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bra, panties and thigh high stockings.

“You’re bra. Take it off,” he said.

She reached behind her and unclasped the lace nothing, tossing it over her skirt. “Now what?” she said, feeling the heat between her legs. She wanted him so intensely but she held back, knowing that he would probably think she was wanton if she did everything she wanted to do to him.

“Take off your underwear.”

She reached for her underwear and almost pulled her stockings down as well. “No, leave the stockings on,” he said.

When she slipped the underwear off and stood in front of him naked except for her stockings and shoes, she was so ready for him she wanted to reach out for him. But something held her back.

Sam was having none of that. He tossed his slacks and underwear over their stack of clothes, then came forward, taking her in his arms and lifting her against him. “Sam!” she called out, feeling as if she would explode.

“Touch me,” he said, and she reached out for him, running her hands over his shoulders, her mouth finding his and her hands holding his head.

“Please,” she said, moving against him frantically. “I want…”

“What do you want?” he asked, laying her down on the bed. “Ignore the princess and show me the woman,” he said, leaning down over her, taking her nipple in his mouth.

“I can’t,” she said, arching her back, her nails running down his back.

“Yes you can. Let go of all your formality and show me the real Marabeth,” he said, taking her hand and wrapping her fingers around his shaft. “Show me, Marabeth.”

Marabeth needed no further prompting. She went wild, her fingers wrapping around him, pulling him closer and showing him that she wanted him inside her immediately. “Now, Sam,” she said urgently, biting his ear and leaning up against him, guiding him into her. “Now!” she demanded.

Sam gave her what she wanted, moving quickly and smoothly, watching her face as he did so. He moved inside her until she was almost over the edge, then stopped.

“What!” Marabeth demanded. “Why?” she asked, whimpering and moving her hips.

“Tell me!”

“Please,” she begged.

Sam couldn’t hold back any longer. He slid back into her warmth, moving to give her the greatest pleasure. And when she fell over into her climax, he followed shortly after her.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. He pulled her into his arms and cradled her, then promptly fell asleep.

Two days later, Sam called her office. “Meet me in the garage in ten minutes. Wear jeans and sturdy boots if you have them, tennis shoes if you don’t.”

“Why?” she asked, still embarrassed about their lovemaking two days ago. She hadn’t seen much of him recently except during dinner since he’d had meetings back to back since returning. But over the table while discussing something with her father or another guest, he would look at her. And she knew. He was thinking about their afternoon. With just that one look, he could reduce her to a mass of quivering need while her face flamed back to its red color. When she looked back up, she saw him smiling. One time, he had the audacity to wink at her.

She wasn’t sure what she would have done if they’d been alone. Her two options were to either punch him and walk away in a huff of dignity and embarrassment, or to demand a repeat performance. Both options had benefits.

She put the phone down into its cradle and looked at her desk. There were piles of letters she should answer and reports to review. But she picked up her bag and shoved it all inside.

Walking out, she called to Stacy, “I’m going to be with Sam for a while. Take the afternoon off,” she said and hurried to her apartment to change.

Stacy’s face glanced up from her computer. She raised her finger in an effort to get Marabeth’s attention. “But Your Highness, someone is trying to buy that property,” she called out to Marabeth’s retreating back.

“I’ll look at it tomorrow,” Marabeth called back, not even turning her head. The words registered but their meaning was lost on her. What property? And how could that be more important than the mysterious call from Sam? Obviously Stacy didn’t know who had called, Marabeth smiled.

Fifteen minutes later, she arrived at the garage, breathless. Not because of the rush to get here on time but because of the anticipation of seeing Sam alone.

“You’re late,” he said and escorted her to a waiting black SUV. He was also wearing jeans