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you.”

“Sam, does your ego ever get so big it won’t fit through a door?” she asked and dropped her sandwich down onto her plate.

“Never,” he laughed and picked up her plate. “Come on. We’re not having this discussion in front of others,” he said.

Marabeth wanted to stomp her feet. “Why are we having this discussion at all?” she demanded.

“Come on, princess,” he said and walked out of the kitchen.

She wouldn’t follow him, she told herself. She would rather starve than eat with him. In fact, her appetite was now gone so he could just go wherever he wanted with her meal and have a wonderful time.

A few minutes later, she realized that he wasn’t waiting for her. He’d just disappeared. Marabeth felt slightly disappointed that he hadn’t at least made sure that she was following him but ignored that feeling.

She made her way towards her rooms, intending to hide away from him. Not that he wouldn’t just invade that area as well.

Walking into her rooms, she stopped short as soon as she saw him sitting on her sofa, a sandwich in one hand and a magazine in another. When she walked in, he raised one eyebrow in her direction. “Feel better?”

“No. Please leave,” she said.

“We’re back to you trying to ignore your feelings. Why don’t you eat your dinner, then we’ll talk.”

Marabeth took her sandwich and ate it, intending to go into her bedroom once she was done eating and ignore him completely.

She ate in silence, not even looking at him which didn’t matter to him since he continued to read her magazine. Once she was done, she dusted off her hands and stood up. “Good night, Sam.”

Sam laughed and grabbed her hand as she passed by the sofa he was sitting on. “Oh, no you don’t. Come back and talk to me. I’ll follow you in there. Don’t challenge me on that front.”

Marabeth tried to pull her hand away but his grip was firm but gentle. “Sam, leave me alone. We don’t have anything to say to each other,” she said, wishing she could scream it to him.

“No talking is fine with me,” he said and pulled her down onto his lap. “I didn’t really want to talk anyway. Not with you in these jeans anyway,” he said a moment before his mouth descended to hers. This kiss was not gentle like last night’s. It was hard and passionate and wouldn’t allow her to be anything other than a participant. His lips caressed hers, nibbling, soothing, back and forth until she opened her mouth. Once she opened, his tongue moved inside, mating with hers and creating sensations Marabeth couldn’t control. She gripped his shoulders and held on tightly, her mind blank and her body reacting to the feelings.

His hands were on her waist but once her tongue moved inside his mouth, imitating his movements, his hands gripped her waist, turning her more fully towards him. When she was where he wanted her, his hands moved down, gripping her hips, then back up slowly, sliding underneath her sweatshirt.

Marabeth gasped when she felt his hands on her bare skin. Her mouth moved away slightly and her eyes looked up into his, wondering if he was feeling the same thing she was. His eyes were intense and hooded. When his hand moved up an inch higher, she almost moaned at the heat ripping through her.

One of Sam’s hands moved out from underneath her sweatshirt and pulled her head towards his again, and the dual sensations of his hands and his mouth blurred the argument she had been having with him earlier. All that mattered was feeling more of these sensations.

She moved her hands from his shoulders to his neck, touching the only skin she could find on him. He had removed his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his dress shirt but other than that, he was still dressed as he was for his work day.

His hand moved slowly higher until his thumb rested just below her breast and Marabeth held her breath, waiting, desperately hoping it would move higher, needing his thumb to touch her breast.

When his hand finally moved higher, Marabeth inhaled sharply then arched her body against his. His hand massaged her breast, then his thumb flicked the already hard nipple.

Marabeth didn’t think she could take much more of the torture. Her hands gripped his hair as her body melted in his hands. A moment later, her sweatshirt was pulled over her head and his eyes were feasting