Page 71 of Wicked Temptation

“I think life was biting us both in the ass—hard, but maybe this is our second chance. I don’t usually believe in fate, but you gotta admit us being thrown together again is kinda spooky.”

“And as much as I tried to fight it at first, I think I knew how I felt when you walked over to our table at Wicked.”

“I sure as fuck knew. At first, I thought I saw things, but there you were—looking better than ever.”

“I’m going to LA today and breaking it off with Edward.” She didn’t know why she blurted that out, but telling him seemed important.

He held her tighter. “I know this whole thing is tearing you up, but you’re doing the right thing.”

“I know, but until I tell him, I think you should go.” Lisbeth pulled away from his embrace and shivered against the air conditioning’s chill. “We shared a lot last night, but until I break it off with Edward . . .”

Samson braced his palms on the back of the chair. “I’m not happy about you facing him alone, especially after what I learned about his family.”

She tightened the cinch on her robe. “Nothing bad will happen except me breaking off a ten-month engagement.”

“Make sure you keep in touch the whole time you’re there, and if you feel threatened or—”

“I’ve been around them for almost two years and never detected any violence or wrongdoing.”

“Right, but you’ve also never broken off an engagement, and I’m guessing you’ve played by his rules and never angered him.”

Interesting choice of words, and she had to admit Samson was right. Her naturally easygoing personality didn’t make waves, and since her family was non-existent, they mainly spent time doing what Edward wanted with his family. She enjoyed indulging him, and they never fought—a fact Willow and Juliet found ridiculously unbelievable and, as Juliet often said, “Fuckin’ weird.”

“I suppose that’s true, but he’s always been reasonable.”

Samson leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. “Just be careful. Sometimes the calm ones are the most dangerous.”

“I’ll call you the minute I’m back in Vegas.” Lisbeth brushed off his worry with fake confidence. She wasn’t afraid of Edward on any level, but she also couldn’t discount the fact that she’d never disappointed or gone against his wishes before either.

“Any chance I could get another cup before I leave?”

She smiled and refilled Samson’s mug, knowing he was delaying the inevitable. Lisbeth hated leaving him and what she had to do in LA even more, but calling off the wedding was only the beginning. She’d need to inform the caterers, florists, and musicians along with the rest of her bridesmaids.

“One kiss before I go.” He braced his hand on her hip. What started tender escalated to a searing goodbye kiss. He pulled at the ties of her robe, separating the silky material and revealing her matching camisole and bootie shorts. “I feel like we just found each other, and now you’re leaving.”

“Just for a few days.”

Samson cupped her face with his palm. “I don’t think you ever realized how hot you were and what probably made you such a hit at the Oasis. While the other girls were putting it all out there, you held back just enough. And to most guys, what they imagine is usually more of a turn-on than when it's shoved in their face.”

“I don’t know about that.” Lisbeth cocked her head. “Looked like the stripper at Ecstasy had your full attention last night.”

“You can blame Mamba. He threw tequila shots at me, pushed me down, and dragged her over to me.”

“I didn’t see you fighting her off.” Lisbeth cocked her head, daring him to answer.

“Truth. The whole time I thought about you and those sexy lap dances you’d give me after-hours at the Oasis.”

“Oh, you’re good.” He always knew how to wiggle his way out of trouble, only this time, they were way past trouble—they’d moved on to catastrophic and devastating. Yet there were no other options. Her body and mind were set and ready. No going back now; she’d reached the point of no return.

“It’s the fuckin’ truth. I downed three shots in a row, closed my eyes, and let my mind take me back—the best lap dances I ever got were from you.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Sure the fuck am.” Samson’s lips traveled down her neck, and when he hit the sweet spot right below her ear, she moaned.

“Best sound ever. The only thing better is you screaming my name while I fill you with my cock.”

Lisbeth’s hips moved against her self-control, her center coiled with a tension only Samson’s dirty talk could release. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, needing to be closer, to be a part of him. She bit her lower lip, willing herself to stop, knowing her conscience wouldn’t allow her to continue—putting her principles and aching core at war.

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