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he jerked out of her mouth, then yelped because I guess she bit him.”
    Jake grinned. “So far I like this story.”
    She smiled down at him. “I ran out of there, and something hard hit the doorframe as I ran through it. It was metal ¼ I think it was a knife ¼ ,but I can’t be sure.”
    “Son of a bitch.” Jake gazed up at her a chill going through him when he thought of what might have happened if St. James’ aim had been a little better. He saw a shudder go through her at the same time and ran a warm hand up her flanks under her nightgown trying to soothe her.
    Samantha sighed. “Now you know why I didn’t want to tell you. I had a feeling you’d overreact.”
    “Overreact,” he sputtered, shocked she was giving the fucker the benefit of the doubt.
    “He thought I was a burglar. He yelled that at me as I ran away.”
    “That’s bull.”
    She let out another sigh. “Maybe but I don’t want to deal with it or him tonight.”
    Jake knew she was telling him to back off, to let her handle it as she saw fit. Much as it went against his instincts he knew he had to do just that publicly. Behind the scenes was a different story. “Fine we’ll do it your way.”
    She smiled down at him and pulled her nightgown off.
    He smiled back at her, glad of his reward. She ran a finger down his bare chest.
    “What do we have here? Sexy abs.”
    He groaned as she teased one finger down his body making him tighten like a bowstring. Then she leaned down to kiss him, her open sex brushing against his throbbing rod and he groaned. “Um hum.”
    She lapped at his nipple making him shudder. “You taste good. I wondered if you’d taste like cinnamon and you do.”
    He groaned knowing she was referring to the cinnamon candies he liked and wondering how long she’d wanted to taste him. “Oh god,” he groaned, wanting to take control but knowing that she needed to.
    “Like that, do you?” she asked, before lapping at him again.
    “You have no idea,” he said, grabbing her hips to control her movements.
    “Not so fast, buster,” she said with a smile then gently lifted his hands off her hips. “You made me go no hands earlier now you can do the same for me.”
    He let her push his hands down to the floor knowing she was probably going to kill him with sex and not minding one damned bit.
    “Good boy,” she praised, shimmying down his body to lick his abs.
    He growled as her tongue dipped into his navel and her hot little hand wrapped around his raging cock. Damn he was a dead man. He balled his fists at to keep from reaching for her. His tight body was sweating as she dipped her tongue into his navel laving it making him squirm and swear under his breath.
    “Naughty, naughty,” she scolded then giggled. Bypassing his cock and going down to his feet.
    He groaned in agony as his cock bobbed wildly in the air like a god dammed warning signal that she ignored. But when she licked her way up the sole of his foot and sucked his big toe into her mouth he arched plumb off the rug. Where the hell did she learn that? Jealousy rippled though him for a minute. There had to have been other men don’t be an ass and ruin this. Then she nipped her way up his inner thigh and he stopped thinking.
    He looked at her crouched between his splayed legs, smiling at him like he was a treasure she’d just discovered and fell in lust. Then she bent down to take him into her mouth sucking on him like a lollypop and he lost his mind. He groaned as she milked at him cupping his balls and rolling them and knew he was putty in her hands. His balls grew tighter and he knew he couldn’t wait anymore. He pulled her up even though she didn’t want to let him go and rolled her under him.
    Samantha lay trembling as Jake’s hard body covered hers, hardly believing her lucky stars or that she’d wanted to go down on him to see if he tasted like cinnamon. He had. Then his cock rubbed teasingly against her wet sex, his eyes darkened to molten steel, and