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first-grader would have known to do.
    But then it must have dawned on her, and
together they again named their mutual lookout. “Gabe.”
    He took her hand in his and squeezed it
tight. “This is about trust and the night I lost it where you’re concerned. If
I can’t earn it back, tell me now and we both walk out
of here. Friends and nothing more.”
    “And the other option?” she asked him.
    “We stay. You stay for me, and I stay
for you.” He kissed the top of her head and said the rest into her hair. “In
this room, right now, we stay for each other, no matter what.”
    The way her body went from having fallen
into his so soft and supple to sudden stiffness, he wondered why exactly that
was. She would run the club someday. And he sure as hell wouldn’t have her
working in a place where one damned room brought her so much anxiety and grief.
It was why he was so insistent on making this impromptu meeting in here work,
so all the hurt would be blanked out for good.
    “Stay for me?” he asked her one last
time.

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    Fifteen minutes into their session and
Sam’s clothes littered the floor. Emma glanced for the umpteenth time at the
wall clock and mentally excused their messiness. Time ticked and ticked. He sat
there, waiting, letting her make the first moves.
    She kneeled and watched his teeth come
out on display as he tugged in on his lower lip.
    They were doing this, right? It’s what
they both needed. Closure? New
memories? A proper send-off? She nearly got
dizzy.
    Sweat glistened off the massive muscles
of his chest when she looked up from her new and very foreign place on the
floor. Her knees could have used some extra padding but the discomfort was
second to what she just decided would happen. The words echoed in her head. Stay for him . Trust each other.
    "You want me to touch you,
Sam?" She would, happily. At this point she was dying to have more,
continue this once-forbidden play with the best friend she'd always loved.
    He guided her hand that he held up to
his lips and kissed her fingers, then let it go loosely as if he was letting
her go to make the next decision on her own.
    "I want you to touch me with your
mouth, Emma. If you want to."
    Emma wanted to, so badly, and now,
seeing him at the point of pleasure and pain, she had what she needed to go
through with it. She blew out a breath. His chiseled abs tensed and she prepared
to take her best friend into her mouth.
    Fighting the inability of her jaw to
expand wide enough, she rubbed her hands up his naked and equally muscled thighs
and squeezed. “I want this,” she said, feeling she needed to state it out loud
before he inevitably questioned her.
    “Are you sure, Emma?” He groaned that
last bit out through a tight jaw, even tighter abs, and a deep, rumbling voice
that had several moans lined up to leave her throat. “You don’t have to.”
    He seemed to sense the “but” she didn’t
add and looked at her with that serious, captivating darkness of his. Emma
ignored the doubt in his eyes and let her lips fall down until they met the thick
head of his penis. He sucked in air and a hiss. His abs tightened. She willed her
mouth to fit him inside.
    She let her tongue explore him. The
second her tongue found his sensitive underside, shivers cooled her body. His body
shuddered in response. The telling action boosted her confidence. But as she
tried to take more, she found it embarrassingly harder than she’d thought and
resorted to more tongue probing and kisses along his shaft. The butterflies in
her belly became less about the thrill of this long-awaited intimacy and more
about her inadequacy. She looked up and his eyes came open again.
    The look on his face wasn’t right. Was
her time up? Had he tired of her fumbling attempt?
    She’d already pleaded with him to stop
the sweet kisses along her neck, the explorative hand and fingers that had
travelled up her spine and back down to tenderly take of her bottom. She’d
asked