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Sidra
                          
Sam smashes his lips on mine. I moan, kissing him back as I run my fingers through his hair. He refuses to waste any time. He wraps his good arm around my waist, rises from the bed then lies me on my back, climbing on top of me. I'm not sure why he's only in his boxers but I'm not complaining. I impulsively reach down and rub his hardening staff. He groans into my mouth. 
                          
"I want you," he breathes, pulling away. "Fuck, I do. But we can't." He kisses my forehead then rolls off me and lies beside me. 
                          
"Is it your arm?" I pout. "Did I-"
                          
"No, baby..." he pecks my lips then, pulling away, he looks at me with intense eyes. For a moment I think he's going to bring up Burkhardt again. But then he whispers, "sleep. It's okay." I nod and curl up next to him, resting my head on his chest.
                          
Maybe tonight wasn't the night to tell him how I really feel, but that doesn't make what I said any less true. It's always Sam. It's always going to be Sam no matter what. 
                          
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"Sidra?" A small voice hisses then I feel the bed shake. "Sam?" As sleep clears from my mind and body, I notice I'm on my back and something is lying on me. Sam. "Sidra. Wake up," the voice continues. I lift my head and open my eyes to see Burkhardt. 
                          
"Oh, hey," I press my head to the bed again. 
                          
"Get up. You guys slept all night. It's morning and everyone's downstairs already eating breakfast."
                          
"Mmm," I hum. Then his words sink in. "Wait, what?"
                          
"Get up," he says more firmly. "And wake him up."
                          
"Yeah. You should go." I wait for him to leave to try to get up. But Sam groans, tightening his arm around me and keeping me in place. I can't roll us over because I might hurt him. "Sam?" I reach behind me and tug at his hair. A moment later, he places a kiss on my back. "Sam?!"
                          
"What?" He groans. 
                          
"Baby, we have to get up." He moves up my body and kisses my cheek. "Excuse you," I smile as I carefully roll on my back. I'm not surprised he can move so easily and stay up with only one arm. 
                          
"Stay with me," he says softly, kissing my jaw. My eyes flutter shut, a small grin curling my lips. I thread my fingers through his soft hair. He parts my legs with his knee then presses himself against me. I gasp at the feel of his morning wood. Oh fuck. He grinds his hips against mine and I moan loudly, throwing my head back. "Let's finish what we started last night," he growls against my skin. "I can make this quick."
                          
I can't ignore the fact that my body craves him, every last drop and ounce of him. "Mmhmm," I hum, then he's yanked away from me. He tugs at my pants and panties, and even with one hand, he does it so smoothly. I sit up and remove my shirt. I'm naked in less than ten seconds. Standing on his knees, he leans down and kisses me. I moan as his tongue forces its way into my mouth and plays with mine. Fuck, I've missed him. I'm already wet and I want him so bad. I start falling back on the bed but he grabs me by my neck, stopping me. That's...new. 
                          
Very slowly, he parts the kiss and stares deeply into my eyes. "Turn around and get on all fours." The deepness of his voice sends a chill down my spine. "I want to fuck you from behind." He loosens his grip on my neck but keeps it there as I turn around. "Fuck," he groans. He tosses my hair to one shoulder then runs his hand down my bare back. I try to control my heavy breathing. Is it hurt from this position? "I'll make this quick," he whispers. A moment later, I feel him against me. I gasp while he moans. 
                          
"Wait," I look back at him. "No condom." 
                          
"I'll pull out."
                          
"Sam," I pout.