Page 33 of Perfectly Wrong

I shrugged with a smile.

“It was a solid start,” he defended, but I silenced him with a kiss.

He stayed quiet as I undressed him, watching me with those intense eyes. Every now and then, our gazes locked, and he’d give me a shy smile. I could see the desire in his eyes, the flush of his cheeks. I kissed and nibbled along his body as I removed his clothes, mirroring his own movements as if to show him how he made me feel. His body was different—more defined but still lean. So impossibly hot. My hands roamed over him, purposefully grazing his inner thighs just to see his reaction. I teased, acting like I was going to use my hands, and watched him tense up, completely turned on. But instead, I knelt in front of him and took him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispered. His head between my legs was my favourite sight, but his moans were my favourite sound. He threaded his fingers through my hair. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he said through gritted teeth, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“There are worse ways to go, Martin. Don’t complain.”

He bit his lower lip, which only urged me on. I took him all the way to my throat, and Sam clenched his fist. “Elena…” he practically sang my name.

When I knew he was close, I pulled away and looked up at him innocently.

“What the hell?” he groaned, staring at me, stunned.

“Where are the condoms in this place?” I asked, smiling like I hadn’t just denied him an orgasm.

Frustrated, he sprinted to the kitchen island where his wallet was. He grabbed a condom and tossed it to me, making me laugh. Determined to keep driving him crazy, I put the condom on him using only my lips. Just as I was about to take control again, he flipped me onto the couch.

“You’re dangerous when you’re in charge,” he chuckled. With a swift move, Sam pulled off my t-shirt and bra, removing the last barriers between us.

Before I could say anything, he entered me, making me gasp.

“You okay?” he asked, nibbling the corner of my mouth.

I just nodded, and he smiled.

Sam started slow, his movements deliberate, but that didn’t last long. We were desperate for each other, craving that shared explosion of pleasure. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel his muscles tense beneath my fingers as he moaned my name.

“Elena, I…” he began, but I covered his mouth with my hand.

“Some things don’t need to be said, Martin.”

We held each other’s gaze for a few intense seconds, our breaths mingling. I knew if I didn’t stop him, we’d both end up saying things that would change everything. When I felt his lips curve into a smile beneath my hand, I slid it down to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. I couldn’t hold out much longer and soon climaxed around him, moaning softly as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, letting his weight rest on me.

We stayed like that for a while, his head on my chest, my fingers threading through his hair. Neither of us spoke until his phone broke the silence. He sighed and got up, searching through our discarded clothes. While Sam took the call, I slipped into my underwear and threw on his shirt before flopping back onto the couch.

“My bed’s here,” he said with a grin.

“Great. More furniture for us to break in.”

He laughed, leaning down to give me a quick kiss. “You should probably wear something other than my shirt. The delivery guys are coming up, and it wouldn’t be great for them to see you like this.”

“Let them look,” I teased, stretching out on the couch.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He tossed me my pants, and I started getting dressed. When I moved to take off his shirt and hand it back, he stopped me. “Keep it. I’ll just put on my jacket. Want one? It’s getting cold in here.”

He glanced at the thermostat, frowning at it like it was broken.

“Sam,” I called out. When he turned, I gestured to the open window.

He rolled his eyes, laughing as he went to close it. We’d been so caught up that we hadn’t even noticed.

When the delivery guys showed up with the king-size bed, we were both dressed, and the apartment looked decent—no clothes scattered, cushions back in place.

After they left with a generous tip from Sam, we exchanged a look and ran to the bedroom, laughing like teenagers. We never seemed to get enough of each other.

Chapter nine

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