his chest, catching on the thick dark hair at the base of his…oh, man. All she could think of when she saw that thick shaft with its dusky head was how she wanted to go down on her knees and kiss it. Suck it the way she had in his shower just a couple hours ago… Oh, crap and a half! What type of woman was willing to go down on her knees for a cheating, lying scum like him?
She forced her eyes from the reflection of his cock and back to the white tile in front of her. “Go back to your place, Sam. We’ve got nothing left to say.”
“Nope.” He released her, but before she could move he planted his arms on either side of her, trapping her. “I’m not letting you get away from me until you’ve given me a fair hearing.”
“Sam, I’m tired. I don’t want to discuss this anymore.”
“All right,” he said. “I can think of somethin’ else to do then.” He picked up the bar of soap she’d been using and worked up a lather.
“Sam-I don’t…I can’t…”
His soap-covered hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs whisking over her nipples. She forced herself to grab his arms to stop him. If she didn’t, she’d find herself giving in to him, letting him press her against the wall as he took her where she stood. Which was exactly what her betraying body wanted.
All her objections scrambled and fled when he sought out the juncture between her thighs and one long finger tickled and teased her clit, never quite touching it. He dipped his head and suckled one of her breasts, his teeth nipping at the hardened bud. Pleasure mixed with pain streaked from her breast to her pussy where his fingers continued their assault.
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Unable to say no, yet unable to verbally agree, she gave herself over to the sensations building deep within her. One finger, then another breached her, his thumb taking over the delicious torture outside. He drove her up until every muscle quivered with the need to release. But her brain was spinning too hard, processing Lee-Anne’s proclamation along with Sam’s penchant for domination and that butt plug he’d produced earlier.
“Come for me, baby. Let yourself go.”
“I c-c-can’t.” She shook her head and opened her eyes to see a determined look on his face. He removed his hand from within her and lifted one of her legs behind the knee, pressing the head of his cock to her entrance. The bastard had already donned a condom, he was so frickin’ sure of himself and her acquiescence.
“Do you want this inside you instead?”
Damn him! She should say no, but obviously her brain had no control over her mouth because she heard herself saying, “Yes.”
He drove into her, trapping her between the cool tile and the warmth of his body.
Words tumbled from her lips, curses that changed to benedictions as the sensitive tissues of her pussy stretched then clamped around him, embracing him, milking him. His cock slid out until only his head remained inside her, then rammed deep until she swore she could feel him up as far as her belly button. Once. Twice.
On the third stroke, she shattered.
Her thighs and calf muscles shook when she finally lowered her legs to the shower stall floor. As if he sensed her exhaustion, Sam slipped a hand behind her knees and lifted her. He carried her from the shower. “Grab a towel, will you?”
He set her on the counter between the two sinks, and rested her against him while he wrapped her in thick terry towel she’d captured from the heated rack. Though she tried to protest that she needed to dry her hair properly, he grabbed another towel and rubbed it over her hair. Then he picked her up again and carried her into the bedroom.
“I didn’t come in here to do this, you know?” he said as he lowered her onto the king-sized bed. After settling her in the middle, he slipped in beside her and pulled the covers over them both. “I meant when I said we need to talk. But then I saw you in the shower and… I did tell you how crazy you make me, didn’t I?”
He tried to wrap an arm about her waist and pull her toward him but she pulled away and made a show of fluffing up the pillow as far away as she could get. She smoothed the covers over her, even tucked them in around her body as if they could offer her protection.
“You never did tell me how you got in here. And why are you here? I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear in the limo that we’re through.”
“I came in through the balcony.”
She closed her jaw that had dropped open. “Are you insane?”
“It was pretty cool, actually. You know some women would be swept off their feet that a guy would put themselves in danger like that for them.”
“And the rest of us would be calling the police to report an intruder.” She couldn’t decide which group she was in yet. “You’re wasting your time, Sam. There’s nothing left to say. I’ll stay as your operative until Chad can assign someone else, but no more sex.”
Way to stand up to him on that one, Rosalinda. Say no after you’ve fucked him.
“I’m not prepared to just walk away from what we’ve got, Rosie.”
Why was it so hard to believe him? Oh, yeah. Because Lee-Anne had taunted her about how Sam would be fucking her on the weekend. “Lee-Anne told me about your club, Sam. I know about the orgies and the racks and the floggers and the bull whips.”
“Damn it, Thalia was right.” She had a feeling she wasn’t supposed to hear that part. “All right, I’ll take you to the club tomorrow morning, so you can see for yourself that it’s not as bad as you think.”
“Not as bad as I think? It’s a sex club, Sam.”
“I seem to remember you tellin’ me about how you and your high school sweetheart made out on the Staten Island Ferry. That’s called exhibitionism. I saw that little vibrator you’ve got stuck in your suitcase. That’s called auto-eroticism. Don’t even try to tell me you weren’t turned on when you were blindfolded and bound because my dick told me otherwise. And shall we discuss your penchant for fellatio?”
“I don’t care if someone likes sex where people might see them. I understand the thrill factor in that.” It was the mйnage part that she didn’t care for, not if the partners had agreed there’d be no others in the relationship. “This isn’t about what goes on at the club, Sam. It’s about how you didn’t tell me about your membership in the club in the first place. That you deliberately withheld information that as team leader, I should have had in order to properly protect you. As I said in the car, it’s about your lack of respect for my job.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it was a viable lead. Club members are given a thorough background check as well as a psychological examination. I think you’re a great team leader. I wasn’t trying to disparage you that way, Rosie. Honest.”
The wind deflated from her sails and she sagged back against the pillows, chewing her thumbnail. Despite her argument that it wasn’t about what went on at the club, if she was honest with herself, it was a deal breaker. She wasn’t one who could share someone she loved, share Sam, with another woman. Oh, crap, she loved him. How had that happened? And when?
She groaned. “Oh, God, Chad’s a member too, isn’t he? Lee-Anne said you were the premiere partner in threesomes. Please tell me you wouldn’t have expected me to do him too.”
Anger flared in the back of his eyes. “I could never share you with another man, Rosebud.”
“Oh, I see. I’m not allowed to be with anyone else, but you can fuck whoever you want.”
“What? I’ve n-”
“You said that as long as you were with me there were no others for either of us.” She threw her hands into the air then grabbed the comforter before it slipped off her breasts. Suddenly she felt incredibly naked, incredibly vulnerable. “But what did you mean? As long I’m…what? In the same room? In the same building? Did you mean that as soon as I wasn’t around, you could fuck whoever else gave you a boner? Do I need to go down to the clinic for an STD test?”
“I’d never cheat on you, Rosie. I haven’t been to the club since we’ve been together, and if I do go again it’ll be with you. And what’s all this talk about me cheating on you? You of all people should know that I haven’t been with anyone else. Either you, Andy, Scott or Kris have been with me every minute of the day.”
“Lee-Anne told me all about your little threesome as part of her fiancй’s initiation ritual. The two of you are going to fuck her at the same time in front of everyone, aren’t you?”
His jaw locked together, Sam exhaled through his teeth. “Good investigative technique you’ve got there, sugar. Guilty until proven innocent. But thank you very much for believing that bimbo before askin’ me. And no, I
