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going to survive this night.
    Sam kissed Gillian tenderly. “You’re a very responsive woman, very sensual, very arousing. I love that. And I’d love to spend the whole night with you.”
    Yes. Yes. Gillian tried to gather herself to form a coherent sentence. “Thank you for asking me what I wanted. I…I really liked that, as you can tell.”
    “So, want to show me your bed?” Sam’s grin was positively devilish.
    “Hell, yes.”
    Sam laughed and took her hand away.
    Gillian groaned in protest.
    “Come on. We have to get up so we can lie down again.”
    It took a moment for them to untangle their limbs. Gillian took Sam’s hand and drew her toward the bedroom.
    Sam stopped. “Hang on a second. Would it be okay if I took a quick shower?”
    Gillian nodded. “Sure.” She pointed toward the door leading to the bathroom. “That’s the bathroom. Help yourself. Towels are in the cupboard. And there’s another door that leads directly to the bedroom, where I’ll be waiting for you. Naked.” She smiled. “Unless you don’t want to shower alone?”
    A smile spread over Sam’s face. “Not this time. But hold that thought for later tonight. Now, off you go, warm the bed and wait for me. Won’t take long, all right?”
    Gillian nodded and watched Sam close the bathroom door behind her. The room felt empty and Gillian shuddered.
    She walked into the bedroom and stared at the king-sized bed in front of her. Rubbing her hands over her face, she remembered the very first time she had set foot in this room. How surprised she had been back then about the huge bed, wondering why Derrick needed something like that in an apartment he used for only the odd night he had to work so late that he didn’t want to disturb them at home. How naïve and stupid I’ve been.
    A lot of her questions had been answered as soon as she had opened drawers and found sex toys she hadn’t even known existed. And DVDs that had blown her mind. She had watched him with his sluts—and she had thrown up.
    Running a shaking hand through her hair, Gillian sat down on the bed. What a stupid fool she had been. Setting aside her life for Derrick, supporting his career. “Your little housewife has changed, you bastard.” Her voice sounded as raw as she felt. “And I’m going to be happy.”

    Sam couldn’t believe her eyes when she entered the bathroom. A lot of money had been sunk into this place. A free-standing, oval bathtub stood in the center of the room. It was light grey on the outside and white on the inside, matching the cool, understated, and good taste evident everywhere in the apartment. It could easily accommodate two people, and Sam smirked as possibilities came to mind. Well, a bathroom could become an amazing playground with a little imagination. And Gillian sure did seem open to possibilities. Maybe later.
    Giving in to her curiosity Sam opened the glass and steel bathroom cabinet. Body Lotion, a toothbrush, aftershave… aftershave? Did Gillian invite men as well? Sam scowled and closed the cabinet. Time to shower. She shed her clothes and stepped into the luxurious separate shower enclosure. The teak beneath her feet was smooth and cool, and she noticed with delight that the high-tech showerhead was adaptable. Come to Mama. Within seconds, Sam was enjoying the hot water cascading down her body, imagining that it washed away all memories of a past that had left more than enough scars.
    It was time for good memories. With a grin on her face Sam recalled Gillian’s expression when she had let herself go, the feel of that soft skin beneath Sam’s hands. She imagined flicking her tongue over Gillian’s clit. A rush of arousal hit out of nowhere. Yeah, that’s it. Slowly adjusting the water temperature, Sam guided the pulsating jets over her body, circling her breasts. She growled. The powerful spray caused the most delightful sensations, and Sam would have liked to build up her arousal and savor the moment, but she knew she had