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    Sam pulled back for a single second, his eyes raking down her body before shaking his head with an expression so bewildered it would have been adorable if it weren’t so mercilessly hot before diving back in for more. Their hands were everywhere. Hers, jerking at his tie until she made enough headway to get through to the buttons at his neck. His, wide against the backs of her thighs, kneading the curve of her ass, and then sliding up so he was cupping her from behind as he rocked into her again from the front.
    She was panting, her blood firing hot through her veins, waking every inch of her.
    “So wet,” he ground out above her ear as the length of his fingers pressed against flesh that was swollen and achy for him. “The panties, Ava. They’ve got to go.”
    Right there in the hallway? Against the single door standing between them and the rest of the world?
    Yes.
    “Do it,” she gasped before his mouth descended again, the deep thrust of his tongue making her belly churn with need.
    She felt the quick bite of the lace at her sides, the delicate garment fall away, and then the slick panel between her legs replaced by Sam’s rough workman’s hands. They weren’t gentle. They weren’t soft, and when he used them on her, every single incredible point of contact virtually exploded with sensation.
    She’d dreamed of this.
    Dreamed of what those calloused fingers would feel like against her skin, playing with her breasts, against her tongue. But the reality—it was like some kind of tactile high that was pushing her fast toward that place of release she almost never reached.
    “Sam,” she cried desperately.
    He pushed inside her.
    —
    Holy fuck,
Ava was coming around him.
    One single finger.
    Barely halfway inside her.
    And
Christ,
he wasn’t sure he was going to make it through the end of her shattered cries raining down on him without following her over the edge.
    No way.
Time to man up, asshole.
    This wasn’t his first rodeo and there was no reason on God’s green earth the bite of Ava’s short nails at his neck and her fingers pulling at his hair should send him over the edge.
    For fuck’s sake, he was practically a gold medalist in the Endurance Olympics—or at least he had been up until he felt the hard, rhythmic clenching of Ava’s orgasm breaking just for him.
    He slid his finger in and out, stroking deeper with each pass. Then, taking those soft, desperate sounds with his kiss, he added a second finger, stretching her tight little body around his thrusts as he filled her lush, wet mouth with his tongue.
    Jesus,
his switch had flipped but good. Because this was Ava. And nothing in his admittedly vast and varied past had ever come close to burning him up the way she was.
    How the hell was it even possible they could be like this together and still have managed to make it twenty years without giving in once or twice before?
    A dark corner of his barely functioning rational brain knew.
    Because it was
Ava.
    Because he’d never been willing to risk the most important person in his life for some casual fuck.
    But that wasn’t what was happening here.
    They weren’t risking anything. This was just the culmination of a series of events that would never occur again. Stalker Steven needing a blunt intervention. A chemical reaction neither of them had expected when they came into contact. An unanswered question between two friends—two adults—who knew exactly what they were getting into, and they were solid enough in their relationship for a single night between them to be just that. A single night, granting a depth of intimacy that hadn’t been there before. One that would make them stronger.
    Another breathless cry and Ava bit at his bottom lip, sucked it into her mouth as she rode his hand.
    In the fucking hallway. Of the fucking apartment building her brother owned. Because he couldn’t stop.
    Ford would lose his mind over this. That was, if the guy actually noticed.
    There’d been a