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him she had a plan. Because the only one he had was to let go
and keep his hands to himself, no matter what.
    She stared through him and scanned the
near nothingness of the room. “I do. I do have one. I want you to strip for me,
Sam.”
     

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    “I think it’s a great idea,” she said
back.
    She had to be out of her mind.
    “Do this, Sam. Trust me.”
    She kept saying that. He wanted to shake
her shoulders and yell, “I do” until she believed him, but those brute tactics
never worked on her. Yelling, showing his frustration, would only serve to keep
them from dealing in the here and now. He had to be honest, and this desperate
move of hers was evidence that once and for all they had to address that night.
    “You know I can’t say no to you, and what about your job? What do you think it would do
to me if I got you fired?”
    Her brown eyes closed and looked back up
at him, determined. “ Relations gets people fired. This isn’t us having relations,” she
said.
    He’d call her a liar but something held
his tongue. Something like the way her words just now felt like a slap to a
silly boy’s face who had gotten things all wrong with
the girl he liked.
    “Fine. I trust you.”
He stepped to her, being sure to leave an inch between them so they didn’t
touch. But she was so close, all he had to do was
whisper the rest. “Don’t you dare let this be about anything more, Emma. ” He wouldn’t finish with what was really in his heart.
If she said this wasn’t about relations, then he had to accept it and not
expect anything else.
    He supposed he owed her.
    “This is really what you want?” he asked
one last time to be sure.
    Her slow nod made him think twice but
when she rubbed her palms down her thighs, all he could do was act.
    One piece of clothing at a time, he
shucked out of his dress whites, starting a neat pile on the floor. He fisted
the sides of his collar in each hand and slowly popped the shirt open.
    Her gaze burned each bit of his skin as
he exposed it to her.
    One. Two. Three. Four.
    He kept his eyes on her the whole time.
She’d started that way, too, but her eyes began to drift and roam. This was
torture.
    His dick, which shouldn’t be any part of
this equation, was hard and throbbing from Emma’s curious stare. Impossible to
hide and irritating as hell, being he was a pro at keeping that crap in check
every night in front of hundreds of women. His abs clenched so tight that
breathing was leaving him light-headed, and every nerve ending in him had one
single response. Coming alive as she watched him strip down
for her. God, the way she was watching him, so determined to keep that
straight face. But her big brown eyes were the liars.
    Finally, he stepped out of his shiny
black shoes, set them aside, and then undid the buttons of his pants and slid
them off.
    The pile grew while the room felt like
it was shrinking.
    He considered topping the pile off with
his booty pants, but decided the heat warming up her cheeks to that spicy rose
color right now was enough. His hands rested on his hips as he prepared to say
he was finished, and ask what now?
    On second thought, screw it.
    She’d insisted. It was twisted, but all
Sam could think was that the harder he pushed himself to go into this place for
her, the more proof she’d have that she was safe with him. The more raw and
real he was with her right now, and the more intimate this was, the better his
argument would be. See? He’d tell her
afterward. I could have taken advantage,
and I didn’t. You, Emma, you can trust me .
    With his thumbs, he hooked each side of
his briefs and tugged down. He thought he heard her cough. He definitely saw
the heel of her right foot raise before she pushed it
back down to the ground. Out of her view, he blew out and then continued with
the briefs. They caught on his erection but he ignored the uncomfortable
slapping of his dick against his