Page 50 of If We Were Perfect (If Love 4)

“I went to my first erotica book club meeting tonight.” Her eyelids drooped. It’d been a long day, but she didn’t want to stop talking yet. She wanted Sammy to stay for a while longer. “It was a good book. They had this scene where the couple has sex in his office. He blindfolds her with his tie and fucks her up against the glass—one-way, so people outside couldn’t see them, but she didn’t know that. She hated it but loved it, and she screamed so loud he had to cover her mouth with his hand so the rest of the office couldn’t hear her.”

The warmth in her lower belly pulsed as Olivia pictured the scene in her mind.

She’d been wrong—shecouldhear Sammy breathing. Loud and ragged, like he couldn’t draw enough oxygen into his lungs.

“Fuck.” He yanked his hand out of hers so fast Olivia would’ve stumbled had she been standing. “Go to sleep, Olivia.” Every inch of his muscular frame radiated tension. It filled the room, pressing into her eyes and causing her lids to droop further.

Her body was primed and hungry for touch, but her mind was ready to knock the hell out.

“I don’t want to go to sleep yet. I want—” A huge yawn interrupted her train of thought. “I want—” Another yawn.

Whatdidshe want? A lot of things. But at that moment, there was one thing she desired most.

“I want you...” Olivia’s voice faded as she lost her battle with exhaustion and sleep overtook her.