Samuel was oblivious to my discomfort, scooping me up in his arms."Don't move, my dear. I'll get you to bed."His scent, thick with hormones, filled my senses. Blushing, I inhaled deeply. The room still held the lingering aroma of our passion.Then I remembered the mess on the bed. By the time Samuel carried me inside, it was too late; the soaked sheets were undeniable.He smirked, "My dear, it seems your husband isn't quite meeting your needs."My face burned. I frantically pulled the covers over the stain, stammering,"No, it's not like that."Samuel chuckled, a smoldering intensity in his eyes, a smile both alluring and unsettling. Shame and embarrassment washed over me; I wanted him gone.But Samuel said,"Let me apply some ointment, or your ankle will be stiff for days."I looked at my swollen, throbbing ankle, and agreed."It's in the bedside table drawer."Samuel retrieved the ointment, his movements showcasing his powerful physique, making me blush again.That sa
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