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    she lost him because she had jumped him like this, she
    would never forgive herself.
    That thought made her falter in the rhythm. But not as
    much as when Sam grabbed her head with one hand and
    pulled her mouth down to his. He broke the deep probing
    kiss only long enough to say her name. It did not even sound
    crude when he followed it with ‘fuck me’ afterwards.
    Instead, the command made her shiver and want him more.
    His voice melted her to the very core and she felt the
    familiar but nearly long forgotten pleasure begin to build
    within her again. It had been a long time since she had
    ridden a man like this, but lucky for her, it was just like
    riding a bike. She ground her pelvis against the base of him,
    rubbing her clit in hard, slow circles as her breath began to
    catch in her throat.
    “Oh, Sam,” she cried.
    “Oh yeah, baby,” Sam groaned as Donna felt her own
    muscles begin to rhythmically squeeze him within her.
    His growl sent her careening over the edge into a full-
    fledged full-body orgasm that had her crying out, probably
    loud enough to wake the neighbors.
    Sam bucked beneath her and with a shout of his own,
    she felt him pulsing his own release within her.
    She managed to keep from crushing his hurt arm during
    the monumental event, but it had been a struggle. She had
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    been absolutely lost in both the man and the moment, and
    both were incredible.
    Now, she collapsed exhausted against his chest, taking
    care to avoid his wound. “That was…” she couldn’t come up
    with a word that did not sound corny and ridiculous.
    “Amazing,” Sam supplied easily with a smile.
    “Yeah,” Donna agreed.
    “Angel?”
    “Yes.” She loved that he called her that.
    “You can stay as long as you want, and believe me, I
    want you to. All night long and all day tomorrow, too, if you
    can, but right now could you get off me? I drank so much
    coffee before you got here so I wouldn’t fall asleep on you
    again that I really have to pee.”
    Donna could well understand that. She giggled. “Of
    course. Sorry.”
    Sam grinned at her. “You have nothing to be sorry
    about. Believe me. I’ll just be a sec.”
    “Um, will you be okay, with one arm and all?” She felt
    her face grow hot.
    He smiled. “I can handle it. I do think I’ll change out of
    these jeans and into something more comfortable, though. If
    you don’t mind.”
    Sitting there naked on his couch, she really didn’t have
    much to say about him changing his jeans. “That’s fine.”
    With the look of a schoolboy on his face, Sam headed for the
    bathroom.
    Donna grabbed Grace’s shirt and pulled it over her head.
    It covered her pretty well, at least enough so they could eat
    some pizza before the next round. She nearly blushed.
    Round two. That would be fun. Smiling, Donna realized she
    would be very tired at work tomorrow. Or maybe she’d use a
    sick day. More like a sex day, she laughed to herself. She
    and Sam could spend the whole day…
    The ringing of Sam’s phone interrupted that pleasant
    image. It was late, nearly midnight. Who could be calling
    Sam’s apartment this late? “Should I get that?” she called at
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    the closed bathroom door.
    “No, let the machine pick up. It’s probably my nosy
    friend Gary,” came the muffled reply.
    She smiled at that. Even guys had annoying nosy
    friends. That was an interesting revelation. “Okay.”
    On the fifth ring, the machine picked up, Sam’s deep
    voice said simply “leave a message” and the beep sounded
    followed by a female saying, “Sam. Where the hell are you?
    Dammit. Call me as soon as you get this message.”
    Donna swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. He had
    a girlfriend. That had to be it. Who else would call at
    midnight and be angry he wasn’t home? “Stupid, stupid,
    stupid,” Donna chanted softly to herself. No man was as
    good as he seemed, Sam included. So he threw himself in
    front of a bullet