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expression was dark, his voice even
darker. He tipped her chin up with one finger, pinned her with his gaze. “Not.
One. More. Word.”
    Shivery arousal bounced over her skin. The easygoing guy had
a forceful side. She liked that. “Okay.”
    He kissed her again and when he dropped his hand she wanted
to lean into his touch. They ate half the pizza while sitting side by side,
chatting about their jobs, sharing stories about coworkers and bosses. Sam was
back to being the easygoing guy but Meredith could feel the dark undercurrents
of desire running between them. His eyes often swept over her with a burning
gaze that made her squirm.
    “So I hear you’re looking forward to sex tonight,” he said.
    She laughed. She couldn’t help it. “I am. I hope I haven’t
misread all the cues.”
    Sam wiped his hands on the napkin and tossed it onto his
empty plate. Without another word, he reached over, grabbed her ankles and
turned her sideways. Then he tugged her legs toward him, until her feet were
resting in his lap.
    “I can’t believe you’re still wearing these heels,” he said.
He slipped one, then the other off her feet. She moaned with pleasure.
    “I guess my mind was on other things,” she replied with a
smile. “I was starving, you know.” Sam chuckled and began to rub her feet. She
moaned again. “You sure know how to use your hands.”
    “Oh, sweetheart, don’t you doubt it.”
    Sweetheart? She shouldn’t like to hear him call her that.
The memory would be even more bittersweet when he made his excuses and she
still had to see him at work, knowing he’d seen her naked, knowing he’d had sex
with her, knowing he’d called her sweetheart.
    She wouldn’t worry about it now. She couldn’t imagine
anything changing her mind at this moment, even if he admitted to her that he
was only interested in a one-night stand. She’d take it. She’d take him for one
night.
    Sam’s hands began to travel up her legs. He tugged her
closer until she was almost sitting in his lap. She braced herself with her
hands on the floor behind her. Her dress was bunched up around her hips. Her
ass was up against his hard thigh, her knees bent now across his legs. His
hands stroked her thighs, running up and down from knees to groin and back
again. Her thighs dropped open, giving him better access to her center.
    “Ah, Meredith,” he murmured. He leaned over and rubbed his
thumbs over the silky center of her panties. “You’re so wet. So soft.” She
squirmed to give him even more room and he pressed harder. She leaned back
against her hands, shamelessly rocking her hips as his thumbs made large
circles against her pussy.
    She realized she was panting, her mouth quickly becoming
dry. She swallowed as she studied him. His attention was focused between her
legs, so she could take advantage of the time to look at him. She devoured his
handsome face, the straight nose, the half-lidded eyes, the rough and darkened jaw.
    Then she looked down and saw his tight, muscled arms between
her fleshy, jiggly thighs. A blatant reminder that he had a nearly perfect body
and hers was nowhere close to that.
    Meredith cleared her throat and pulled slowly away. She rose
onto her knees and straddled his lap, making sure her dress was pulled down
over her thighs.
    He looked as if he were trying not to frown, waiting to see
what she was up to. She smiled as best she could and began to unbutton his
shirt. “I want to see more of you.”
    He let her strip the shirt from his body and she swallowed
again as she ran her hands over his hot chest. Dark hair tickled her palms. She
slid up his lap so she could wrap her arms around him and drag her fingers down
his back.
    Sam grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against him until
she felt his hard cock behind his fly. Her hips rocked instinctively as she
rode the thick length of his erection. Her nails dug into his back and she
dropped her head back.
    “This. This is where I’ve wanted to be,” Sam said,