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played a mean game of pool. She dressed nicely but without all the excess frills that a lot of women used. She was naturally pretty and down to earth, a woman who could hold her own in a room full of guys without relinquishing an ounce of her femininity.
    Pamela Spencer was quite something, really.
    “Steve? Are you okay?”
    Steve shook his head, as though the act would settle his reeling thoughts into a suitable arrangement. It didn’t. “I like the way you’re stroking my cock,” he growled. “What else is there to understand?”
    A lot of things, apparently. Things he didn’t want to expend energy trying to analyze while Pam had her hands on him.
    Pam’s lips curved, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I suppose you’re right. This is a bit new to me, that’s all.”
    “To you and me both, sweetheart.”
    This time when she smiled, her nose and the corners of her eyes crinkled. “Are you serious?”
    “Deadly. I don’t usually share.”
    I don’t want to share now , came the thought, which nagged at Steve as he dipped his head, suddenly ravenous for the taste of Pam’s lips. Before he could even take a sample, the door nudged open wider and Rob’s shadow cut out the light.
    With a gasp, Pam turned her head towards Rob so Steve’s lips brushed her ear. Her hair smelled amazing, like freshly picked peaches. Steve buried his nose in it and inhaled, the aroma of her intoxicating him, making his disappointment at having missed out on a kiss more acute. Gripped by a fierce need he didn’t deny or question, Steve speared his hand through Pam’s silky hair and turned her face towards his again.
    If her hair smelled like peaches, her lips tasted like the sweetest peach nectar, mixed with a potent shot of rum. She opened to him and let him drink from her mouth. She arched and pressed her breasts to his chest. Steve felt twin sharp points brush his pecs even through the clothes they wore and knew he’d been right outside. Her nipples were hard, had probably been hard ever since Rob had kissed her while they’d been waiting for Griff to arrive.
    The thought sent Steve’s libido into overdrive. As he deepened the kiss, began to lose himself in the mind-blowing heat of it, he let his hands drift upward until they cupped the soft underside of Pam’s breasts. She whimpered into his mouth, pushing her flesh into his hands. Steve took that as permission to cup her fully in his palms.
    “God, that’s so hot.”
    Rob’s comment registered somewhere in Steve’s mind, as did the soft click of the door as it closed. It wasn’t enough to stop him from kissing Pam, kissing her, devouring her and caressing her until he ran out of breath. Only then did he pull back, feeling punch drunk and confused and so horny it was debilitating to his mental function.
    What the hell had that been? A kiss or a firestorm?
    Steve opened his eyes and stared, only to find the room had grown too dark to allow him a clear view of Pam’s face. He saw her shadow, heard the rough drag of her breathing as she heaved oxygen in and out, just as he did. Was that kiss as brain-melting for her as it had been for him?
    “Why…why is it so dark?” she asked, sounding as disoriented as Steve felt.
    “Blackout blinds,” Rob explained. “They help when you have to sleep during the day. This must be Corey’s room.”
    They all knew the big room at the back of the house was Griff’s. But now they were at the front of the house, far enough away from the party that they could have a little privacy.
    As though understanding that implication, Pam said, “I didn’t actually mean for this to happen…not here, not right away.”
    She might not have meant it, but now that Steve had kissed her, he didn’t think he’d be able to stop at that. He was so hard there was no way he’d be able to operate a motor vehicle. He’d be arrested for driving under the influence of Pam, a concoction more potent than any cocktail.
    “We don’t have to