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Michael lifted his chiseled chest and abs, and she looked between them, seeing his thick cock slide in and out of her slit.

It was so erotic. So damn dirty and forbidden. And so fucking hot, she started to come again.

“That’s it, mate. Mine,” he snarled.

Pain flared in her left shoulder. Did he just bite her? But she had hardly a second more to think as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her.

Michael wrapped her up in his arms and held her until every last tremor ceased. Then he kissed her. And kissed her. And kissed her some more.

Eventually, she fell asleep in his arms, feeling deliciously sated and hopelessly optimistic.

No, sex never worked out for Sam in the past. But maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time her prince charming wouldn’t turn into a troll.

Just maybe.

Chapter 13

Michael stayed the night, assuring her that his daughter was fine. She was at a sleepover, and he wasn’t due to pick her up the next day, which was Saturday, until noon.

After they woke, and made love again, she recalled with warmth spreading across her cheeks, he took her out to the breakfast they never got around to the other day.

“Wolf Down Diner,” she murmured, looking at the retro logo that seemed to grace every tabletop in the joint.

“Neat, right?” Michael grinned.

Samantha couldn’t help her responding smile as Michael ordered a second helping of pancakes.

Breakfast with the sexy man was a great step forward in their new relationship, but hot damn, could the man eat!

“What?” he asked, a forkful of fluffy goodness hovering near his lips.

“Nothing. Just, um, you must be hungry,” she said, shrugging to hide her embarrassment.

“Always, Besides, we worked up an appetite, didn’t we?”

He winked.

“Want a bite?” Michael asked his eyes glowing strangely in the harsh light of the diner.

Samantha was captivated. Christ, he was good looking. She bit her lip as he waited for her answer. But the question merited some thought, didn’t it?

“Sunshine, open up,” he said, not asking again.

She smiled, opened her mouth, and snagged a bite of his pancakes.

Damn. They were good. She looked down at the single poached egg and the two slices of tomato she’d ordered.

Nothing wrong with it. But it sure as fuck wasn’t pancakes.

Call it a habit from her old line of work. Samantha frowned at her plate. There were timeswhen being a model had truly sucked, and the strict diet routine was one of them.

“Excuse me, can I have an order of those?” Samantha asked the server when he came back to refill their coffee.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and went towards the open kitchen window.

“Good Girl, glad you ordered something you wanted,” Michael praised her.

“Me too. Want some of this?” she replied and laughed as he snagged one of her poached eggs and added it to his bite of pancakes.

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