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underneath his T-shirt.
    “Which rules are those, sweetheart?” He followed her lead, bunching up her tee until his palms met warm skin.
    “The employee-employer ones.” Her thumbs brushed across his nipples.
    Sam smiled. “Oh, I think you’re game for breaking ‘em.”
     
    Hana’s mind reeled as her body ignited. She’d been dreaming of getting down and dirty with Sam since their first meeting. Her sister’s enthusiastic support last night, plus Lydia’s encouragement from the beginning, had her libido amped into overdrive. Now, with his big strong hands caressing up her body and his impressive erection pressing deliciously against her abdomen, he was absolutely right. Hana wanted Sam with an urgency she hadn’t felt in a very long time; if ever.
    Goose bumps rose along her skin when Sam cupped her breasts. He stroked and fondled, causing the material of her shirt to tickle across her pebbled nipples. Wave after wave of heat shot straight to her pussy. She whimpered and flexed her hips. Immediately, Sam repositioned, pressing his thigh between her legs. Hana shamelessly rubbed her clit against him.
    In a hot minute, Sam divested both her and himself of their shirts. “Beautiful,” he whispered, gazing at her while gently pinching her nipples. He kissed the tip of her nose before lowering his head to take her breast into his mouth. Hana draped one arm over his shoulder for support as he used his tongue, teeth, lips and hands with decadent skill. Her legs quivered, and she was pretty sure her juices were soaking through her shorts onto his denim-clad thigh.
    Desperate to give Sam equal pleasure, Hana ran her hand along his erection. Her knees nearly buckled when he responded with a purposeful nip to the underside of her breast. She attempted to unbuckle his belt with shaky fingers and failed miserably. She harrumphed loudly and gave it a sturdy tug.
    For a large man, Sam was extremely quick. In one fluid movement, Hana found herself lifted and cradled in his strong arms.
    “I’ll be happy to help you with that, sweetheart, once we’re in a more comfortable spot.” He moved with purpose toward her bedroom.
    Hana nuzzled the side of his neck, infinitely grateful Sam was in charge of transportation. With her racing heart, the butterflies dancing in her tummy, and her inability to breathe correctly, she had no doubt walking was definitely out of the question. Hopefully, I don’t pass out before we get to the good stuff. She giggled at the thought.
    “Gonna tell me what’s so funny?” he asked as he came to a stop next to her king-size bed. When he tried to let her down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.
    “I’m too horny to stand up.”
    “Damn, I sure appreciate the ego stroke,” Sam said with a sexy as hell grin as he carefully set her down on the mattress.
    Empowered by the lust shining in his eyes, Hana rested her palms against his chest to keep him from coming down with her. “Belt removal?” she reminded.
    Sam laughed while doing what she asked. When he popped open the first button of his fly, Hana scrambled up onto her knees. “Please, let me, Sam.” She rested her hands on her thighs, maintaining eye contact while waiting for his permission to proceed.
    His expression darkened, intensified, and he slowly drew his arms behind his back. He raised an eyebrow and gave a slight nod.
    At fifty-two, Hana knew exactly what she wanted sexually, but the few men she’d been with since her divorce had been sadly disappointing. Every instinct she possessed cried out that Sam would fulfill her in ways she’d only dreamed of.
    She unfastened his pants and pushed them down. His cock was beautiful. She wrapped her fingers around the thick base, leaned forward and licked. Sam let out a soft moan and rested his hand on the back of her head.
    Hana took her sweet time tasting and teasing his entire length. The contrast of a penis, soft skin over steely hardness, never ceased to amaze her. She