She already knew Sam’s home was massive, big enough to host a wedding and reception. Looking to the left, she saw a huge living room. On the right she saw a massive entryway. Deducing that the kitchen was more likely to be to the right, Maddie wandered that direction, eager to find a coffee maker. She needed her caffeine fix, and she needed it bad. Her headache had dulled to a slight annoyance, but her addiction to caffeine wasn’t helping. Ignoring several smaller hallways, she followed what looked like a major corridor that might lead to the kitchen.
Yes! Finally!
There was a large arched doorway that led to a kitchen any professional chef would probably envy. And there, in front of the stove, stood Sam, his curls just starting to form as his hair dried, dressed in a snug pair of designer jeans and a polo shirt.
She watched as he filled two plates skillfully, like he actually cooked all the time. Her eyes darted nervously to her handbag that was sitting on the counter, and the paperwork she had carelessly stuffed inside the side pocket now resting underneath it.
She sidled up to the counter, sliding the paperwork from underneath her purse, folding it, and cramming it into the center part of bag, closing the zipper tightly.
“I already saw them. The papers dropped out of your bag as I was bringing you into the house last night. I found them on the floor this morning.” His voice was low, menacing.
“You read them?” Folding her arms in front of her, she scowled at him, resting one hip against the counter beside him.
“Not intentionally. But I opened them to see what they were. I thought they were papers that I’d dropped myself.” He put the two plates on the kitchen table and pulled out one of the chairs. “You’re not doing it, Maddie. Not now. Not ever,” he told her adamantly. “Now eat.” He sat a large mug of coffee beside her plate, the smell making her salivate.
“Actually, I’m not doing it. I can’t afford it and it isn’t fair to bring a child into the world just because I selfishly want one. I work horrible hours and it wouldn’t be a good thing for a baby. I can adopt in the future. It was just a thought.” She was thirty-four years old, would turn thirty-five this year. Artificial insemination had just been something she wanted to consider. She’d probably never marry, but she wanted a child so badly. She had actually hoped for more than one when she was younger.
She headed for the table, intent on grabbing the coffee. Before she had even taken a step, Sam snagged her arm, bringing her back against the counter, her ass pressed up against the unyielding wood as Sam slapped a muscular arm on each side of her, trapping her with his body. “Just tell me why? Why would you want to do that? Why aren’t you married? Why don’t you already have kids the normal way?” he growled, his intense eyes flashing as he looked down at her face, the muscles in his jaw clenched tight.
She met his gaze with a fiery one of her own, her anger flaring as she retorted, “Because then I’d have to have sex and I don’t like it.”
“You don’t like sex? Not with any of your partners?” he asked, his voice confused.
“Partner. As in one boyfriend. Tried it, didn’t like it, didn’t do it again. Lance said I wasn’t a sexual woman and I probably have to agree with him. I had to have a few drinks just to let him do it.”
“And you believed him? He told you the problem was yours, and you bought that, Maddie? It’s crap. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known,” he said in a husky voice. “And I know for a fact that you’d like sex. You just haven’t had it with the right guy.”
“Doesn’t matter. No desire to try it again, which is why I was looking at artificial insemination,” she answered, squirming to get away from him.
“If there’s any inseminating to be done, I’m doing it. And it won’t be done in a sterile environment with a Petri-dish. All you need is a man who wants to please you to the point of insanity. And that would be me,” he rasped, his mouth swooping down to capture hers.
Maddie pushed against his chest, frantic to get away, her heart skittering the moment his mouth captured hers. Oh, God. Yeah, Sam could set her on fire like no other man could with just his kiss, but the sexual act was a whole different thing. Her hands clenched his shoulders as he plundered, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with his bold kisses that always made her weak, unable to resist. She surrendered, pushing her tongue against his as he thrust into her mouth, over and over. Her pussy flooded as she moaned against his lips, her entire being consumed by Sam as he claimed her mouth with a dominance that took her breath away.