Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

After watching Xander and Mercedes, despite what the two of them had said about their relationship – or more accurately, their friend ship – Sam wasn’t at all convinced that things between them were strictly platonic.

But that wasn’t even the point. It was no longer about Xander. She wasn’t interested, and she knew he wasn’t either.

The point was that Sam felt as though she was getting in over her head. Perhaps she was.

It wasn’t a secret that their previous threesomes hadn’t worked, so she had no clue why she would think it could happen now. Especially because Sam knew deep down that she wanted more from a polyamorous relationship than just sex. Not that she had mentioned that to Logan. Yet.

But then he’d come up with the proposal of BDSM.

She didn’t mind experimenting, but was that something they would use to replace the threesomes? Could it be enough to sate those specific urges that the two of them had?

Doubtful.

Double-checking that her mascara hadn’t clumped, Sam attempted to rein in her thoughts. Now that she was dressed and ready, she was more than a little excited. Logan had something planned for tonight; she could feel it.

“Are you almost ready?” Logan called from the bedroom, successfully distracting her.

Sam took a step back, staring at the woman in the mirror, her smile not forced. Yep, she was ready. A little too ready. “One minute,” she replied, grabbing her brush and running it through her hair one last time. Once she was finished, she stepped into the bedroom to find Logan sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Come here.” He beckoned her toward him by crooking his finger and she complied.

With him sitting on the bed and her standing, Sam came to a stop directly in front of him.

“Did you need something?” she asked coyly.

“I want to see what you’re wearing,” he explained, his hands sliding down over her hips. His hazel eyes had caught fire, the passion and heat she was so familiar with seemed to glow from within.

“Just a dress.” One of her favorites, but he already knew that. The short sequined sheath actually accentuated her curvy body better than any other dress she owned. If she could get away with it, she would wear it all the time.

“Hmmm, but I’m more interested in what’s beneath the dress,” Logan said with a mischievous grin.

Beneath? Sam returned the grin, enjoying the feel of Logan’s warm hands as they slid under the hem of her dress.

While her toes dug into the plush carpet beneath her bare feet, Sam moaned as Logan’s slightly rough fingers roamed over the skin of her upper thighs, higher.

“Logan.” His name came out on a breathy moan as she waited ever so impatiently for him to continue.

“I think you should go without these tonight,” Logan said as he hooked his fingers beneath the thin string of her thong along her hip.

Sam squeezed her thighs together, halting his progress. Go without panties? Tonight? “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she pleaded.

“I do.” His response left no room for argument and her body temperature rose even higher.

She loved the demanding side of Logan, the side that told her how much control he had over her. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t argue her point a little. It’s what she did. “What if I refuse?” she whispered.

“Then I’ll rip them right off of you,” he advised, his voice low and even, not at all threatening. It was a promise. A small smile tipped the corners of his mouth.

As much as she liked the idea, over the course of their marriage, Logan had ruined more than one pair of her panties, and she really was getting tired of replacing them.

“I’ll take them off,” she informed him as she tried to take a step back. His hands tightened on her hips, stilling her.

“I think I’d rather do the honors.”

Oh, hell. They might not make it out of the house if he kept this up.

Giving in, Sam stood still while Logan took his time lowering her panties until they slipped over her calves and landed on her feet. Stepping out of them, she grabbed them with her toes and lifted her foot, laughing with him while he took them from her. His other hand continued to roam beneath the dress, his fingers tormenting her mound as he brushed gently over her bare skin.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, a grin splitting his face because clearly he knew exactly what he did to her.

“I am,” she assured him. More than ready.

Logan rose to his feet but when she turned to head for the door, he stopped her by placing his hand on her arm.

“You won’t need this tonight either,” he said, his other hand sliding down her back, stopping on the strap of her bra.

Oh, hell.

Sam sucked in a deep breath and nodded. Arguing with him was a losing battle. Logan always got what he wanted. He had a way of making her melt into a puddle, which meant she would eventually cave. She’d learned not to pretend otherwise because it was a waste of time.

Logan slid the narrow straps of her dress down her arms, the silk effortlessly dropping past her breasts. He then easily unclasped her strapless bra and tossed it onto the bed. When his arms came around her, Sam leaned back into his embrace, relishing the feel of his warm hands on her naked breasts.

He was teasing her. On purpose.

Thankfully, he didn’t linger long. If he had, Sam wasn’t so sure they’d have made it out of the house. In fact, Logan went from relaxed to determined in the blink of an eye. So much so, Sam was surprised he even allowed her to put on her shoes, giving her barely enough time to strap them on before he was ushering her out of the house and into the Corvette.

She slid into the sleek car after he opened her door and let her head drop back on the headrest.

This was going to be one of those nights; she could feel it already.

“Elijah Penn, I’d like you to meet my wife, Samantha.”

Elijah noticed the way Sam’s eyes widened as her gaze strayed to his face. That was without doubt surprise glowing mysteriously in her eyes. Reaching out, Elijah took Sam’s hand, lifting it to his mouth as he kept his gaze locked with hers. He was supposed to say something; he knew that. He just couldn’t find the words.

“I invited him here tonight,” Logan explained. “The same as last night.”

Samantha retrieved her hand from his grasp and Elijah continued to watch her.

“Very nice to meet you, Samantha,” Elijah managed when he found his voice. “Would you mind if I buy you a drink?”

After turning to look at Logan briefly, Samantha leveled her stare on him once more. “I’d like that,” she said sweetly, linking her fingers with Logan’s tightly.

Elijah’s cock wasn’t the only part of his anatomy that had stood at attention as soon as he had laid eyes on Samantha McCoy in the shadows of the dimly lit club. His entire body was rock hard.

Thankfully, he had his jacket in place to hide the physical evidence of his arousal. But the jacket was doing little to keep his interest on the down low.

Elijah followed the couple to an empty table.

The three of them had managed to find an empty table in a relatively quiet spot where the music wasn’t blaring obnoxiously overhead. It also gave them a little privacy. Not that they needed it.

He waited for Samantha to take her seat before he lowered himself into the chair beside her. Yeah, he was pretty sure that shielding himself wasn’t doing much good because he could tell that the incredibly beautiful woman now seated beside him knew just how much she affected him. Both last night and tonight.

And she had.

More than he expected.

A waitress arrived instantly, taking their drink order and scurrying off. The awkward silence had nearly strangled him by the time the woman returned.