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prize. Her glittery cream accentuated the dusky pink of her labia.
    Sam cupped his hand around her ankle. He kissed his way up her leg to her pussy. When she moaned and bucked in his grasp, he flattened his tongue over her clit.
    “Sam.” She dug her nails into the couch cushion. He kissed along her other leg, then settled his attention on her pussy. He loved the feel of a rigid dick on his tongue, but the silky softness of her cunt drew him in. Her juices spilled in his mouth. Sweet and sticky. He hummed against her labia, thrilled when she cried out.
    Her legs trembled and she hooked her ankles together behind his head. “Sam.”
    “Gonna make you come apart,” he said against her pussy lips. He eased one finger into her channel. She gripped him tight and bucked. “Good?” He didn’t wait for her answer. He added another digit and pumped.
    She panted and groaned. Little whimpers escaped her throat. “Harder, Sam.”
    “Yes, baby.” He added a third finger, stretching her. Sam licked and nibbled on her clit in rhythm with the pumps in and out of her body.
    Her entire being tensed. She tightened her legs around his head. “Sam, Sam, Sam,” she chanted. Her pussy gripped him, and then she relaxed. Emma loosened her grasp on the cushion and slumped against the seat of the couch.
    Sam sat back on his heels and wiped his chin. She might not be perfect for everyone or every man, but she suited him in all the right ways.
    “You know how to win a girl’s heart,” she murmured. She stared up at him from under heavy-lidded eyes.
    “I try.” Sam stood and stretched, then scooped her into his arms. He cradled her to his body. “I’m going to take care of you.”
    “After a nap.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “A quick one.”
    “Whatever you want.” Sam placed her in the middle of his bed. He dragged the covers over her body, then shucked his pants and climbed in beside her. Emma rolled onto her side and snuggled in the crook of his arm.
    Sam listened to the soft sound of her snores as she slumbered beside him. He stared at the ceiling. Too many thoughts filled his head. She wasn’t freaked out by his having condoms right at the ready. Okay, lots of guys had condoms within reach, but most of them—from his experience—were man whores. Not like he was real pure. He carried condoms in his wallet for Christ’s sake.
    He listened to her even breaths. Was she enough to make him forget about guys? He wanted to push his needs for men far, far way if that’s what she needed. But how the hell was he expected to ignore his basic needs? Especially if she hadn’t even asked him to?
    Sam rubbed his forehead. God. He over thought their new relationship. He closed his eyes, but the vision of Quint came to mind. Stead, strong and so masculine. Quint physically fulfilled what he wanted from a partner. He shouldn’t crave the guy, but he did. He also craved Emma.
    He’d fucked so much up. The one kiss he shared with Quint played in a loop in his brain. So sexy and hot…so off-limits. He fisted his hand. Shit. One kiss would fuck up his life. Keep trying out the new relationship with Emma or pursue something with Quint?
    Because he wanted the both of them.
    Fat chance they’d both accept him.
    He stared at the ceiling again. Did he love Emma? Too soon to tell, but the emotions ran deeper than simple lust. Emma draped her arm across his chest. Her breath warmed his shoulder. She’d managed to wind around his soul. Life wasn’t the same without her, even after just two days.
    He promised to care for her and treat her like a lady. He never reneged on a promise.
    “Sam?”
    “Yes, baby? I thought you were sleeping.” He rubbed his cheek on the top of her head. “You need your rest. It’s late.”
    “I’ve stayed up late before.” She twined her legs with his. “You’re thinking way too hard.”
    “How do you know?” He suppressed a chuckle. He should’ve known she’d have him pegged after just a few