"I'm ready for my dessert," he said.

Lindsay's gaze shot up to his.

"Come here."

She closed the short distance between them. Sam scooped her up in his arms, turned, and laid her on top of the bar.

"It's cold!" Lindsay shrieked.

Sam didn't give her the chance to say anything else before kissing her again. It took no more than a second for her to relax and respond to him. She tunneled her fingers into his hair and made love to his mouth with her lips and tongue.

This woman certainly knew how to kiss.

Sam kissed his way down her neck and chest until he fastened his lips over Lindsay's right nipple. He heard her groan of pleasure as she arched her back again. Oh, yes, he had definitely made a mistake ignoring these beautiful breasts. Lindsay's passionate response proved that.

Her nipple grew harder and longer in his mouth. Sam circled it with his tongue, suckled it, then circled it again. He covered her left breast with his hand and could feel her heart pounding.

She was obviously turned on, but he wanted her even higher.

Sam raised his head. "Are you still gave for anything?"

She nodded.

"What's your favorite liqueur?"

"I'm...not much of a drinker."

"Then I'll pick one for you, okay?"

She nodded again. Sam took a bottle of amaretto and a shot glass off the shelf. "Do you like almonds?"

"Yes."

"Good. So do I." Tipping up the bottle, Sam filled the shot glass with the amber liquid. He set down the bottle, then dipped his finger into the glass. Looking into her eyes, he spread the liqueur over her lips. Lindsay parted them, letting his finger slip inside her mouth. He left it there but a moment before gathering more amaretto on his finger and returning it to her mouth. This time she closed her teeth, gently trapping his finger between them.

He watched her eyes drift closed while she sucked on it. Her tongue circled around his finger, as if she were trying to lick off every bit of the amaretto.

Heat flared in his cock.

Lindsay opened her eyes and released his finger. "It's good."

"You've never tasted amaretto?"

"Not by itself."

"It's good mixed with Bailey's over ice. I serve that drink to a lot of women." Dipping his finger in the shot glass again, Sam spread more liqueur over her lips. He dipped once more and drew his finger down her chin. Again and again, he gathered more amaretto on his finger and painted her with it--down her chest, around each nipple, zigzagging across her stomach, venturing into her navel.

Reaching the top of her pubic hair, he set down the shot glass and made the return journey up her body with his tongue.

Sam fastened his mouth over her right nipple again. He sucked firmly, and was rewarded by Lindsay's whispered, "Yesssss." She cupped her breast in her hand and offered it to him. Sam accepted her gift, licking and suckling her nipple even harder. He listened to her breathing, her moans, and noted the shifting of her body.

She was almost ready to come.

When he suspected the time was right, he pulled on her nipple as he quickly pushed two fingers inside her pussy. He pressed upward into her G-spot, and she shattered.

Sam watched Lindsay's face as the orgasm took over her body. He loved giving a woman pleasure, and especially loved watching the different emotions cross her face when she experienced those few moments of intense sensation.

Although he enjoyed her orgasm, his cock was making demands for its own pleasure.

Leaving Lindsay to recuperate, Sam went back in the storeroom. He located the other two condoms in her purse and returned to the bar.

He saw Lindsay's gaze drop to his pelvis as he walked toward her. "Like what you see?" he asked.

"Very much. You're gorgeous, Sam."

"Do you want me inside you again?"

"Very much."

"Any way I want?"

Her throat worked as she swallowed. "Any way you want."

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