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he shook them out in front of him.
    “Sam?” she asked, reaching for him, because whatever he was in the middle of—and it was definitely something—she was in it with him.
    Her fingers met his arm and his eyes closed. Then, letting out a coarse laugh the likes of which she’d never heard from him before, he turned to her, hard eyes running over her face, before he swore again. And then, faster than she could see it coming, he had her by the shoulders and pulled her across his lap.
    “What do you say, Ave,” he asked, searching her eyes. “Feel like making a really bad decision with me?”

Chapter 5
    The bad decision-making—a.k.a. best idea ever—was a go. At least Ava was pretty sure that was the message conveyed when she’d grabbed Sam’s tie and pulled him into a kiss that had gotten them halfway home before the driver she kept forgetting was there cleared his throat. Loudly.
    At which point Ava and Sam had come up for air, straightened in their seats, and gone about out of their flipping minds counting down the blocks until they made it home.
    Ten blocks to go and Sam’s fingers were playing at the hem of her skirt. Inching it incrementally higher, he let his reach extend until he was grazing the inner flesh of her thighs, and she was half panting, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
    Five blocks, and his lips were back at her ear, his breath coming warm and humid against the whorl, as he whispered the coming tragic fate of her panties. A worthwhile sacrifice if ever there was one.
    Two blocks, and the
bold
so much a part of her makeup returned, urging her palm up the heavy muscle of Sam’s thigh, working higher and higher toward her goal, until her wrist was caught in his iron grip, her progress stayed.
    Sam met her eyes.
    “When this cab stops, you’d better get inside that apartment before I get my hands on you, because I’m about tapped on restraint, Ave.”
    And the fact that Sam considered his actions for the night restrained—
hawt.
    One block, and the demon in her demanded she climb over Sam so she was seated curbside and ready to dash.
    Half a block, and Sam was groaning behind her, his hands at either side of her ass as she shimmied over her very own Shangri-La. And
holy-moly,
it was all she could do to keep going, because the feel of that stiff length pressed against her ass—it was playing crazy tricks on her mind. Skewing the few remaining bits of her judgment. Making her think, when weighed against the benefits of finally getting Sam inside of her, consequences like getting thrown in the slammer for public lewdness just didn’t seem that harsh.
    Fortunately, before her mind wasted completely away, the cab pulled to a stop in front of the graystone they’d been calling home since her brother bought the building six years ago. Sam was all but throwing the bills at their driver as Ava bolted for the front door. She had the keys out and the door half open before Sam was on her. His hands snaking around her from both sides, his body pressing in from the back as he laughed, lifting her off her feet to carry her inside.
    And thank God for that, because contrary to what her behavior that evening suggested, public displays weren’t really her thing. And the idea of her brother or friends coming home to the sight of Sam drilling her out on the stoop—well, by the time tomorrow rolled around, she’d probably care a little more than she did right then.
    They’d barely made it a step inside the building before Sam had her spun around and backed against the security door, his mouth crashing down on hers with the kind of greedy hunger that surpassed her every fantasy. Because this was real. This was
Sam
gathering the fabric of her skirt, rocking between her legs, and for one precious night, wanting
her
almost as badly as she wanted
him.
    Another hard kiss and deep, plundering thrust of his tongue and Ava was moaning, scrambling for the sides of her dress and whipping it