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Not Sam.

My sweet girl always had my back.

I just needed to get to her before Heather did.

LEVIN

“Shiiiiiiit, Sam. Fuck.”

I gripped her hip tighter.

Her bathing-suit bottom was already shoved to the side. Cold room. Door locked. Her back against the wall, one leg up, me deep in her like we weren’t supposed to be getting a massage in twenty minutes.

I pulled her closer and went harder.

Wet. Tight. That little gasp she did when I hit it right.

“Fuck,” she whispered, reaching for me.

“Feel that?”

“Yes, shut up before we get kicked out.”

I laughed under my breath.

That mouth.

That fucking mouth was half the reason I kept taking her ass places.

We were supposed to be having a spa date.

A real one too.

Expensive ass spot called AIRE Ancient Baths. Private treatments, massages, thermal baths, all that relaxing shit Samantha claimed she needed because between the hospital, four kids and her dumbass husband, she stayed stressed.

I booked the whole experience.

Somehow I turned my spa date into a spa fuck.

Because Samantha Lawless couldn’t behave around me.

And apparently neither the fuck could I.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her back onto me. Deeper. Slower for a second, then I stopped playing.

“Shit, I’m about to cum, Levin.”

“Be quiet before they kick our asses out.”

She laughed.

Actually fucking laughed.

“Then stop.”

I paused.

She immediately looked back at me.