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are for gauging new associates’ openness to sharing their needs and desires. The partners want to be sure about the loyalty of the people they allow into the firm. I wouldn’t want to interfere with that in any way.”
    “There are other sessions, you know. When the partners come up and we’re just ‘sharing.’ I’m sure they would welcome you with open arms. I know you’ve done bonding with different people. I’m surprised we’ve never been included in the same session.”
    Just the thought of participating in a ménage with Sam and one of the others caused heat to swirl inside her. “I would love it,” she said, scraping her nails lightly over the skin of his chest.
    “But is that the only way you are attracted to me?” he asked.
    “Definitely not. Sam, in my dreams, it’s just you and me. Sort of like it’s been lately. We’ve almost been like a couple. The only thing missing is the closeness of feeling you inside me, becoming a part of me.” She leaned in and brushed a wisp of a kiss across his lips then gazed into his eyes again. “I want you—one-on-one, Sam.”
    “We can fix that, too,” he replied, his eyes taking on a smoky look. “There’s nothing wrong with taking care of it right now.”

Chapter Four
     
    Missy’s heart thudded loudly in her ears. What was he proposing? From the look in his eyes, he was smoking inside and she wanted some of that fire inside her.
    She leaned into him. His hands moved from her waist around her back to cup the roundness of her ass in his palms. Missy slid her hands up his chest, to the back of his neck. She brushed the palm of her right hand over the short-cropped hair at the nape of his neck. It was soft, tickling her skin.
    “I want this to be slow,” he said, his gaze locked on hers. “We’ve never really had the chance to enjoy each other.”
    Missy drew in his breath through her parted lips, bringing the small, warm essence of him into her being. “I want to know every inch of you,” she said, then tentatively ran her tongue slowly over his bottom lips. “Breathe into me,” she requested, leaning her forehead against his and forming her lips into an O.
    She heard him suck in a sharp breath, his hands squeezing her ass through her shorts. Then his breath washed over her lips as he blew into her waiting mouth. She sucked him in, deep into her lungs, her chest expanding to accommodate as much of his essence as possible. When it felt as if her chest was going to explode, Missy released their mingled breaths, only to have him capture her mouth beneath his.
    Missy moaned, threading her tongue into his hungry mouth between his lips. She felt his mouth curve up in a smile, then he thrust his tongue against hers, dueling.
    Heavy breaths became groans. Hands slid over curves and muscle. Their teeth bumped against each other harshly, but it only added fuel to the building fire.
    Missy’s nipples were so tight it was painful, and her panties were wet with the juices of her growing need for him. “Sam,” she said, almost breathless. “Please.”
    “Shh.” He brushed a strand of hair back from her forehead. “Slow. We’ve got all night. And more.”
    Missy sucked in a breath and took a step back. He was right. What was her hurry? This was something to savor, this time alone with only her and Sam. She took one more step back, straightened her spine, and tilted her chin up.
    Sam smiled at her. “What are you up to?”
    Her body still tingling from their brief encounter, Missy locked eyes with him. Taking the bottom edge of her sports bra in her hands, in one slow, smooth movement, she lifted it up over her head. Her full breasts, the nipples hard little pebbles, sprang free. Missy tossed the bra aside, noticing how quickly Sam’s eyes dropped to gaze at her chest.
    She saw his Adam’s apple move up, then down his neck when he swallowed hard. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his gaze meeting hers again.
    It was Missy’s turn to swallow hard.