“It’s been a month, Sam,” I whined while stomping my feet in front of him. I didn’t care if I was acting childish. The man had been withholding sex for the past month.

Sam picked up his phone. “Let me call the doctor and see if it’s okay.”

I’d been home from the hospital for three weeks, but Sam and Neal had forbidden me from going back to work. Sam was treating me like I was made of glass. He felt it was his fault I was shot, so he’d been working extra hard to show me how much he cared. There was no way he could have known Doug would have a gun or that he would be involved at all.

We’d gone around and around on that conversation. I was the type of person to say, “Let’s live in the future and not dwell on the past.”

Over the past month, we’d moved most of my stuff to Sam’s. Jessica wasn’t happy I was moving away from her. She felt we should move into the penthouse. Sam’s place felt like home, and Lemon liked it here.

One reason we liked Sam’s place was the club downstairs. In the near future, when we had kids, we would move to a house. Until then, I wanted to enjoy life at the club.

Sam walked up, wrapped his arms around me, and rested his chin on my head. “You know I love you. I care about your well-being.”

“I love you too, but I want to feel you inside me.”

Sam swooped me up into his arms so he was holding me in a fireman’s hold.

“Sam!” I screamed before wrapping my arms around his neck. He headed toward our bedroom. I knew I was finally getting what I wanted.

When we got inside the room, he put me down. “Strip,” Sam demanded.

I rushed to remove my pink sundress. Once Sam had disrobed, he stalked across the room to where I was standing.

He reached up and brushed his thumb against my nipple. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Sam told me to climb on the bed and spread my legs as wide as possible. He was still too worried to use any bondage because of the bullet wound. Once I was lying on the bed, Sam told me to lie still.

He devoured me with his eyes before dragging his calloused hand over my nipple. The sensation made my pussy start to drip. “You like the feeling of me running my hands over your body, don’t you?”

I was so lost in the sensation that I didn’t respond. He pinched my taut nipple to bring me back to the present. He played my body like a violin.

“What, Sam?” I asked between breaths.

He brought his finger up to my lip. I opened my mouth, and he placed his index finger on my tongue. I closed my lips around his finger and sucked. When he removed his finger from my mouth, he rubbed it over my nipple. The wet sensation on my nipple was so arousing. I raised my hips, wanting to find some relief.

“Please, Sam…” I pleaded. I wanted him to touch my folds.

“What do you want, Patty?” Sam asked while softly brushing his fingers over my nipples. And slowly working his hand down my stomach. I arched my back, hoping he would continue down toward my pussy.

He made a tsking noise and took his hand away. “I want words, Patty.”

“Touch me.”

“Where.”

Err… why did Sam make me say dirty words? “Please touch my pussy, sir.”

Sam took his time positioning his body between my legs. His eyes never left mine. His deep-brown chocolate eyes were dilated to almost pure black with lust.

“Farther.” Sam pushed my legs so I was completely open to him. “Just the way I like you. Spread wide open, and this pussy looks like it’s dripping for me. I plan on spending all night down here.” Sam leaned in and put my clit between his lips.

The sensation was driving me crazy. I lifted my pelvis to make Sam put more pressure on my clit. I wanted to come. The loud smacking sound registered before the sting.

“Ow!” I screamed.

“I will enjoy this pussy on my time. Stop taking what you want.” Sam breathed before going back to my clit.

Sam worked his fingers into me, teasing me over and over. I would come to the edge, and he would pull back at the last second. My head was thrown back and my eyes closed tight as I tried to reach my release.

“Look at me.”

When I opened my eyes and looked down to see Sam, he continued, “You’re doing so good, my pixie. This time, I want you to let go. I want to hear the screams come out.”

Sam took my bud in his mouth and added another finger. The sensation took me over the edge. I exploded on Sam’s hand. I cried out in ecstasy, unable to control my hips. My back arched as I continued to buck and moan. The feeling was pure bliss.

Still in a haze from the orgasm, I felt Sam pull his fingers back while leaning down and taking one long lick. My body shuddered under his touch.

* * *

Not being able to hold back any longer, I worked my way up Patty’s body.

“Please…” Patty pleaded when I stopped to suck on her pink nipples.

“What do you want, my pixie?”

“You,” she breathed while rubbing her hot, wet folds against my length.

I positioned myself to push into her. When I drove inside her, it was pure bliss. Her legs wrapped around my back. Each time we were together, it was better.

“Please, faster,” Patty whimpered.

I was going slow, enjoying being in Patty. I had almost lost her, and my need to consume her was strong. I held myself back for us to enjoy it longer.

“Yes, God, yes.”

I pushed in deeper and faster. “What do you need, my love?”

“You. Faster. Harder… Please…” Patty dug her heels into my back, trying to get me to move faster.

Her eyes were closed, and she was close to coming. I could feel her muscles milking my cock. Her hot, wet, tight folds were making it hard for me to hold on.

When she was on the verge of her orgasm, Patty’s eyes opened and looked at me. “Sam, I’m going to.”

I pinched her nipple. At the mixture of pain and pleasure, Patty exploded on my length. Her muscles contracted and squeezed.

“Oh God, Sam.”

Patty’s orgasm was enough to send me over the edge. One more hard, deep thrust, and I found my release. I was buried to the hilt. I couldn’t hold my body up anymore, and I collapsed on Patty, causing her to squeak under me.

I rolled to the side, taking her into my arms. I loved the part of holding Patty after we made love. I could feel her heartbeat still racing and her panting.

“I love you,” I whispered while leaning in and kissing the top of her forehead.

“I will never get tired of hearing you say those words. You are my everything.”

I pulled Patty up so I could look into her eyes. “I can’t wait until you’re my wife and barefoot and pregnant.”

“Was that you proposing? We haven’t been careful. For all we know, I am pregnant.”

The thought of getting Patty pregnant made my length harden. I wanted her again. I wanted to mark every inch of her body.

“No, just letting you know it is going to happen soon. I can’t wait for you to get pregnant. I would be ecstatic if you were now.” I rubbed my length against Patty’s folds.

“I’m ready to be Mrs. Blackwood when you ask.”

Not wanting to pass the moment by, I jumped out of bed and ran to the safe.

“Where are you going?” Patty asked while I reached in and grabbed the ring her father had given me.

I walked back over to the bed. When I got down on one knee, Patty’s hands flew to her mouth. Tears started to stream down her face.

“Patty, you are my world. You are the reason I get up each day. The day you came crashing into my club, I found the person who makes me smile. Will you be m—”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Patty flung herself into my arms.

The feeling of having Patty in my arms and her accepting my proposal was the best day of my life. If I had a say, we would head to Vegas tomorrow for our wedding.

Now I have her, I will never let her go.