He repeated the same action over and over, loving the way her ass pinked up for him with the imprint of his hand. She was fucking perfect.
“Sam,” she panted. “Fuck, you feel good.” Her breathy voice and the way she was taking all he was giving her had his release building as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Sliding his hand between their slick bodies, he found her clit and tugged, smiling when she moaned out his name again. He could feel her thighs clenching together and knew she was close to her release again.
“Cum for me, baby. I want those juices coating my cock,” he told her. She began to push backwards, meeting him thrust for thrust and then left out a low scream as she exploded in ecstasy. Sam wasn’t too far behind, his fingers digging into her tender flesh as he pumped out his own orgasm.
They lay there spent for a few moments, neither able to move. Sam got up first to discard the condom and came back with some tissues for Emma. After righting their clothes, Emma stood awkwardly and stared at him. If possible, he looked even sexier than before; his hair tousled and his cocky grin taking up half his face. It was no wonder she was starting to fall for him.
She accepted him.
Even though she shouldn’t.
She wanted him.
Even though he was the wrong choice. Her heart was no longer hers; she’d handed it over to him free and clear. Now she just had to tell him. He kissed her hard on the mouth once and they moved away from the work bench. Stooping he picked up a manila envelope from the pile of scattered papers Emma had dropped earlier. “What’s this?” he asked.
Emma glanced at it and shrugged. “I’m not sure. It doesn’t look like I’ve opened it yet…it must have gotten mixed in with that filing.”
Sam tore it open and shook out the contents. Two 5x7 photographs tipped out into his waiting hand, the images making his blood run cold. Both were of Emma—one of her smiling and walking through the town with another female and the second of her completely naked as she stood in what he assumed was the bathroom in her home. Written across that photo in black magic marker was a chilling message. “Soon, my love.”
Impatient, Emma peered over his shoulder to see what he’d found that was causing him to make that face and gasped out loud when she was the pictures.
“Who took those?! Where did you get them?” she demanded, pinning him with an accusatory glare.
“Emma, the envelope is addressed to you. No sender information.” He flipped it over to show her. A sick feeling of dread tingled over her skin as she stared at the images she’d taken from Sam. Nothing about something like this was good news at all.
“The murders…in town. Do you think—do you think these are a message from him?” Emma asked, fearful for his answer.
“If I had to guess, I’d say yes. You fit the profile of the victims…I didn’t notice that until now,” Sam frowned at her, uneasiness setting in.
Emma stuffed the photos back in the envelope and headed for the door. “Um, I’m going to come in late in the morning if that’s okay, I better report these photos down at the station. I’d go now, but I really just want to go home and check things out. I feel so…violated that he’s been watching me like this.”
“You’re not going anywhere by yourself right now. I won’t allow it, Emma.” He crossed his arms over his chest, showing her he meant business.
“You won’t allow it?” she repeated. Who did he think he was, ordering her around? She wasn’t a child; she could take care of herself, regardless of what he thought. “I don’t really care what you’ll allow. Off you fuck over there now, your bossiness isn’t going to get you anywhere with me,” she snapped, her temper getting the better of her. She was terrified and didn’t need him making it worse.
Sam’s brows snapped together at her tone and he went to
“Sam,” she panted. “Fuck, you feel good.” Her breathy voice and the way she was taking all he was giving her had his release building as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Sliding his hand between their slick bodies, he found her clit and tugged, smiling when she moaned out his name again. He could feel her thighs clenching together and knew she was close to her release again.
“Cum for me, baby. I want those juices coating my cock,” he told her. She began to push backwards, meeting him thrust for thrust and then left out a low scream as she exploded in ecstasy. Sam wasn’t too far behind, his fingers digging into her tender flesh as he pumped out his own orgasm.
They lay there spent for a few moments, neither able to move. Sam got up first to discard the condom and came back with some tissues for Emma. After righting their clothes, Emma stood awkwardly and stared at him. If possible, he looked even sexier than before; his hair tousled and his cocky grin taking up half his face. It was no wonder she was starting to fall for him.
She accepted him.
Even though she shouldn’t.
She wanted him.
Even though he was the wrong choice. Her heart was no longer hers; she’d handed it over to him free and clear. Now she just had to tell him. He kissed her hard on the mouth once and they moved away from the work bench. Stooping he picked up a manila envelope from the pile of scattered papers Emma had dropped earlier. “What’s this?” he asked.
Emma glanced at it and shrugged. “I’m not sure. It doesn’t look like I’ve opened it yet…it must have gotten mixed in with that filing.”
Sam tore it open and shook out the contents. Two 5x7 photographs tipped out into his waiting hand, the images making his blood run cold. Both were of Emma—one of her smiling and walking through the town with another female and the second of her completely naked as she stood in what he assumed was the bathroom in her home. Written across that photo in black magic marker was a chilling message. “Soon, my love.”
Impatient, Emma peered over his shoulder to see what he’d found that was causing him to make that face and gasped out loud when she was the pictures.
“Who took those?! Where did you get them?” she demanded, pinning him with an accusatory glare.
“Emma, the envelope is addressed to you. No sender information.” He flipped it over to show her. A sick feeling of dread tingled over her skin as she stared at the images she’d taken from Sam. Nothing about something like this was good news at all.
“The murders…in town. Do you think—do you think these are a message from him?” Emma asked, fearful for his answer.
“If I had to guess, I’d say yes. You fit the profile of the victims…I didn’t notice that until now,” Sam frowned at her, uneasiness setting in.
Emma stuffed the photos back in the envelope and headed for the door. “Um, I’m going to come in late in the morning if that’s okay, I better report these photos down at the station. I’d go now, but I really just want to go home and check things out. I feel so…violated that he’s been watching me like this.”
“You’re not going anywhere by yourself right now. I won’t allow it, Emma.” He crossed his arms over his chest, showing her he meant business.
“You won’t allow it?” she repeated. Who did he think he was, ordering her around? She wasn’t a child; she could take care of herself, regardless of what he thought. “I don’t really care what you’ll allow. Off you fuck over there now, your bossiness isn’t going to get you anywhere with me,” she snapped, her temper getting the better of her. She was terrified and didn’t need him making it worse.
Sam’s brows snapped together at her tone and he went to
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