Just for later

You like it with me

“You’re f**king beautiful, Maddie. So aroused for me.” His hand slid to the button of her jeans, flipping it open, and lowering the zipper.

He leaned up slightly and she almost sobbed with disappointment as his mouth left her breasts. Until his hand slid between their bodies and into her panties, his fingers boldly invading her drenched folds to find her c**t.

“Sam, I can’t take it. I can’t.” Her head thrashed, back arching as he circled the bundle of nerves, ramping up her desire until she wanted to curse at him to make her come.

“You’re so f**king wet. Take what you need,” he told her harshly.

“I need you,” she panted, suddenly realizing that she wanted that massive c**k buried inside her, claiming her.

His fingers mastered her p***y, stroking over her bud with just enough pressure to drive her insane. “c****x, Maddie. I want to watch you come.”

As though she were obeying his orders, she exploded as he increased the pressure of his fingers on her c**t, making her shatter with a tortured moan.

Sam inserted one finger in her channel while he continued stroking her c**t. “f**k. I love feeling you come. I wish you were coming around my c**k right now.”

As her channel clenched around his finger, Maddie wished she was too. Her whole body trembled as she panted for breath, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

Sam pulled his hand from her panties and jerked her against his chest. Her legs still clamped around his waist, she rested her head on his shoulder, wondering what in the hell had just happened.

Sure, she had brought herself to cl**ax before, but never like that. “Oh God, what have I done?” she whispered softly to herself, feeling a sense of impending doom, knowing her life would never be the same again.

Obviously, Sam heard her hushed question. He pulled back, scowling at her. “You got off. Hard. So don’t tell me you don’t like s*x, Maddie. You like it with me. Only with me.” She pulled back and watched as he licked her cream from his fingers, his eyes closing, his face showing a look of complete ecstasy.

“f**k. I’ll never be able to forget your smell, your incredible taste. I should have made you come with my mouth.” He spoke between licks, the sight erotic as hell.

“Now I want to taste you. All of you.” Opening his eyes, he speared her with a look so hot that she creamed all over again, her panties saturated.

Squirming, she dropped her legs from his waist and pushed on his chest. Grabbing her ass, he gently lowered her to the floor, letting her slide down his aroused body slowly.

Embarrassed, she quickly turned her back to him and fastened her bra and jeans, knowing she really needed to change her panties. “I’ll be back,” she mumbled, mortified and not sure what else to say.

“Hey.” Sam caught her arm, bringing her around to face him. “You’re blushing. You’re not embarrassed, are you?”

She nodded.

“Why? Don’t be. That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her, his hands stroking her bare arms up and down.

“I-I-don’t do those sort of things. I don’t react that way.” Oh, s**t. She was stammering. “We hate each other.”

Grabbing her upper arms, he shook her lightly. “You may hate me, but I’ve never hated you, Maddie. Not ever.” Leading her to a chair, he waved at the seat. “Sit. I’ll get our food.”

After retrieving some ibuprofen from her purse, she sat, her mind and body still stunned. Grabbing her coffee, she popped the pills for her headache and slugged down half of the lukewarm liquid before taking a break.

Moments later, Sam set the heated plates in front of them. “Eat something, Maddie. Do you want more coffee?”

She shook her head. “Maybe in a while.”

He stood looking down at her for a moment before he started to finger her hair. He tugged at the elastic from his condom, a loud, masculine laugh escaping his mouth before he commented, “Very creative, Sunshine.”

She looked up at him smugly. “I thought so. Glad you were an extra-large or it might not have been big enough to hold all my hair back.”

She wasn’t touching that comment. Watching him as he shoveled in his eggs, bacon and potatoes ravenously, while still looking immaculate, Maddie never would have known that he had just given her the most incredible o****m of her life with nothing more than his talented fingers and mouth.

She shuddered, picking up her fork with fingers that were slightly shaky. Starting slowly due to her lack of interest in food at the moment, she picked up speed, cleaning her plate quickly. “God, that was delicious. I didn’t know you could cook.”

He shot her a wicked grin. “You never asked. And I didn’t have much to work with when we were together. Mom tried to teach both Simon and I to cook. My lessons stuck and I learned to enjoy it. Simon’s never did.”

He’d really only had a hotplate because his stove didn’t work in his small apartment back then. Still, he was pretty talented. It was the best breakfast she’d had in a while, even reheated.

“Kara’s terrified to let Simon into the kitchen.” Maddie smiled, remembering two episodes where Simon had tried to cook. Both had been a nightmare, one episode triggering the fire alarms because of the smoke.

Sam dropped his fork and napkin onto the empty plate and picked up his coffee. “It’s strange, because Simon’s always been the creative one.”

Maddie gaped at him as she picked up her mug. “That’s not true. You’re brilliant.” Yeah, Sam might be a dog with women, but he was an incredible businessman.

She’d followed the growth of his company, although she would never admit it. Sam had taken the business of developing Simon’s computer games to a whole new level, and then proceeded to expand Hudson into commercial real estate and other ventures, making it one of the most diversified and powerful corporations in the world.

Simon still headed the computer game development portion, but Sam was responsible for much of their billionaire status with the other ventures.

Sam shrugged. “I was just the go-to guy. Simon was the brains behind the company.”