Sam knew it was wrong, pulling her way, convincing her to drive out of her city to his, and getting her into his bed, asking- no begging her call him her “lover”. It was all wrong, so very wrong, but he did it anyway and he loved doing it. All the while he knows her boyfriend is back in her home city, wondering if she’s having a good time on a “girls trip” with her mates.

Yet still, he trails kisses along the back of her bare shoulders, his rough fingers interlocked with hers as he holdes her.

Sam: “I love it when you call me ‘lover’…”