1: Part I

Book 5: Three is the magic number

*Annabelle*

"Oh God". His voice is strained as he finds his second release for the evening, slumping down beside me on the bed. I turn on my side, running my fingers over his broad chest. The generous cover of dark hair damp from the recent exercise.

I flex my fingers, scraping my nails over his skin, watching the muscles contract and I hear a soft chuckle from him. "Seriously Belle ? Are you telling me you haven't had enough ?"

I bite my lip, not really knowing what to say. I really like Sam, and the sex is good, actually it is great. It is just like I can't get enough and I know I have been exhausting the poor man for these past five weeks we have been dating. "It's just that you are so damn sexy. I just can't get enough of you".

"A man could start to doubt his own skills". He lifts himself up on one elbow, watching me with one of those small smirks. "If it wasn't for you being such a vocal woman and well a truly bad actress".

I slap him on th