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Sammy ground her body against Slater. Her usual response to being close to him and touching him made itself known. Tingles flowed through her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. She used the tips of her fingers to trail down his neck and under his shirt running her hands up and down his solid chest.

Slater growled and stopped her hands as they came to the button on his pants. “Sammy, I don’t want you to regret this. You’re not in the right state of mind to be doing this. I don’t want you to wake up in the morning or late tonight and realize that what we did was wrong. I don’t want you to think I took advantage of you.”

He had a point, and she loved Slater all the more for thinking of her, and caring about her. “I want you bad. I want to feel better.”

Slater let out a long-suffering sound. “How about we lie snuggling for a while? If you still want to make love after you’ve had time to relax and know you’re safe at home, then I will ravish you. I promise.”

Slater lay back on the bed, and she got comfortable on top of him. He rubbed her back, and she snuggled closer into him. She loved his smell and the way he held her. She realized as she lay there on him, that she was a lot calmer and she felt safe.

While she was in Slater’s embrace, she remembered that tonight he’d held her tight and hadn’t let anyone touch her at the barbeque. Slater had sheltered her by pushing her behind his back. Sammy had been terrified, but now that she’d calmed down and really thought about it, she knew Slater would never let anything happen to her. She’d thought Brock wouldn’t have either, but now she didn’t know.

“Thanks for coming tonight. I know you had to leave your restaurant with a low staff, and it must be stressful worrying about it, but I really appreciate what you did.”

Slater kissed her head. “I would do anything for you. You’re more important than any of my restaurants.”

Sammy looked up at him. “I hate him, you know.”

“Who?”

“Greg. I hate him for making me so terrified at the thought of him. Those people who said that stuff, do you know I met them four times? Once at the local cop pub, at a birthday celebration, and the other two were at barbeques just like I went to tonight. The second time I met them I was covered in bruises from a beating from Greg. I can’t remember what I’d done. I told them that I tripped and fell down the stairs. The third time I met them I had a black eye, and I think I’d cracked a rib. I told them I was playing a game with Greg’s dog, and he jumped me, head-butting me. The last time I just said I ran into a door.”

Sammy sat up and got of the bed. Now she was safe she could let her anger out, and she was furious. Slater sat up on the bed and didn’t say anything. He just looked at her. She could see his eyes flashing bear, but otherwise he seemed calm.

“They were cops, for crying out loud. I knew they weren’t good cops, especially after the things I learned, but you think they could fake being good ones a bit better. The last time I didn’t even try with my excuse. I mean, come on. Even I would know if a woman told me they ran into a door what it really meant. You know something? I … I know I’m not the only woman they didn’t help, that they hurt. There are not many women in that precinct for a reason. I spoke to one nice police girl, and then I didn’t see her again. I asked about her but got a broken wrist for that question.” Sammy scrubbed her hand over her face. “Do you think I should have done more?”

Now that she thought about it, Sammy wondered if her staying silent and making sure she was safe had been the wrong thing to do. Sammy stared at Slater and hoped he didn’t think she was selfish for going into hiding and worrying only about herself.

Slater got off the bed and came to her. His hands undid the zipper on her dress and slid the straps off. It pooled at her feet. “I think you are amazing. For you to have through what you did and come out sane is a huge feat. You reported what happened to yourself, and nothing was done. It got worse. Of course you wouldn’t have tried to check on the policewoman. What more could you have done?”

Sammy closed her eyes as the tips of his fingertips glided over her arms, shoulders, and down her chest. “What about when I got to know Jake? Or even Brock before he did this?”

His leaned down until his lips were inches from hers. “It was too late. Your trust in people, especially cops, was gone. I’m so proud of how far you have come. You are incredible. I can’t believe after what you just told me you still had the courage to go to the barbeque and be among a bunch of cops.”

Slater’s mouth took hers, and he pulled her close to him. Sammy threw her arms around him and climbed up his body. One of his hands came to help hold her to him, and he turned backing to the bed and laid her down. Slater eased out of her hold and stripped his clothes off until he stood buck naked. His erection stood long and proud.

“Beautiful, I love you, and am so damn proud of you. I feel incredibly lucky to have you as my mate.”

Staring at his magnificent body as he slowly settled himself over her, so he caged her, Sammy thought she was the lucky one. Slater’s eyes smoldered with lust, and his lips were curled in a secret grin that made her melt. She ran her hands up and down his hard muscled chest loving the ridges of his six pack abs as she moved her hands over him.

His fingers hooked into the seam of her undies, and he pulled them down whispering against her neck. “Lift up so I can show you how much I love you and think you’re amazing.”

Wow.Sammy had no idea what a silver tongue Slater could have. His words had her heart beating faster and her anticipation building. She lifted herself up, helping slip the undies off. Slater took her breasts out keeping the bra on, so it pushed them up like an offering.

She moaned as Slater leaned down closer and rolled them, so he was on the bottom with a massive smile on his face as he stared up at her. “I want you to ride me. I want to watch your tits as they bounce while you move yourself up and down on my cock.”

Slater’s words had her pussy clenching and eager for what was to come. This was what she wanted, too. She wanted to explore his body. Have her way with him. Have fun.

Running her hands over him, she scooted down and rested between his thick thighs. She looked at the dick in front of her and experimented. She licked the side and up and over. Slater groaned, and she brought her hand down to wrap around it. Slater’s dick was rock hard but almost smooth and soft at the same time. She pumped it and sucked the head in getting a taste of salty pre-cum.

“Fuccckkk, that feels good.”

Having never done this before because Greg had said only sluts and prostitutes did it, Sammy was nervous. She was happy with Slater’s praise. Letting one of her hands rest on his chest she took more than just the head. Slater groaned, and she licked his cock and moved her mouth up and down until she got into a rhythm.

“Sammmyyy, I’m going to come. You have to stop, please.”

She hummed around his dick, and Slater roared. He took his cock from her mouth and flipped her, so she was on all fours. Her mouth came crashing down on her pussy, and she shivered as he licked her clit. His hands spread her arse cheeks, and she bit her lip as his tongue probed her core.

Sammy gripped the sheets as a quivering in her built and spread. One of his hands let go of her arse, and his fingers came around to rub circles around her clit. She closed her eyes as a burning in her grew. Slater growled against her pussy, and she crumbled, letting herself go as he squeezed her arse and pushed down on her nub.

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