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wall. His hand burrowed underneath her top, making her gasp in heated delight. As he caressed the side of her breast, her leg lifted to curl around his thigh.
    Trey groaned, cupping her bottom with his other hand and flexing his hips against hers.
    She was panting now. Little moaning sounds escaped her throat, while wetness pooled between her legs.
    Trey's mouth left hers for her neck as his kisses got more urgent, more insistent. She reached for the hem of his shirt, eager to divest him of it. Trey stopped kissing her only long enough to pull his shirt over his head, then went back for her mouth, as he eagerly reached for the clasp of her bra.
    Her hand roamed his body, eager to touch. Lord, he was seriously hot. She explored further down and rubbed the bulge at the front of his jeans. Fresh moisture rushed to her core as she felt his size and hardness. Oh, God, he was magnificent.
    "Oh, yes, baby," Trey panted as his hand busily caressed a breast.
    She was mindless with desire as Trey took off her shirt and her bra, exposing her needy breasts to his gaze.
    "You're beautiful," he whispered.
    When his finger flicked a hardened nipple, she gave a lusty moan.
    Then her phone rang loudly.
    A curse popped into her head and she ignored the intrusion. Since Trey now had both his hands on her boobs, playing with her nipples while he kissed her, she had no intention of stopping him for a phone call.
    But the ringing continued, and she remembered that Sam said she'd call when she was on her way home. Sam's on her way home already?
    "I have to get that," she said reluctantly, pushing him away gently.
    "Do you have to?" Trey asked, re-capturing her mouth and unwilling to let her go.
    "Yes," she replied breathlessly. "That could be Sam saying she's on her way home."
    "Okay. Maybe ask her to go buy some groceries or something—keep her away for a while," Trey said, releasing her reluctantly.
    She giggled and ran for the phone.
    "Hi, Sam," she answered.
    "Hey, just letting you know I'll be home in a couple of minutes. I have Jill with me," Sam replied.
    "So soon?" she asked, unable to mask the disappointment in her voice.
    Sam chuckled. "Are we interrupting your workout? Jill wants to talk to you about something. Trust me, you'll want to be interrupted by what she has to share."
    I very much doubt it, she thought with an eye roll. She felt Trey's hand stroke her bare back and panic bubbled within her. They were half-naked in the living room, and Sam and her friend Jill were only minutes away.
    "Okay, see you soon. I'll probably be in the shower when you get here," she said to Sam, and hastily hung up.
    "Sorry, Trey. Sam and a friend of hers will be here in two minutes." She put her bra back on and donned her shirt quickly.
    "That's a shame," Trey responded in disappointment, but his expression was amused as he watched her hurried movements.
    She picked up his shirt from the floor and handed it to him. "I need to run upstairs and have a quick shower after I see you off. Unless you want to stay and say hello to Sam and her friend?"
    "No, I better go." He took his shirt from her, but not before giving her a hungry kiss that left her yearning for more.
    "I have work and other stuff tomorrow. Can I see you again on Wednesday night?" he asked.
    She could only nod in agreement, frustrated and giddy at the same time.
    "I'll pick you up at around six? We can have an early dinner, then have our lessons, then…"
    "Then what?" she asked impishly.
    "Then we'll continue with what we started tonight," he said huskily, giving her another kiss as his hand strayed to her crotch.
    "Trey!" she gasped, her body heating up again. She knew he could feel how soaked her panties and tights were.
    "It's not fair you got to touch me and I didn't get to touch you," he whispered as his fingers rubbed tantalisingly.  
    "We don't have time," she said weakly, but not really wanting him to stop.
    Trey took a deep frustrated breath and stepped back. He gave her a wry