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  “Sam, no. I want you in me.”

  He groaned deep in his chest. “I want that, too, but I didn’t plan to fuck you in the gym.” As he straightened, he let his hot shaft stroke against her pussy. The wide head of him glistened as it slicked through her wetness.

  “I’m on birth control and I’m clean.” She sounded as desperate as she felt.

  “Ah, thank fuck. I just tested clean, too.” With that he grabbed the corners of the bench in a tight grip and, staring intently into her eyes, slid into her slowly... with control... so that she could feel the curved crown of him stroking her inner walls.

  But Natalie wanted to make him lose control. So she tightened her core muscles, squeezing him with a rhythm to match the faster pace she needed. “Please...”

  “You askin’ for it, now?” he bit out.

  “No. I’m begging for it,” she whispered.

  Before her next heartbeat, Sam pulled his dick out, freed her arms, and flipped her over the bench with her ass in the air. She barely had time to brace her hands on the floor before he grabbed her hips and slammed in to the hilt. Then he reared back and did it again. And again.

  “Oh god... god, Sam. Sam!”

  He rammed her harder and faster. “Fuck, Nat. Yeah. I feel it. I feel you coming all over my-- Fuck!”

  Chapter Thirteen

  NATALIE WAS SILENT as she pulled her clothes back on. She felt Sam watching her, but couldn’t look at him. Not after what she had allowed him to do. The way he had seen her.

  Despite the bitter self-loathing churning in her veins, she felt a burst of unwelcome heat. God, she was demented to be so turned-on by something that should embarrass her.

  “Stop it, Natalie.”

  Fully-dressed with sneakers tied, she stood and lifted her chin at him. “Stop what?”

  “Berating yourself.”

  “I’m not doing that.” She nudged the dumbbell blocking the door with her foot. “Will you move this thing, now, so I can get out of here?”

  She would have preferred to think he did as she asked because she asked it in the tone she saved for clients who needed to be told what to do (or opposing counsel who needed to be told where to go). Unfortunately, she already knew Sam well enough to realize the only reason she was able to walk out of the gym and get in the elevator was because he chose to let her.

  And hell if that didn’t turn her on a little, too. Dammit.

  They leaned against opposite walls in the elevator. Natalie studied her cuticles. Sam studied Natalie. Neither spoke.

  As soon as they got to her condo, she went straight to her room and locked the door. She stripped off her gym clothes (which had been off more than on, she thought) and stepped into a scalding shower.

  She scrubbed off a layer or two of skin, cursing herself. After all these years trying to put her “attention whore” days behind her, it was irksome to discover she was still just as much of a show-off as she had ever been. Maybe even worse.

  Although she knew she would masturbate for years to thoughts of fucking Sam in the gym, right now she was angry at herself for allowing it to happen. Angrier still for enjoying it as much as she had. Her father was right. She wasn’t ready to be a partner in a law firm. How could anyone respect her when she had so little respect for herself?

  An hour later, she emerged from her bedroom, body hidden in baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt that swam on her. She caught a whiff of Sam’s soap before he came out of nowhere and pushed her up against the wall.

  “Take your hands off me, please. I’ve got things to do.”

  He ignored her request, hiking her t-shirt up, over her head and off before she could stop him. As her shirt was big and her breasts were small, she hadn’t bothered with a bra. A mistake, she realized, in hindsight.

  Her hands came up to cover herself as she sputtered, “What the hell are you doing? Get away from me!”

  Sam pried her hands from her chest and held them firmly against the wall over her head. He didn’t touch her -- both his hands were holding hers.

  “Let me go right now, or I swear to god I’ll call CNN myself when you do!”

  He ignored her threats and squirming and simply held her in place and looked at her bare breasts. Beneath the dark fringe of lashes, his eyes were all-pupil.

  Her nipples tingled and tightened, responding to his stare. There was no way she was going to allow a repeat performance of what they’d done in the gym. She struggled to get away from him. Damn, he was strong. She couldn’t wiggle a finger, never mind pull her hands from under his. “Cat got your tongue?” she taunted, throwing his words back at him.

  One side of his lip quirked and his eyes flashed at her. “Why? Do you want it?”

  “Do I want what?”

  He leaned closer, raking his hot gaze from her breasts to her face. With a warm, wet lick to her ear, he murmured, “My tongue.” Another lick, this time along her neck. “Do you want my tongue, Natalie?”

  “Of course not. I want you to take your fucking hands and mouth off me so I can get some work done.” That claim would have been more believable if her hips hadn’t bucked against him halfway through.

  His solid chest brushed her nipples when he grinned down at her. “Okay.”

  What? “‘Okay?’”

  “If you really want me to stop touching you, I will.”

  “Thank you.” He didn’t budge, so she looked pointedly at the wall above her head, where he continued to hold her hands. He lowered one of his own, tightening his one-handed grip on both of hers.

  “But I’m not convinced that’s what you really want.” Dark eyes locked on hers, he slid his big, warm hand down between her breasts, over her stomach, under her sweatpants and into her panties. Lust crossed his face, reflecting what she knew he would find between her legs. A groan rumbled deep in his chest. “The evidence speaks for itself, counselor.”

  “Sam, I--”

  Before she could form a coherent protest, he had her over his shoulder, holding her there with a firm hand on her ass. He tossed her down on the bed, yanking off her sweatpants a heartbeat later. Hooking a finger in the drenched crotch of her underwear, he slid them off, then draped her legs over his shoulders. His voice was a sinful rasp as he promised, “You’re getting my tongue, now.”

  He gave her a long, slow lick, dipping his tongue into her heat and spreading it up and over her protruding clit. Natalie’s moan was more like a sob. Then Sam licked his lips -- those beautifully-sculpted, rosy-flushed, world-renowned, vagina-eating lips -- and covered her pussy with his mouth. His jaw worked and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked her.

  Her eyes were heavy but she was too enthralled to close them or even blink. It was like watching someone eat a juicy peach. Except it wasn’t just someone, it was Sam Danmore.

  And Natalie was the peach.

  It was too good. Too intense. Too much.

  When she tried to pull away, he scooped his hands under her ass and held her where he wanted her. He nipped her inner thigh. “I saw some scarves in your closet. Do I need to tie you down again, or are you gonna hold still for me?” As he spoke, his warm breath teased her and she bucked closer to his face.

  “I don’t want this.” Her voice was as weak as her protest.

  He swept his tongue over her before sucking the center of her universe into his hot mouth. His deep voice rumbled through her. “Mm... Yeah, I can taste how much you don’t want this...” He stood and lowered his pants enough to take his hard length in hand. “About as much as I don’t want to bury my cock in your gorgeous pussy again.”

  Said cock was already nudging her opening. When the pussy in question was mentioned, it flexed and clenched, begging to be filled.

  Sam grabbed Natalie and turned them both around to face the full-length mirror. He sat on the edge of the bed, lifted her by her narrow hips and lowered her onto him, impaling her. One strong arm wrapped around her middle, keeping her in place. The other hand took a firm grip of her throat, keeping her in line.
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  As he fucked into her, he held her eyes in the mirror. He hooked their legs together and slowly opened them wide. “Look how wet we are. That’s all you, baby. It’s running down my cock, over my balls. Fuck, that’s incredible.” When her eyes threatened to close, his hand on her throat tightened. “Watch,” he demanded.

  She did as he told her. It was so hot, watching Sam Danmore fuck her, she couldn’t look away if she tried.

  “Touch yourself. Play with your clit while I fuck you.” When she hesitated, he squeezed her throat just enough to get her attention.

  “Oh my god...”

  She slid a hand between her legs and palmed her center where Sam’s thick, wet cock was sliding in and out. Her glistening fingers found their target when he growled a warning. In the mirror, his lashes cast heavy shadows over his eyes as they followed Natalie’s fingers over her swollen and spread pussy.

  “You like what you see, baby?” he rumbled against her ear.

  “It’s fucked-up, but yeah,” she panted.

  “No it’s not.” He pressed down on her hips and thrust into her, hard. “You like what you like.”

  She gasped as he hit her g-spot. “I like that.”

  “You like to be seen. That’s your kink.”

  “No,” she shook her head.

  He growled low, those beautiful lips brushing the shell of her ear, “I am so fucking hard right now from watching your fingers, all shiny and wet, sliding over that pretty pussy of yours.”

  With that, Natalie was over the edge. She ground herself onto Sam’s cock, flexing her hips to increase the friction of his glans on her inner walls. Her orgasm gushed, hard and powerful. She saw colors and almost blacked out as she rode him and just when the colors started to subside, Sam followed her over and his release reignited hers.

  As they came back to earth, Sam nudged Natalie’s chin to make her meet his eyes in the mirror again.

  “There’s nothing wrong with liking what you like.”

  “For me, there is. For fuck’s sake there’s a sex tape out there with my name on it.”

  What the hell was wrong with her? Despite Jeff’s threats to use the tape against her, she still craved being seen.

  Sam kissed her shoulder with warm lips and a hot tongue. “Have you considered that maybe this is part of ‘becoming who you really are?’”

  Her eyes dropped to what little she could see of his tattoo in the mirror. “I don’t think that Dr. Jung had kinky sex in mind when he wrote that.”

  “I dunno,” Sam chuckled. “He was a twisted son-of-a-bitch in his own way.”

  “True. But he didn’t have something to prove to my dad.”

  Sam moved her hair to the side and bit the curve of her neck. “Enjoying that kind of attention doesn’t make you any less intelligent or worthy of respect.” He ignored her eye-roll and continued, “The confidence it takes to own that in the right context can make you a very powerful woman.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  NATALIE WORKED FROM home that Friday. She woke up early and closed her laptop at noon, when they headed out of town for the weekend. Somehow, Sam had convinced her to let him teach her how to be confident while being seen. Sounded ludicrous to her -- like “the attention-whore leading the attention-whore” -- but he didn’t fight fair. His cock was still in her when he pitched the idea.

  Sam wore his Braves baseball cap and sunglasses. With his scruffy beard, he was well-hidden. The drive from Atlanta to Nashville would have taken four hours with no stops, but Sam insisted on stopping at a couple seedy rest areas along the way. It had been years since he had been able to blend in and wander around a store without gathering a crowd. Natalie couldn’t help grinning at his boyish excitement over the cheesy crap marketed to tourists. It didn’t bother him at all that the authentic Nashville memorabilia he bought in a gas station gift shop was made in China. The man was too fucking adorable.

  When they got back in the car, he fished around in the bags for an army green baseball cap and plunked it on Natalie’s head. “Nashville” was embroidered across the front in glittery silver thread.

  She gave him a flat look. “Why?”

  “Thread your hair through the hole in back.”

  “Why?” She put her hair in a ponytail and did what he asked.

  With a rough tug on her hair, he pulled her head back. He trailed warm, wet kisses up her neck to her jaw, and then his tongue was in her mouth, hot and insistent. His tight grip on her hair held her in place for him, while his other hand slid under her t-shirt, possessively palming a breast. He broke the kiss, murmuring against her lips, “That’s why.”

  “Oh.”

  “And I thought it would look cute on you, and match the green in your eyes. And I was right.” Panty-melting grin -- smug version.

  She couldn’t even be annoyed. Not the tiniest bit.

  It was early afternoon when they checked into the not-quite-nice-enough-to-be-considered-modest hotel booked under Natalie’s name. Anything more upscale would make it more likely that Sam would be recognized. The view was shit and the fan was too loud, but the bed was clean and quickly-christened. Still naked, they curled up for a nap with Sam’s arm wrapped snugly around Natalie’s waist, her behind nestled against his thighs.

  She wasn’t convinced that there was anything he could say or do to make it okay for her to crave being seen as she did, but the prospect of a weekend away with him was too enticing to pass up. As the rise and fall of his chest against her back became deeper and slower, she thought about the man she used to hate. The more she got to know him, the more beautiful he became and the harder she fell. As her own breathing slowed, she dozed off dreading the day their protected bubble would burst.

  They woke when the room glowed orange with dusk. Actually, Sam’s penis was the first to wake. In a typical biological-domino effect, Sam and Natalie awakened shortly thereafter.

  The shower in the tiny bathroom would have been cramped with only Sam’s big body inside. It was some sort of crappy-hotel miracle that the plastic curtain didn’t come down, considering they squeezed in there together, then took turns watching each other soap up and rinse off. Then there was the encore performance when Natalie was so turned-on she had to get herself off. At which point, Sam’s dick was nudging his belly, so he bent Natalie over and nudged it into her.

  Having worked up an appetite, they went out in search of dinner. There were a lot of good restaurants to choose from, and Sam was excited to further ignore his nutritionist’s advice. They found themselves in a funky little BBQ joint in East Nashville, with live music and a beer list twice the size of the food menu. On the patio strung with twinkle lights, no one looked twice at them as they ate deliciously-greasy ribs with southern-style collard greens and washed it all down with locally-brewed beer.

  As Natalie sucked BBQ sauce from her thumb, she felt a rush of feminine power when she caught Sam watching intently. One by one, she licked and sucked sauce from her fingertips, fascinated to see his eyes grow heavier and darker from watching her. A dimple creased his cheek as he met her eyes through lowered lashes. “Give me your foot.”

  “What?”

  “Take off your shoe and give me your foot.”

  She slid off a sandal and extended her foot under the table until his big hand closed around it. “My feet are really ticklish, so don’t--”

  He pressed her foot against an iron-hard ridge in his jeans. “See how powerful you are?”

  “Hm, yes... That is pretty powerful,” she grinned, rubbing him with her foot.

  “No more of that, unless you want me to come in my pants like a teenager.” He pushed her foot down and grabbed for his beer, muttering, “Damn woman’s trying to kill me.”

  Natalie noticed that the singer in the corner had started playing John Mayer’s Your Body is a Wonderland on his acoustic guitar. The song never failed to heat her up when she was alone. Hearing it while sitting across from heart-stoppingly-gorgeous Sam and his heart-stoppingly-hard cock had he
r squirming in her seat.

  Especially since he’d talked her into going out with nothing on under her flowy peasant skirt.

  “You okay over there?” he asked.

  “Uh-huh. I just love this song.” Wiggle, wiggle, squirm.

  “I can see that.” He patted his thigh. “Come here. You’ll see better from this angle.”

  She walked around the table to sit on his lap, and he slid a hand under her skirt, dragging it through her center. Although no one around them was in a position to see her, Natalie felt seen. Sam growled low in his throat as her arousal coated his fingers.

  Her breath whooshed out in pleasant surprise when the hot, smooth skin of his cock slid through her swollen folds, his thick-ridged head teasing her clit before he picked her up and lowered her onto him. She had no idea how he got his dick out without her seeing.

  What is he, a magician? She snorted to herself.

  “What are you laughing at?” he growled against her ear.

  “Your magic peen.”

  He chuckled deep and husky. “I’ll show ya’ magic peen.” His hands tightened on her waist and tipped her hips forward, while he shifted his own.

  Then he drove into her so hard it made her gasp.

  As turned-on as she was, plus the unusual angle, this was the fullest she’d ever felt. She rocked on his lap to the beat of the song, so that his cock rubbed exactly where she needed it. As the singer sang the last lyrics and played last chords, Natalie ground down on him. She came hard, biting a knuckle to stifle a cry as her pussy milked Sam to his own orgasm. She leaned back against his chest and felt his heart pounding to the same beat as hers. He wrapped his arms around her and they caught their breath for a minute.

  Remembering she was a lawyer and that lawyers do not fuck fugitive movie stars in public places, Natalie cautiously glanced around the patio. No one was looking at them. The people at the nearest tables were focused on their conversations. She even spotted a couple other women sitting on their guys’ laps, enjoying the music.