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Fuck.

It felt like coming home.

He stroked his fingers up her hips, to her indented waist, over the softness of her belly andhigher still, till he was cupping her neck and sucking her tongue into his mouth.

He brushed a lock of her hair away from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. His breath was coming faster and faster. His heart pounded and his pulse raced like a runaway train.

This was moving fast. Maybe too fast, but Michael had waited long enough.

“Need you, Sunshine,” he murmured, flexing his hips and letting her feel the steel length of him press against her covered sex.

“Michael,” she whimpered.

Heat from her needy little pussy seared him, making him ache to sink into her sweet softness.

“What’s it gonna be, Baby Girl? Tell me,” he said.

“Tell you w-what?” she asked, raising her lust-glazed eyes to his.

“Tell me what you want. Cause I want to do so many things to you, so many filthy, naughty things with you, but you are in charge here, Samantha. So, I am asking. What do you need? What do you want? What will you let me do?”

Samantha licked her lips.

Michael waited with bated breath.

“I-I want you.”

Chapter 12

Samantha could not believe this was happening.

Being a former model did not mean she had an extensive amount of experience with the opposite sex. Truth was, she could count the number of guys she’d hit third base with on one hand. As for actual sexual intercourse, well, it was obviously, even less than that.

Her heart was hammering inside her and she knew soon she would not be able to stop. Hell, she didn’t even want to.

But she was so afraid of rushing this. Of losing him. Michael felt special to her, but Sam was a terrible judge of men.

Only maybe she’d gotten better at it. BecauseMichael did not press his advantage. Instead, he shocked the shit out of her.

He stopped his sensual assault, kissing her sweetly and rubbing small circles on the underside of her breasts with those expert, long fingers of his.

Then, the man had done the unthinkable. He’d asked her what she wanted.

That was a first.

“I-I want you.”

“I want you too,” he growled and captured her mouth again.

She was so lost to how good he felt kissing her, she hardly registered it when he lifted her off the table and carried her, with her legs wrapped around his waist all the way upstairs.

“Holy shit,” she whimpered as he placed her on the bed.

Michael was breathing evenly despite having carried her, though that changed as he leaned down, grabbing the waistband of her pants, and dragging them down her legs.

She allowed it, licking her lips and removing her top by herself. Laying on the bed in nothing but a pair of cotton panties, Sam bit her lip.

“So fucking perfect,” he moaned.

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