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me hot and going every time. So I suppose in that sense it’s the best. There’s something about being backed into a wall that drives me crazy.”
    She paused for a second, gauging the reaction this caused in Samuel. A fire sparked in his deep blue eyes, hot and molten. She noticed his breaths were coming slightly faster, and every inch of his attention was firmly focused on her. Taking confidence in his obvious attention, she continued.
    “One of the first sexual encounters I had was in a shower. We were rather inexperienced still, so it was more a farce than a heated sexual odyssey. But being gently backed up against the wall, with the water streaming down around us, even though we fumbled and groped, and the tiles were uncomfortably cold…it still gets me hot every time I think about it. I suppose it’s got something to do with the fact that up against the wall has the naughty factor of a quickie, along with that ‘woman under submission’ thing without actually getting involved in all the bondage games.”
    She shrugged, blushing slightly. Samuel was still staring intently at her, soaking up every word and nuance. It made her feel a bit odd, being under his undivided attention. Determined to turn the spotlight from herself, and feeling as if she had certainly answered her part of the question fully, she waved her hand at him.
    “Well, go on. Pick a card.”
    Samuel opened his mouth, but she glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest. She hadn’t exactly meant to give quite so much detail to him. But now that she had, she refused to enter into more conversation about it. With luck, the next card would be a little less personal.
    Who was she kidding? The voice inside her head silently mocked . The game is designed to create intimacy ,she reminded herself. Remember your own mocking of enforced intimacy bringing up situations like this?
    Chloe ignored her own doubts, and smiled brightly at Samuel, causing his eyes to narrow slightly. For a moment, she could swear he could hear the almost panicked fighting going on in her brain.
    With a very small smile on his face, he leaned forward and picked up a blue- rimmed card at random. For a moment, he simply stared at it. Chloe stared at the black backing, wishing desperately that she too could read the card. She wasn’t the most patient person on earth, and the excited suspense was driving her insane as the seconds ticked by.
    After what was probably only a minute or so, but felt like a small eternity, Samuel huskily said, “What’s you favorite time of day to do it ?”
    Chloe took a breath, unaware until then she had been holding it. Her favorite time? Did women have favorite times?
    Thinking about it, Chloe realized she didn’t really have one at all. For the right man under the right circumstances any time was her favorite time. She didn’t, however, want to come across as a sex-craving maniac.
    “Uh…well…assuming we’re talking about someone I’m sexually interested in, first thing in the morning is always nice. It sort of starts the day off right, you know?” At Samuel’s raised eyebrow, she continued. “And last thing at night is always nice. Relaxes you into a nice sleep with interesting dreams. Nothing wrong with having some nookie to complete a girl’s day.”
    “Let me guess. You’re also not opposed to a nooner now and then, or maybe middle of the afternoon perhaps?”
    Chloe tried hard not to blush. “And how about you, Mr. Stud Muffin? Or maybe we should say when isn’ t your favorite time?”
    Samuel’s grin was slightly feral in its intensity. “Damn straight. With the right woman, any time is my favorite. There’s nothing in that to be ashamed of. That’s how you really feel, isn’t it, little girl?”
    Chloe nodded curtly, not knowing why it felt weird to admit it. She kept her eyes away from Samuel and reached forward to pick up her glass of wine.
    “I guess so. I suppose I’d never really thought about it. With the right