Jensen.” Sam smiled, lying through his teeth. The way she made him feel, the way his body reacted to her, throbbing and hot and not of its own accord, scared the shit out of him. Unlike Carson, however, Sam embraced the fear, ready to face it head on and maybe even tell Desiree, again, how he felt about her despite everything. He couldn’t hold it in much longer, knew that he didn’t want to. He wasn’t the silent alpha type like his brother, and he accepted that. “Not trying to scare you, Mr. Quarry. I just want to sample you and see if you taste as good as your brother.” “I’ll be different.” Sam slowly came to his feet. “I’m guessing because no two Cajuns taste alike.” Desiree smiled, and Sam chuckled at her allusion to their conversation about her pecan pie versus his mama’s. “I’m looking forward to the differences,” Desiree murmured as she bent her head, the whiff of her breath over the surface of his nerve endings almost sending Sam into orbit right before her lips touched the head of his cock.
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