Page 8 of HoHoHo for You

He still knelt in front of me. He turned on the Kindle and frowned at it, tapping the screen for a few seconds, then looking at me past it. “This guy isimpossiblygood, Bridget. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“For what?” I giggled.

“For lusting after a man who isn’t your husband—who, by the way, is a smoke show.”

“I won’t argue with that point, but I’m not lusting!”

His brows rose and he stared at me like a disapproving teacher over the top of the Kindle. “I countedfivedifferent positions inone chapter alone. He had her against the wall, on the windowsill, on the floor, on the dresser—and on the bed… This guy is a machine.” He counted the positions off on his fingers. I mentally scrambled, then laughed again.

“I mean, he reminds me of you.”

Sam smiled. “Good answer. You’re still naughty though.”

“Why?”

And then he started to read to me out loud, and I almost died and went to heaven at the sound of Sam’s gruff, sexyvoice speaking the words I’d enjoyed reading so much.

“…Slapping a hand to the wall behind her, I tugged her knee higher around my waist and thrust into her in a single, forceful taking that was almost violent in its need. But her head tipped back against the wall and she smiled as she gasped.

“I was frantic, unable to control the rabid growls and animalistic grunts breaking in my throat as I took her again and again, gripping her shoulder and pulling her down to meet my driving thrusts.

“She gasped and whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head, her lips moving with broken, harsh cries as she pleaded for me, over and over.

“I had to own her. To brand her. I was overwhelmed with the deep, abiding sense that if I did not have her right now, she would be taken from me.

“Oh God—”

“Don’t stop!”

Sam’s lips pursed as he looked at me over the Kindle again.

“You heard her,” I sniggered. “Don’t stop!”

He snorted and his free hand snaked out to my knee. As he continued reading, his fingers trailed up and down the insides of my thighs, teased between my legs, and tickled my knees.

He smiled knowingly when I tensed and arched a brow at me. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I mean, it’s good for a woman to be loved.”

“Loved?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll keep going.”

“Please do, Sam.” But I was already a little breathless and he knew it. His smile grew more wicked as he went back to the reading.

“I dropped my chin to bite down on her shoulder—”He gasped in mock-shock. “This guy is violent!”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, Pearl-clutcher.”

Sam grunted, but went back to the story.

“I dropped my chin to bite down on her shoulder, growling, fighting the urge to throw her to the floor. But she only dug her nails into my back and urged me on, both of us climbing, tensing, peaking, until—

The creak of her bedroom door was the only warning. The frantic, masculine call of her name that wasn’t from my throat froze us both on the spot.

“Yilan?! Yilan!”

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