...surprisingly calm. "Why would you do something like this? Haven't I always at least tried to be nice to you?"
"Stuff it, Benson. I've got bigger fish to fry."
Sam strode over to the door, about to saunter out as if nothing had ever happened.
Freddie was at the door in a heartbeat. "Answer me, or no one's leaving this room."
Sam just scoffed and pushed past him to the elevator.
All of a sudden, she found herself pinned to the wall, Freddie's eyes locked on hers.
"Fine then. I guess I'll just have to punish you." He smirked softly.
"Punish me? How could a nub like you possibly – ?"
Freddie captured her lips in a passionate kiss, squeezing her breasts and thrusting his knee between her legs. She moaned loudly, against her will. He softly placed kisses along her jaw line, leaving her breathless as she began to melt to his whim.
Sam's heart fluttered as he began trailing kisses down her neck, making sure to suck lightly at her pulse and collarbone, pausing only to rip off her shirt and throw it in the corner. She never cared much for that shirt anyway.
The bulge in his pants was rubbing against the inside of her thigh. It drove her insane.
He unhooked her bra, and her voice raised an octave as he kissed and licked at her breasts, giving special ...