Page 109 of And Then Came You

A loud whoop erupts across the bar and my eyes dart from Sam’s gorgeous face to the television screen. Touchdown Patriots.

“Well, shit,” I mumble, earning an amused grin from my date. “What’s so funny? It’s still early. Your team just got lucky.”

“Sure they did. I’m just thinking about that bet. You know the one? The one I’m winning in a couple of hours? Let’s just say it’s going to be one hell of a night.”

My face flames at his intimation, so I focus on guzzling my beer while I settle my emotions. Thankfully, the warm buzz of alcohol is taking hold, relaxing my senses. “I thoughtIgot to the plan the rest of the evening, but it seems you’ve already got it locked down. Even worse, you won’t tell me.”

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“Really? Nothing is off limits?”

Sam chuckles nervously. “Should I be scared now?”

I wave my hand, dispelling his fears. “Come on, it’s me. I have a couple of questions.”

“Shoot.”

“How many women have you slept with?” Here’s the deal. I want to know, but Idon’twant to know that answer. Truthfully, the question was supposed to stay in my head, but the beer let it slip by unbidden.

My question equally shocks Sam, whose eyes widen at my bluntness. “You don’t want to know the answer to that question. How many men have you slept with?”

I chew my lip, counting them off on my fingers. “Seven? No, eight.”

Sam nods, his eyes scanning the length of my body. “Let’s just say it’s more than eight.”

“Likely more than eighty.”

He shrugs, a small smile playing on his mouth. “Who cares? It’s in the past. Let’s leave it there.”

“You said I could ask anything,” I grumble, finishing my beer.

“Let’s not talk about my sexual history. Here’s what is important. I’m always careful with every woman, I’m tested regularly and I’m clean.”

I force a smile, pushing back the queasiness. Why the hell did I bring up this topic? “That’s good because if you die, I’m resurrecting you and killing you again.”

Sam laughs as he tosses an arm about my shoulder. “Fair enough, E.T. Any other questions?”

“Is your cock really pierced?” See what I mean? I drink beer and my filter takes a vacation.

A guffaw flies from Sam’s mouth. Glad to see at least verbally I upend him, even if he collects himself quickly. Nuzzling my ear, I feel him smile against my skin. “I think you’ll find out later.”

“I can’t even fathom what it looks like.”

Sam stands without warning, his hand on his belt. “I can drop trou here, if you’re eager to take a look.”

“So, youarepierced.”

“I can’t tell if that turns you on or scares the hell out of you.”

“We both know how the tongue ring turned out.” Hello sex kitten, glad to see you again.

It’s obvious from the slow, sensual smile crossing Sam’s face that he’s glad to see my flirty nature front and center again. “It’s pretty much all I think about.”

Football game? What game? All I can concentrate on is Sam’s mouth, teasing me as he glides his tongue across his lower lip.

“Sorry to bother you, but I was hoping to get an autograph.”

Sam turns to the young woman hovering about a foot from our booth.

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