CATHERINE SMITH
I waited for Merlin to exit the room entirely before I turned to Samuel, my fury barely contained. “Samuel, have you lost your mind? Merlin is going to think something is happening between us because of your behavior!” I demanded, glaring at him.
Samuel’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he looked me up and down. “Yes, I’m going a little crazy for you, Cathy,” he said, his voice low and seductive. He drew me close, his hands resting possessively on my waist as he nuzzled my neck. Despite the anger I felt, the warmth of his touch made my irritation quickly dissipate.
“Samuel, about Merlin.” I began, but he cut me off.
“As for Merlin, it’s about time she knew you’re mine,” he murmured, his hand sliding to grip my ass. The touch sent a shiver through my entire body. Samuel ha
