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Just let out a low grunt like I was already getting on his nerves.

“Go where?” His voice was thick, lazy. But I could hear the shift. He was wide awake

“Home, Sam. Mark called my parents and now they’re calling me like I’m a runaway. I should’ve taken my behind home after work six days ago. I gotta go.”

Still, he didn’t move.

Just blinked slow, then slid his hand down his chest to his abs. His dick was half hard, laying against his thigh.

He was a hot sleeper. He never wore clothes to bed or even used covers.

My eyes got stuck on the thing that had caused me so my pleasure. My coochie twitched.

“You been here all week,” he said, voice deepening. “Might as well stay until you’re ready to go. Not because you’re getting calls.”

If it was up to me, I wouldn’t be leaving.

“Sam, I’m so serious. And what about me staying so your wife doesn’t get suspicious, until the private investigators gets all the evidence you need? You don’t think this is suspicious? I leave the house going to a job you gave me and then disappear. I’m thinking they’ll start to figure out one plus one equals two.”

“So am I. I’m serious. Fuck it. You being there ain’t really helping now that I think about it.”

Before I could roll my eyes good, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards him. My body landed on top of his, and before I could fight, his lips were on my neck, and he had already pushed his shirt up and his hand was between my thighs.

“Sam,” I whispered, trying to squirm, but my hips betrayed me.

They always did when it came to him.

“Stop playing,” he muttered against my skin, already pushing my panties to the side. “You know you not going nowhere.”

“Sam...”

“You leaving to do what? Go home to argue?” His fingers slid slow through my folds, through my wetness.

“You this wet and you worried about Mark? Fuck Mark.”

He flipped us fast, so he was on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

I tried to push at his shoulders,

“Stop,” he warned, and that was it. I stopped.

“‘Yes, daddy’” damn near slipped from my lips.

This man had too much control over me.

And I wasn’t mad about it.

“You running from me now? You need space?” he asked softly, voice too calm to be safe.

His little bit of insecurity was actually endearing, as fucked up as it sounds.

“I’m not running—”

“It feel like you running from me,” he cut me off. “But I know how to make you stay,” he said while sliding his big ass dick inside of me in one deep stroke that had me gasping, and my nails sinking into his back.

“Sam... damn,” I moaned.

My whole body felt tight.