Page 48 of Tempt

“CanI give you a tour of the rest of the place while we have a bit of privacy?” Sam asks as he leads me back to the landing. Another staircase goes to the third floor, and it’s dark up there.

This doesn’t stop him from urging me up there.

“Are we finding a private corner to fool around in? That seems to be a theme tonight, although the couple I saw didn’t bother to find a corner.”

He laughs under his breath. “I’m not into being watched, no worries.”

As soon as I step into the dark shadows on the top floor, Sam wraps his arms around me and pulls me snug against his body. “We have an unfinished conversation.”

“Do we?” I twist and kiss his neck.

“You were going to tell me something about that man downstairs.”

“Oh, him.”

Sam tugs my hair, his grip loose but firm. “Do you know him?”

“I know of him.”

“And who is he?”

“I’m not sure if I should say. It occurred to me when I was talking to Grace that some people are very private.”

“Is he one of them?”

“I dunno.” I swallow a strange, trembling feeling. “I was talking about me.”

“I like how private you are,” he murmurs. “Mysterious. A puzzle for me to solve.”

“I like to be private with you, too,” I whisper. I drop to my knees and fumble for his belt.

He gathers my hair in his hands again. I can’t see him, but I can feel him. The strain of his thighs, the throb of his cock.

And I can hear him, bossy utterances whispered for my ears only. “Swallow me. Go back downstairs with a full belly.”

Heat flames through me, bright licks of desire. I wrap my fingers around his length, heavy and silky smooth, and part my lips. I’m eager to taste him, to feel that weight on my tongue. He fills my mouth and then some, but I can take it.

I’ll take everything he gives me.

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Sam

I fuckher mouth quietly at the top of the stairs. We should go to a room, any room, and close the door. Find a wall I can plow her against, but it’s too late.

As soon as Hazel dropped to her knees, I was gone.

Her mouth feels fantastic, hot and wet, and as I mutter what I want to do—come in her mouth, fill her up, make her swallow every last drop—I get there.

Fast.

Furious.

The corners of my vision blurs, the darkness spinning into a murky kaleidoscope as her mouth gets sloppy, taking even more of me than before.

She groans, a desperate, gagging sound that fucking makes me feel like a filthy monster, and I lose it. Pumping my hips one last time, rubbing that spot on the bottom of my cock head against her tongue—fuck, yes—my orgasm explodes, spurting against the back of her throat.

With a happy sound, she swallows, then tightens her lips around my cock—so fucking sensitive, Jesus—and cleans me up.

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