Don't Tell (Don't 1)

I hadn’t thought past tonight or past the few hours together, but I knew this wasn’t going to be the fix we promised each other would cure the problem we had. No, this was only feeding a hungry monster. I wanted him more. I wanted him again. I wanted him tomorrow and next week. Tonight wasn’t going to be enough. One more time would never be enough.

I wondered if we did want the same thing. Did he want more than tonight? Or was this going to be enough for him? Would he get me out of his head like he mentioned and go back to playing a game every Sunday that paid him millions of dollars? Was I the distraction or the cure?

He amazed me with his strength. His hands landed on my waist and he lifted me on to the bed. Before I could adjust myself or get my bearings, he rolled me to my stomach. He surprised me again when instead of bringing to my knees, he lifted my hips enough to slide his cock to my entrance.

I groaned when he pushed inside and I felt his lips on my ear. His fingers entwined mine and our hips moved together, pulling and pushing, grasping and clinging, until we were on the same cliff, taking the same dive into a pool of ecstasy. It fell over us like rain. Sam pinned me to the bed while he pulsed inside me with strong thrusts, and my orgasm scattered through my limbs. He sucked at my earlobe and growled with satisfaction until his breathing became normal again. He slowly rolled from my back and pulled me to his chest.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if there were words.

But Sam broke the silence for me.

“I have to see you again.”

And that was when I realized we were never going to give this up.

We sat facing each other on the bed, eating a tray of room service. Sam dipped a strawberry in whipped cream and dotted it on my nipple before taking a swipe with his tongue.

“Tastes so much better on your tits,” he explained.

I swatted at him. But it felt amazing when his tongue was on my breasts.

“We’re trying to figure this out,” I reminded him.

“Right.”

I picked at a waffle on another plate and took a bite. Breakfast food in the middle of the night was the best.

“If I’m caught with you, I lose my job and am no longer on the Warriors payroll.”

“We’ve covered that.”

I looked at him. “But you don’t seem to care, since you make a million dollars and I barely make forty-thousand a year.”

“Then let me pay you.”

My eyes widened. “Like a hooker?”

“Okay, bad idea.”

“Very.”

He picked up a piece of bacon. “And you can’t get another job?”

“Can you?”

“It’s different. I’m in my dream job. And you aren’t.”

I lowered my eyes. “But I will be again. I need to make it to March when I can audition for the troupe again.”

“Darlin’, it’s October.”

“We can do this for six months, right?” I fidgeted with the waffle. I didn’t want to tell him I was financially strapped and I wasn’t going to beg my family for money. That wasn’t an option for me. I could make it on my own dancing.

Besides, the last month had been more fun than the entire summer of training. I was starting to see why the other girls loved it so much.

“Sneak around? Pretend we’re not sleeping together?”

I nodded. “Yes, exactly that.”