Page 121 of Sing it, Sam

I tighten my hold around him. “Forget about her.”

Sam grinds his teeth. “How can I? It’s all I can hear.”

“Then listen to me instead.” I press one hand to the centre of his chest. “We made it, Sam. We made it here to this very spot.”

A lazy smile curls at his mouth. “Now’s not the time to make me weak at the knees, Janie.”

I waggle my eyebrows. “You’re right. I’ll save that business for later tonight,” I say in the sexiest tone I can muster.

“I had Ben stop off on the way, buy some protection,” he says, catching me off guard.

I swallow down. “Cool.”Shit, we didn’t use anything last night. We have to be more careful.

“Big brother wasn’t impressed. Not sure if it was about stopping when we were runnin’ late, or the fact I sent him in there to buy a jumbo pack of extra-large condoms. Anyone would think he was jealous or something.”

I clear my throat and try not to imagine Sam naked. Or in the shower, water cascading down his torso. Sam, hard as concrete. “Some people get embarrassed buying that stuff,” I finally say. I know I do. Not that I buy stuff like that often.

“Yeah, well this time ’round, we’ll be prepared.”

One of Sam’s legs buckles. I squeeze him tight around his middle to keep him upright.

“Not funny, Sam,” I say, gritting my teeth.

His other leg collapses beneath him. I strain to hold him up.

We fall together in a crumpled heap.

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