His movements grow more driven and animalistic. This is exactly what I want and need. His pace grows almost manic, his grunts deep and loud. I know he is as close to coming as I am.

“Cum for me,” he growls. “I need to see your face.”

His words completely do me in. My orgasm slams into me and I cry out. He rides it out with me, still holding back, stroking and carrying me as far as I can go.

“Fuck!” he yells when he finally lets go.

His climax is as wild and powerful as he is, raging and intense. He fills me up with deep convulsive blasts and I eagerly take it all.

“Lila,” he breathes huskily when his breathing finally slows.

The way he says my name lights me up from the inside.

“Thank you for giving me such a beautiful gift.”

He closes his eyes and leisurely kisses his way down my leg still locked behind his shoulders.

“Am I still alive?”

Did Sam say that or did I?

I have no idea. I’m still in a fuzzy daze.

He removes my legs from his shoulders and wraps them instead around his waist. With one smooth movement, he picks me up easily and holds me against his warm chest. I bury my face in his neck. I love it when he carries me.

“I believe I might have missed some chocolate syrup,” he says with a smile in his voice. “Feel like having your back washed in the shower?”

Round three?

Yes, please.

Chapter Eighteen

Lila

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I wake up early and slip into the kitchen to make breakfast for Sam before he goes to work. I can’t wait to see his face when he sees what I’m cooking. I’m a Southern girl, and my mother taught me how to make biscuits and gravy when I was ten years old.

Sure, I lied to him about not knowing how to cook. Something tells me he’ll get over it.

The man can’t eat at a greasy diner every day of his life. If it were up to me, there would be a few habits of his I would change. Like sneaking cigarettes when he thinks I can’t smell them and eating unhealthy food every day of his life.

I would also try to get rid of those damn Sweet Butts. Trish and Kendra were on the right track where they were concerned. I didn’t like the Sweet Butts that I met, and I don’t like the thought of them hanging all over Sam either.

I would also suggest some major changes to how the Steel Infidels are conducting their business. The first thing I would tell them is to stop breaking the law though I doubt they would listen to me.