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on the lace holding her breasts. “You’re beautiful,” he groaned and his mouth closed over her left breast through the fabric of her bra.

“Stop, please, I can’t take anymore,” she cried out but her hands pulled him closer and her back arched even further to give him greater access.

“I know, we should stop,” he said but her hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, quickly unbuttoning the small buttons, then ripping the fabric away. “No!” she cried out when her fingers reached the cotton of his tee-shirt underneath.

“Here,” he said and pulled both shirts out of the waistband of his pants. Marabeth needed no further prompting. Her hands slid the shirt off his shoulders and the tee-shirt over his head. When she finally had his chest free of the clothing, her eyes drank in the magnificent view of his muscular chest. There was only a small amount of hair to mar its perfection. Her hands ran the length of one muscle that disappeared into his pants. Marabeth had never been this bold before, but for some reason, Sam wasn’t the same. She didn’t want to be shy with him. She couldn’t.

“Don’t stop,” he groaned when she lifted her hand from his chest. “Please don’t stop,” he said and pulled her hands back onto his chest, then put his hand behind her head again to pull her lips to his.

Marabeth continued to allow her fingers to explore his chest while his lips moved across hers over and over again, his tongue moving in and out in the mating ritual. “I want you, Marabeth,” he said and his hand undid the clasp on her bra, freeing her breasts.

The cool air on her breasts gave her a moment of clear thinking and she was about to ask him to stop, fearful of the desire that was blurring her vision and muddling her mind. But then his hot mouth closed over her nipple and she could no longer speak. He sucked and licked, then bit gently and Marabeth could only wrap her arms around his head, holding him in place in an unspoken plea to continue his ministrations.

The phone rang which was the equivalent of dumping a bucket of ice water over Marabeth’s head. “Oh my goodness,” she gasped, leaning back and looking at Sam in astonishment. When he touched her again, she cringed, “No. Please, no more,” she said and quickly moved off his lap.

She bent down and grabbed her sweatshirt, covering herself before answering the phone. “Hello?” she asked.

The person at the other end of the line quickly relayed the message from her mother and Marabeth nodded. “That’s fine. Thank you,” she said and put the phone back in it’s cradle.

“Who was that?” Sam asked, directly behind her. She turned and was grateful to see that he’d put his tee-shirt and dress shirt back on and was buttoning it up before tucking it back into his waistband.

“It was my mother’s assistant letting me know that my mother will be attending the luncheon tomorrow.”

Sam nodded and waited while she turned her back and slipped her sweatshirt back on. “Don’t you need this?” he asked, and her face flamed red when she saw her black lace bra dangling from his large, masculine fingertips. She grabbed it and stuffed it into the pocket of her jeans.

“Thank you,” she whispered and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Marabeth, will you please have dinner with me tomorrow night? We need to talk, work through a few details.”

“No. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Sam sighed and pulled her into his arms. “Are we back to that again?”

She leaned her head against his chest, wishing she had the strength to pull out of his arms. But he just felt too good. Just a moment, she told herself. She wanted to savor the feeling for just one moment longer. “Yes,” she sighed. “I really don’t want to go through with this wedding. I don’t want to be married to you.”

“I know.” Sam stepped back and smiled down at her. “I’d be honored if you would just meet me for dinner tomorrow night so we can discuss the issue. Will that be okay?” he asked.

“Sam, please…” but he put a finger over her mouth.

“I asked.”

Marabeth laughed. “Just because you asked means I’m not allowed to say no?”

“Exactly,” he said and smiled charmingly.

“Well, I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

“If I promise to not touch you, will that work?” “Will you?”

“No, but I could try.”

Marabeth couldn’t help but laugh