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The penthouse apartment wasn’t what I’d expected. It wasn’t a huge open space with floor-to-ceiling windows like Hayden’s apartment.

The front door opened into a kitchen with dark cabinets and mahogany counters, but the floor was a pale shade of orange that made the room feel lighter. Through an arch into the rest of the apartment, I could see a round table surrounded by dining chairs and a teal-green oriental rug.

“Not what you were expecting, is it?” Sam asked.

“It’s better,” I said, not able to keep the surprise entirely out of my voice.

“I hope you like it, because you’re going to be here for a while.” His statement was punctuated by the sound of his door shutting with a definitive click.

Eighteen

Samuel

I’d toldSiren I was going to ruin us both. But I felt powerless to change what was happening between us. All I could do was sit back and watch this train barrel toward wreckage at full speed.

Siren stepped up to my kitchen windows above a stretch of counter space. “Nice view.”

“The windows are better in the living room and bedroom.” I was sort of surprised she wasn’t already touring my apartment, my private living space. She couldn’t get lost in this place. With the exception of my bedroom and the bathroom, there were no doors. Arches created a circle of rooms wrapped around the bathroom in the middle.

She glanced over her shoulder at me. “Are you telling me we’ll eventually end up in those rooms, or are you taunting me with the knowledge that there are better views I don’t get to see?”

I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face. She didn’t think she had free rein of my place. Was it the proper upbringing or due to our deal since I won the pool game?

I was going to thoroughly enjoy seeing how far I could push her.

I would’ve backed off if she didn’t want to play with the terms I’d set for our game. Hell, all she had to do was say the word and I would still back off.

“That depends,” I murmured, coming up behind her and skimming my fingers down her bare arms. A trail of goose bumps followed in their wake.

“Depends on what?” she asked in a breathy whisper that went straight to my groin.

“How deep inside my head you want to go. It’s not a nice place, Siren. Trust me.”

“And if I wanted all of you, with all your secrets and demons?”

I growled, bending down to suck at the flesh over her pulse. Her gasp was the sweetest sound on the planet.

“Take off your shirt.” I could do it myself, but I wanted her to do it. I wanted to see any hint that she was having second thoughts about this.

She reached for her hem without hesitation, and then she was standing in my kitchen in nothing but a black bra.

“Bra too,” I said, my voice sounding rougher than normal.

A second later the cloth fell away, and there was nothing hiding her gorgeous swells and pert nipples. Fuck, she was beautiful.

I lowered my mouth to her chest, pressing a soft kiss to her flesh.

“Tease,” she said.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I swirled my tongue in a circle around her nipple before sucking the hard bud into my mouth. Her moan echoed mine. How was it possible for her to taste so good? So addictive?

I moved to her other tit while palming the first one. This wasn’t enough. I wanted her spread out wide where I could feast on every inch of her skin without anything in the way. But that wasn’t happening on my kitchen floor.

I pulled back from her tits, taking her hand and tugging her into my dining room, leaving her shirt and bra on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Siren asked as I pulled out a chair from the table and sat her down in it.

“Teasing you,” I said, smirking at her as I dropped to my knees and took one of her feet into my lap. If she had been in heels, I might have let her keep her shoes on, but she was wearing flimsy sneakers today. I undid the laces and slipped the shoe and sock off, massaging her foot for a few seconds before letting it go. The other foot got the same treatment.

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