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the bliss racing through him.
    “Leg’s up,” Roarke ordered as he adjusted the panels kept tucked beneath the spanking bench so that they rested out to the side of the bench. Sam pulled his legs up and placed them on the boards. This opened him to Roarke’s touch, making him completely vulnerable.
    Roarke watched him through half-lidded eyes, his gaze hot, approving. Slowly, he undid his shirt, slipping it off his body. Sam stared, riveted. Roarke was ripped, thick with muscle and deeply tanned, courtesy of his Mexican grandmother.
    His cock, hard and thick, sprung free. Sam licked his lips.
    Roarke smiled as he reached down and grabbed some lube, squirting it on the palm of his hand. “None of that now, pet. I want your ass, not that delicious mouth.”
    Sam whimpered as Roarke slathered his cock with lube, watching as Roarke ran his hand up and down his long cock. The delicious sight was almost enough to have him coming.
    “No coming, sub. Not until I say so,” Roarke reminded him.
    “Yes, Sir,” Sam gritted out. “But can you please hurry, Sir.”
    Roarke chuckled. “It’s good for you to learn patience. You’ll need it if we decide to pursue Ava.”
    Sam lit up, his eyes widening as happiness coursed through his veins. “We’re going to go after her?” he asked. “She’ll be ours?”
    “Deep breath in,” Roarke ordered as he clasped the base of the plug. Now out.” He pulled the plug free, quickly replacing it with his cock. Roarke pressed his dick forward in one firm, steady push as Sam groaned with pleasure. Fully seated, Roarke glanced down at Sam. “If we do, then we do it at the pace I decide and the way I determine is best for all of us, understand?” he said sternly.
    Sam nodded, biting his lip. Damn, he wondered how long it would take Roarke to get his act together. If they didn’t act quickly she could get snapped up by someone else.
    Roarke ran his hand through Sam’s hair. “I’m taking this slowly because I don’t want any of us to be hurt, Sam. I’m not sure adding a third to our relationship is a good idea. I especially don’t think it’s a good idea to mix business and pleasure. But I will admit that she pulls at me.”
    “We need this, Sir. We need her. I know it.”
    “But does she need us?”
    Sam nodded. “She does. She’s not taking care of herself properly.”
    Roarke raised a brow. “You’ve only just met her.”
    “Doesn’t matter. I know. Now, with all due respect, Sir. Will you fuck me already?”
    Roarke grunted, staring at him sternly, but there was a glint of laughter in his eyes. “It will be my pleasure.”
    Grasping Sam’s cock, he started moving his hips in time with his movements over Sam’s dick.
    In, out. Up, down.
    “Sir, Sir, please,” Sam cried out, near the end of his endurance.
    “Soon, soon,” Roarke promised, his hips moving faster. “Now, come now!”
    Sam’s cock throbbed, shooting his seed over his stomach as he cried out. Roarke continued to pump gently, his cock moving faster and faster until his own shout of satisfaction filled the room.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Ava took a deep breath and walked up the drive, deja vu hitting her. This time, though, before she could reach the front door it opened and a concerned Sam stared down at her.
    “Oh,” she gasped. “You gave me a fright.”
    “Why didn’t you wait for Max this morning?” he greeted her with a slight frown.
    “Oh, well, I,” she said flustered. Taking a deep breath, she stilled her jitters, trying desperately to cool the flush of arousal that had immediately hit her with his presence. “He wasn’t there when I left the apartment so I thought perhaps he wasn’t coming and took the bus.”
    Sam narrowed his gaze. “You know that excuse isn’t going to fly, don’t you, sweet?”
    “W-what?” she asked. Truth was, she’d been so nervous she’d had to leave her apartment before she’d given in and raced down to the bakery for some cream-filled buns. She kept