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beneath his touch. Last night hadn’t even begun to be enough. He gathered her up tightly in his arms. Then he reached for her ponytail and jerked out the tie holding it. Her thick hair cascaded down in cool silken waves and he secured his hand in it, anchoring her where he wanted her.
    He swiped his tongue along her lower lip before sliding it into her mouth. Her taste swarmed him, sweet yet not overly so. And there was a hint of cinnamon and sugar. Raw sugar.
    Her tongue rubbed his, breaking his control. A rumble left his chest and he plunged in. Her answering moan spurred him on. He delved deep, licking the sides and roof of her mouth. Wanting more. Needing more. She made his blood sing as she met him thrust for thrust. Stroke for stroke.
    She held him tighter and hoisted a leg, wrapping it around him. She ground against his rock-hard erection. He lowered the hand at her waist to her ass and squeezed as he rubbed his length along her core in response.
    One thing was on his mind, to be buried balls-deep inside her—as soon as humanly possible. Having her wet slit around him. And spill his release so far into her, she would never forget what it was like to be with him.
    She whimpered and pressed harder into him. Lifting her with one arm, he nearly growled at the feel of her legs locking about his waist. She never stopped kissing him. He carried her until a wall rested at her back, then ended the kiss and stared at her. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted as she emitted sharp breaths. Holding her gaze, he manoeuvred one hand down the front of her shorts to find her panties.
    “Wet.” His single word sounded gravelly.
    Her eyes were almost glazed over as he stroked her through the damp material.
    “Sam,” she said on a breathy sigh, undulating against his touch.
    He needed to get her naked. He needed to sink inside her so completely she cried his name. Dipping his fingers beneath the elastic band, he ran two of them over wet lips and drove them deep inside her heated walls.
    Tight, she was so damn tight. Her head thumped back on the wall, plump bottom lip caught in straight white teeth as a hiss left her.
    “Sam.”
    He pumped his wrist, sending his fingers in and out. Her pussy held him so snugly he nearly came just imagining it around his cock. He brushed her clit and she came apart, gasping his name until he silenced her with his mouth. With his tongue, he matched the pace of his fingers and she orgasmed around them.
    “Inside…me…you…” she demanded once she’d caught her breath.
    Nothing sounded better. He withdrew his cream-covered digits and brought them to his mouth to clean them. She tasted like spices. His cock pulsed, echoing his impatience.
    “Yes,” he said, shifting to put her on the floor in order to remove her tight shorts and for him to free his straining erection.
    “Roxi?” Laila’s call shattered the moment, breaking the spell around them as effectively as taking a baseball bat to a window. “Sam? Anyone here?”
    They froze and Roxi moved away from him in the space of a heartbeat. He could see the regret and frustration in her gaze before she spun and left him alone with a dick hard enough to break rocks and the heady scent of her on his fingers . Oh yeah, and a shitload of sexual frustration.
    By the time the women came into view he’d managed to rein in his lust. He’d picked up the mop and stood on the newly cleaned floor, drying off washed hands.
    “Hi, Laila.”
    “Hey, Sam. I came to see if you wanted to come to the hospital with me?”
    He flicked his gaze between them. “Yes. Of course.” Laila, still in her work clothes and Roxi, well, he wanted her out of everything. Naked. Writhing beneath him. On top of him worked, too.
    “Coming, Roxi?” Laila asked.
    “Not yet.” Roxi held his gaze. “I’ll swing by later. I have some things to finish first.”
    “Okay. Come on, Sam.”
    He went, pausing by Roxi. Gone was any trace of passion and he wanted it back on her