His breath is ragged in my ear. I know he’s holding back and desperately trying to keep things under control. My hips will be bruised tomorrow where his fingers are gripping me so tight. I can’t repress a shudder and a long, lengthy groan when his hand moves to cup my breast and rub the nipple with his thumb.

“Hearing you moan when I touch you is my favorite sound,” he says. “I will never grow tired of hearing it.” He continues to thrust inside me, his throat filled with growls.

When my climax hits, I’m moaning so loud the neighbors a block down can hear. I don’t care. My body tenses and begins to shudder as the orgasm ripples through me in waves. Sam holds me up as I almost collapse against the wall, my body shivering. He rains kisses down my neck as I pant for breath.

I can feel him swelling inside me. I know he is close. His thrusts grow choppy, erratic, and then he groans, pushing in further. He buries his face against my shoulder while his body cums in release.

We don’t move for a long time. I just stand there shaken to the core with his arms wrapped under my breasts and his breath fanning the back of my neck. After what feels like forever, I feel him gently pull out of me.

Instead of stepping back and moving away like I expect him to, his muscular arms tighten around my waist. He folds me into the warmth of his body and I never want to move.

“For God’s sake, Lila,” he murmurs hoarsely. “Say something.”

I feel his heart hammering wildly against my back.

I’m afraid to look at him because I can’t bear what I’ll see in his eyes. The disappointment in me, all of the pain I’ve caused.

I turn around slowly in his arms and reach up to cup his face in my hands. Our eyes meet and my heart shatters in a million jagged pieces.

The twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes is gone. All that’s left is a deep anguish that I put there. I’m devastated by the raw emotion in his eyes.

The pain is too much to bear.

God forgive me.

I’ve broken Sam.

The one man that means everything to me.

How am I ever going to make this right?

“Listen to me,” I say, holding his face so he can’t look away. “I’m going to fix this. I’ve already erased all the evidence from the tapes. I’ll make sure this all goes away with the ATF. Don’t give up on us. I can make things right.”

“You can do that?” he asks doubtfully. “How is that even possible?”

“It’s already done. I’m a hacker with friends who know how to do things like this.”