. Maybe you should plot it out.” She picks up a pillow then launches it at me. When I remove it from my face, all I can see are her pert buttcheeks stalking off in the direction of my en-suite.

“Fucking lawyers,” she shouts over her shoulder. “Stick your speculation up your ass.”

I flop onto my back and lie looking up at the ceiling.

My cock remains solid beneath the duvet. I will my mind to think of anything but Samantha. We don’t have the time this morning to get carried away with sex, and there’s a conversation I need to have with her before she leaves. With the situation she’s walking into today and what she’s lived through the past forty-eight hours, I need to ensure she’s okay, that the crazy turn of events at the abandoned warehouse hasn’t affected her more than she realizes.

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