Page 7 of Liberate Us

“I’m fine.”

“And you?” I asked Sammy directly.

“Not sure you can give it to me,” he answered.

I rolled my eyes. “Did you need anything else from the bar or kitchen?”

His lips twitched. “You on a platter would work for me.”

I snorted. “In your dreams, buddy.” Before we both got caughtdoing something in front of his friends at my place of work, I made my way backto the bar.

“You okay?” Shawnee asked, stuffing a piece of paper into theback pocket of her jean skirt.

“You got his number?” I looked around the room, not seeing thestranger anywhere.

“Maybe.” She winked.

Before I could ask who he was, I saw Sammy stomping toward me. Ibraced myself, ready to face his wrath head-on and calling him out on his shitin front of his friends. When he stood a foot away from me, I lifted my hand.“Stop.”

His brows narrowed but instead of listening to me, he took astep forward.

“Sammy.” I backed up, my heart suddenly picking up speed.“I...I...”

He grabbed my hand, pulling me down the hall and away from theviewing eyes of his friends and the people I work with.

“Don’t.” I pulled my hand from his and lifted both, to ward himoff.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He pulled me against him, pushingme back until I hit the wall.

“What if I want you to hurt me?” I murmured, the words leavingmy lips before I could even stop them.

A low rumble left from somewhere deep in Sammy’s chest. Hepushed his pelvis into me, pressing all of him up against all of me.

“Everything I do will be because you want it.” He lowered hismouth to the side of my throat. “I will push you. I will break you. I will bendyou to my will.” He licked and sucked at my skin. “Ask me why?”

“Why?” I whispered, shaking against him.

“Because.” He gave my earlobe a gentle bite. “I know it’s whatyou need.” He kissed my cheek. “Text me, Red. I’m sick of waiting,” he said,pushing away from me and taking a step back. He turned to head back down thehall, but I needed to know. I needed to know what the hell we were doing.

“Wait,” I blurted.

He stopped, looking at me over his shoulder.

“What are we doing?”

“Nothing yet.” When he didn’t say any more and we only stoodthere, staring at each other, I couldn’t help this need for him vibratingthrough me.

He tilted his head, staring at me.

“Sam, I…” I snapped my mouth shut, chewing my bottom lip.

“I know, Red.” He turned and headed back down the hall fromwhere we came.

I slid down the wall until I landed on my ass. He knew. He saidhe knew. But how could he know when I didn’t even know what I was going to say.The handful of encounters I had with Sammy were already enough to knock me offmy feet. Literally.

“Did you need me to get Corbin to kick them out?” Shawnee asked,her shoes coming into my line of sight.

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

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