“Even Superwoman needs a break every now and then, and you hardly ever take one.”
“We just caught a new case that could get complicated with the victim being from Spokane.”
“They’re all tricky. Your capable team can handle it. Punch out, babe. Take a breather, and P.S., what’re you doing?”
“Huh?”
“With the hand?”
Sam snapped out of the relaxed state she’d slipped into to realize her hand was now covering his hard cock. “Whoops. Did I do that?”
“No, it was Millie the housekeeper.”
“I knew you had a thing for her.”
“She’s eighty and insists on still coming to work at the White House.”
“God bless her.”
“Um, about the hand and the thing you built with it…”
She gave him a squeeze that made him groan. “Is this the thing you’re referring to?”
“Yeah,” he said, sounding a bit strangled. “That’s the one.”
“Are there others?”
“Not in this bed if you know what’s good for you.”
Sam started to laugh and couldn’t stop.
“It’s not funny! I was minding my own business, and you started doing…”
She stroked him from root to tip over the tight confines of his boxer briefs.
“…that, and now…”
“Now what?”
“You’d better think about finishing what you started.”
She kept her hand on him but stopped moving it.
“What’re you doing?”
“Thinking about whether I want to finish what I started, as directed.”
“Samantha…”
“Yes?”
His deep sigh said it all.
She decided to take mercy on him by continuing to stroke him. “You know what?”
“What?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“I love that I’m the only one in the whole world who knows you this way. I know what makes you groan…” She gave him a tight squeeze. “And I know what makes you twitch.” She cupped his balls, and sure enough, his whole body reacted. “I know what makes you sigh…”
