His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,31

her.”

“I don’t just know her,” Connor said. “She’s my ex-fiancée.”

“Yes, I—I gathered that from what she just said in your office.”

“Oh. You heard that, huh?” he asked, suddenly embarrassed.

“I’m afraid—your father’s office is soundproof. Yours is not.”

“So… how many people heard?”

“I can’t be certain, sir,” he said. “Probably not a lot. It’s nearly the lunch hour—”

“Thank you,” he said. “You can go.”

James shut the door, and he buried his head in his hands. Let this be a reminder. You can’t trust a single damn female, especially around your father. No exceptions. But what about Sam?

He groaned as he thought about it, and especially at the threat his father had made about her. But she wasn’t like that. There was no way Sam would do him dirty like that. Would she?

His leg shook as he weighed the information in his head. He thought he could trust her, for the most part. What he knew about her. Then again, she was getting paid to play the part of his fiancée. Fuck. What am I supposed to do?

He couldn’t exactly keep Sam away from family functions. That would look suspicious as hell. But he also couldn’t trust his father around her, and he didn’t know how much he could trust her. If Sandra would screw his dad for three thousand, what was Sam’s price?

14

Sam

Sam could hardly believe it. A Saturday completely free from any engagements—from Connor or work. Ellie had called that morning, but she’d let it go to voicemail. The second time Ellie had called, she’d placed her phone on airplane mode. To hell with it, treat yourself, you deserve it, she’d thought.

She woke up late, went for a leisurely morning run, then ran the hottest water she could stand for a long soak with a bath bomb. She sighed as she sank deeper into the water. This is what I need more of. The water stung her feet. No matter how many pedicures she got, and by now it was on a weekly basis, those constant stilettos James loved to get her tore her apart.

Wrapped in a fluffy white towel, her hair tied in a topknot, Sam fell onto her bed and let out a moan. It wasn’t even noon yet, and the morning light streamed through her gauzy curtains. I wonder what Connor’s doing?

She let her fingers move to the edge of the towel and inch up her thighs. Gently, she circled her clit. The thin strip of hair she let remain below was still wet from the bath. Sam bit her lip and thought of how Connor had looked that night at the underground club. How he’d tasted. How wet he’d made her with just a kiss, and of course before he’d been a total ass to her.

Sam unwrapped the towel and let the sun wash over her naked body. With her knees pointed toward the ceiling, she slid a finger into her mouth and took it back to herself. As she flicked across her clit, her nipples hardened. She kneaded her breasts with her other hand.

She slid her finger into her folds, surprised by how wet she was already. But when she thought about Connor’s body, about that hardness she’d felt pressed against her that night in the club, she couldn’t help herself. Sam let out a moan, coated her finger in her own juices, and circled her clit harder, wildly. “Connor,” she gasped out. She pinched her nipples harder, and her back arched.

She was close, deliciously so. Eyes closed and legs spread wide, she imagined him on top of her. His scruff would rake across her cheek as his lips moved from hers to her neck. She imagined his length sliding slow and controlled into her, his muscled stomach pushing hard against her clit with every thrust. When his mouth reached her breasts, it would take her right to the edge.

The doorbell rang. Goddammit, Ellie. She worked herself faster, turned on by the thought of having a time limit. “Fuck me faster,” she’d tell Connor. “Someone’s coming.”

It rang again, insistently. “Sam, I know you’re in there! Your car’s in the drive.”

She froze. Fuck, it was Connor. She was so close to coming it hurt, but there was no way she could finish with him just a few feet away.

“I know it’s your day off, but I need to talk to you,” he called. “Why’s your phone turned off?”

Frustrated, she let out a mewl and grabbed her short, red robe from the back of the chair. “Coming!” she