“Let’s go to your room,” he suggested. He pushed my arms over my head and held my wrists together.
I shook my head. “I have a roommate.”
“Roommate?” But his lips didn’t stop.
“Yes.” His hands were digging into the band at my waist. I moaned as he slipped a hand between the layers of clothing and skin. His fingers moved between my folds until I knew he was coated in my essence.
I quivered, my knees shaking as he held me to the wall and his fingers made circles that tightened the coil in my belly. He pinched the delicate outline of my clit and I whimpered.
“I have a plan,” he growled into my ear.
“What?” I whispered.
“I’ll get a room here.”
His finger plunged inside my entrance and I bit my lip. I started clenching and squeezing around it.
I nodded. I wasn’t thinking. I was only feeling. And what Sam was doing to me was sinful bliss. My body reacted to him with unleashed passion. He kissed my neck and added another finger.
“But first.” His eyes were on me. “I’m going to watch you come like this.”
My chest rose with heavy breaths. I couldn’t look away. His fingers worked their magic between my legs as the intensity spiraled.
I was wet and panting, pinned to the wall. My hips gyrated toward him, wanting him to fill me every time he pulled away.
“Fuck me like this, Natalia,” he ordered. And I lost all control. My hips bucked and my muscles clutched around his fingers. It was building inside me like a wildfire and there wasn’t anything that could extinguish the heat except Sam.
I tried to look away, but his voice deepened. “No. Look in my eyes when you come.”
I stared at him, knowing I was seconds away from exploding. My thighs tingled and my belly pulsed when the orgasm hit me.
“Oh, God, Sam.” I breathed. I let it circle my body from head to toe as the heat warmed me.
His hands slid from between my legs. “I’m going to get that room now.” He kissed me and ducked out of the door.
My head fell back on the wall and I tried to steady myself. But I knew I wasn’t steady. I was off balance and off center. My body wasn’t mine when Sam was around. I tried to straighten my jacket and rearrange my pants.
A few minutes later, the conference room door opened. “Come on.”
“Wait.” I stopped him.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I don’t think we can do this.” I didn’t want to tell him, but I had enough time to regulate my heart rate.
“Of course we can. And we are.”
“I’ll get fired if anyone finds out that I was with you,” I tried to explain.
I was also starting to feel guilt. I had promised Heather she could count on me to be a quality Goddess and sleeping with Sam broke that promise. She was upstairs expecting a romcom marathon, and I was in a dark ballroom hooking up with the enemy.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and I felt my resolve slip too quickly.
“So don’t tell anyone.”
I pressed against his chest and felt the solid muscle under his T-shirt. Holy shit. I had forgotten how ripped he was.
“It’s not that easy. I have a roommate who thinks I’m downstairs picking something up. She’s waiting for me to order in and watch movies all night. I can’t go with you. I just can’t.”