Page 111 of The Art of Taking Second Chances

“I know of a way to reignite our appetites.”

“What appetites are we talking about? Is that a double entendre?”

“Maybe,” she said, dropping her dress to her feet. She stood in a red plunge bra and a lace thong.

Chapter 33

Tara

Wet, weary strands stuck to my face as I lay wrapped in Sameer’s arms, happy and content.

“I really need to start working out if we’re going to do this,” I said. “You’re so demanding.”

“Me demanding? As if you didn’t make me work hard. How many times was that?”

I smiled as my chest heaved. “I never count. But this is what you’re signing up for.”

He pulled me closer and nibbled on my earlobe. “I work out. I have my routine down. I’m ready for whatever you want, whenever you want.”

“That’s a tall claim, Mr. Rehani. You better have the means to back it up.”

“Oh, I do,” he said and slapped my buttock with his exhausted means.

He had rolled me over to hold me from behind, and I felt his breath ease up on my neck.

“You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?” I teased.

“After this, not a chance. I want more.”

“Sameer, when you were in India, I got a call from my brother. He said he’s checked himself into the rehab place he was at the last time.”

“Well, that’s good news, isn’t it?”

I turned around at the tone of his voice. He tried to deflect by gripping my nipple between his fingers, but I swatted him off. “What surprises me is that he’d never check himself in on his own, and he doesn’t have that kind of money. So, it makes me wonder how that came about.”

Sameer kept his face passive.

“Well?” I demanded.

“Do you really want to know?”

“If you had anything to do with it, I absolutely do, yes.”

“Okay,” he said with a resigned sigh. “I might have put some pressure on him.”

“Pressure? What does that mean? And how?”

“Do you really want to know?”

I frowned. “Dammit, Sameer! Tell me everything now.”

“Okay, okay, don’t get mad. Heavens! I sent some people over.”

“What people? Goons?”

He stroked my arm in preparation for what came next. “Not exactly. They’re just some friends who can be quite persuasive. I had them contact your brother and make some threats. But no real violence, I promise.”

“Sameer!” I gasped with wide eyes.

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