Cesca gasped. ‘I can’t believe you just said that. Cock isn’t an innuendo. It’s a real description, and a rude one at that.’

‘You think cock’s rude?’

‘Sam!’ Her cheeks were flaming. She must look so much like a prude. Shaking her head, she walked into the kitchen, with him following closely behind.

‘You didn’t seem to think it was rude last night when you were kissing it.’

Wow, she really hadn’t expected him to be so direct. And it wasn’t as if she was completely innocent. After all, she’d had sex before, she’d read dirty books, and she knew all the words she needed to. But hearing them come from his mouth was dirty and exciting and made her light up inside.

‘Say it,’ he said, taking a step towards her, sliding his sunglasses over his head.

‘What?’

‘Cock. I want to hear you say it.’

‘No way.’

‘Say it.’ Another step towards her. ‘Or are you too scared?’

‘I’m not scared of you.’ Except she was, just a little bit. Scared of the way he made her feel.

‘Then I want to hear it come from your mouth. Just four little letters, Cesca. C. O. C. K. Now say it.’

Sam moved closer still, until their legs were touching, their torsos only inches apart. He leaned forward, his hands flat on the work surface, until he was c

aging her in. A thrill shot through her at his proximity. She could smell the woody fragrance of his cologne, and it made her want to run her nose up and down his throat until she got more.

The look of amusement on his face mixed with desire. ‘Come on, baby.’

‘There’s not a rat’s chance in hell that I’ll say it.’

‘Then I’ll have to make you.’

Her eyebrows rose up in challenge. ‘Try it.’

He leaned forward, taking her chin into his hand. There was a heat in his eyes that she could feel burning at her, too. He pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth, and she felt their softness, their warmth.

‘Say it, baby.’ He kissed his way along her bottom lip, until it started to tremble. ‘Say it, and I’ll make it worth your while.’

His tongue slid along the seam between her lips, dipping inside. Without a conscious thought she opened for him, kissing him back as he pushed inside, his hand still cupping her face. Cesca’s eyes fluttered closed, her breathing stilted as Sam’s body pressed against hers. She could feel it all; the hard planes of his chest and stomach, the thick muscles of his arms. The way he grew hard against her as she pushed herself into him, giving herself up to his passionate embrace.

Sam was the first to break the kiss. Cesca let out a little whimper before he moved his lips to her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there.

‘Say it,’ he whispered against her.

‘No.’

‘Say it or I’ll stop.’

‘You wouldn’t.’ Her words were a gasp. He’d paid attention, learning which parts of her to target, and he was applying his knowledge with vigour.

‘Try me.’ She could feel his lips curving into a smile against her skin as he stole her words. Then he pulled back, the sudden rush of air against her skin underscoring his absence. Her eyes flew open, and she went to grab his head, wanting him back there.

‘Sam, please.’ Her cheeks were bright red.

‘Cock,’ he teased. ‘Cock, cock, cock.’

‘OK!’ She threw her hands up. ‘You want me to embarrass myself?’

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