Page 101 of And Then Came You

He turns his head, nipping at my wrist. “They were filler, Lexi.”

“And what am I?”

“About to get spanked if you don’t let me get back to business.”

I release his hair with a chuckle. “Way to dodge the question, Sam. Get back to work.”

“You’re my E.T., Lex Lex. Always have been. Always will be.”

I still don’t know why he calls me E.T., aside from the hope that it has nothing to do with me resembling the little brown bugger. My ego would never recover. I lose any further thoughts as his tongue lashes my clit, his hands banded across my thighs.

Every cell in my body vibrates, my body writhing under him, desperate for release. With a gentle nip, he sends me over the edge, as I scream out his name, my fingers gripping his scalp as I come.

I tremble from the barrage of emotions as Sam pulls his shirt over his head. Gripping his belt, I fumble with his pants, desperate to feel him inside me.

The doorbell screams into our moment, jerking us both back to reality.

“No, no, no,” Sam groans, scrubbing his face with his hands. “Fucking terrible timing. I can quit. I don’t need the Givenchy account.”

I love how quitting is even a consideration in Sam’s mind, because I detest the idea of him being more than six inches from my side. “If it wasn’t your biggest payday, I’d agree. But, you have to go.”

“Lexi, I want to be inside you. Ineedto be inside you.”

Tracing the planes of his face, I pull his mouth to mine. “There’s always next time.”

“Promise? I can’t wait any longer.”

The doorbell peals again, and Sam stands up, grumbling about punctuality as he answers the door.

He walks back into the bedroom, a petulant expression on his face. “Damn traffic. My driver says if we don’t hustle, I’ll miss my plane. But I don’t want to leave you.”

I crook my finger at him, desperate for at least one more kiss before he jets off across the Atlantic. Again. “How about this deal? Next time, it’s my turn to edge you.”

Sam pounces on me, capturing my wrists as he claims my mouth. “Fuck it. I’ll catch the next flight. Or I won’t. This is far more important.”

With a sexy giggle, I smack a kiss against his mouth before sliding off the bed. “Nice try. Get a move on, gorgeous.”

“I’m back in the States next week.”

“I know, you’re the big name at the auction.” Next week is one of the largest romance conventions in the world, complete with an auction raising money for charity. Every year, a bevy of beautiful men offer themselves up as dates. This year, Sam is the headliner.

I’m loath to admit how much I detest the fact that his body and time are going on the auction block. Time to rein in my jealousy, because the man isn’t mine.

Even if I did own him for the last hour.

Sam picks up on the change in energy, pulling me into his arms. “I signed up months ago, before we met. It’s for a good cause.”

“You’ll make some woman very happy.” Even if I hate the idea. “Lest we forget the penis conversations surrounding me the first time we met.”

“I don’t get it, Lexi. I don’t think I’m that appealing.”

I snort at his attempted humility. “What a load of crap. You know you’re a hot commodity.”

He tips my chin up, stealing a quick kiss and rolling his eyes as the doorbell rings again. “I know you’re a hot commodity. I can’t believe I have to leave here right now. Worst case of blue balls ever.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

A smile lights up Sam’s face. “Yes, you will. You should buy me.”

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