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“More,” I whisper.

“Nope. We’re taking this nice and slow, shortcake.” Every second that he isn’t on me or in me feels like fucking torture.

“No. I want it now.”

“And what is ‘it,’ baby? Can you ask for it?” I know this motherfucker isn’t about to make me beg him to fuck me. Only, I know he is a little bit of an asshole and is absolutely going to make me beg. My poor precious pride is about to take another hit.

“Your cock, Sam. I’d even go for a finger right now.” Literally anything to ease this pulsing ache I have for him.

His body shifts off mine and I let out a whimper, which causes the smug son of a bitch to smirk.

“This doesn’t feel like my body is being worshipped.” I meant for it to sound stern, but I absolutely sound whiney.

“You could learn a little patience, babe.”

A buzzing sound fills the room. Oh no. That stupid box is coming back to haunt me again. My cheeks burn. How the hell am I still embarrassed in front of him?

He presses it against the world’s most tender spot and I swear I see stars. This fucker could absolutely make me detonate in two seconds flat right now if he tried hard enough. But he’s in itfor the long haul. The thought makes me realize he’s in it for the long haul on all fronts of our relationship, and wow, does that feel freeing.

His finger finds its way into me and my eyes roll back a little. It’s a testament to how badly I am needing to be filled by him that a single, lonely finger could cause this reaction. A second quickly follows. Between that and the humming on my clit, I fall apart instantly. The last thing I see before falling into the abyss is his smile. His beautiful, perfect white smile.

The depth of how much I love him feels immeasurable, but when I see him smile like that? And for me? I fall even farther. Makes me wonder if there is an end—a bottom where this will feel concrete. Or will I just be falling for him until the end of time? I don’t think either option sounds so bad.

“That’s it, baby. Come apart for me.” And I do in more ways than one.

“Yes, Chef.”

He lets out a guttural groan at my response. Words are hard when you’ve been fingerbanged into oblivion. But I know when to do what I’m told. Finally, he steps out of his boxers and onto me. Resting his forearms on either side of my head, he cages me in. The look in his eyes could set wildfires, I swear.

“I love you,” Sam says. The words, matched with the intensity in his gaze, strike deep.

Instead of feeling uncomfortable with the emotions balling in my chest, I let myself feel it through and through, with tears pricking my eyes. These ones are the good ones—the ones that come from feeling so happy that it’s too much and it has to go somewhere.

He kisses them off my face, as he pushes himself into me.

“Yes. That’s it.” My words come out in a jumbled mess. Too lost in the feeling of all this. That’s what I’ve been waiting for. My hands roam his bare back, and I memorize every dip and curveof his body, committing them to memory. “I think your body was made for mine.”

His lips graze my nose. “I’ve had that feeling for a while.” His kiss moves to my lips and I can’t help but smile into them.

It takes no time at all for another round of pleasure to wash over me. His body moves in all the right ways, and it just feels right. And good. And perfect. I’ve felt a little lost lately, and how freaking lucky am I to have found my way back in a person like Sam?

Chapter Thirty-Six

Sam

My body jostles awake. My eyes shoot open, trying to figure out what the fuck is happening. It’s pitch-black in Addie’s apartment, so I can’t see anything.

“Sam, wake the fuck up.” Addie shoves me again and I groan internally. Actually, I think that was out loud. “You need to get up. Like, right now.” This house is a fucking prison.

“What time is it?”

“It’s 3 a.m.”

What the actual fuck is wrong with her?“Okay, and why do I need to wake up? Our flight doesn’t leave until 9 a.m.”

“I’m not risking it. If you think I’m going to miss another paid-for trip to Hawaii, you are high. Now, get up. And double-check the packing list I made you.”

Yeah, I’m never going on vacation with this woman again in my life. I’ve met more chill drill sergeants in my life. Seriously, Addie probably missed her calling. She’s pretty fucking good at bossing me around. Now that she has her “razzle-dazzle” back—her words, not mine—the little edge and spark that irritate me, and equally turn me on, is in full effect. She might be a little sassy this morning, but I like her that way.

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