�You know, I could have sworn I had coffee in here somewhere,� Sam muttered as he rummaged around in his kitchen cupboard. What had he been thinking, inviting Ainsley back to his apartment under the pretense of after-dinner coffee?

It amazed him to realize he was nervous. After the things they had done in Josh�s kitchen he should feel comfortable around her; instead, he felt restless and insecure. What if she had just been going along with the moment? What if she didn�t really want him? Doubts crept into his mind and he feared that inviting her over to his place had been a huge mistake.

�What was that, Sam?� Ainsley called from the other room where she was hanging up her coat.

�I can�t seem to find any coffee,� he announced loudly. �What kind of host doesn�t have coffee?�

He figured that if he didn�t have coffee, maybe she wouldn�t stay and there wouldn�t be any awkwardness between them the next time they saw each other in the White House. They could pretend that the incident at Josh�s had been an aberration, and they could laugh it off as the after effects of too much sugar from the pie or too much tryptophan.

�Sam, may I be so bold as to suggest we forego the coffee in favor of other edibles?� Ainsley asked as she entered the room.

He turned to see her leaning in the doorway, a can of whipped cream in her hand and a beguiling smile on her face. She jiggled the can at him.

His nervousness evaporated. �Where did you get that?�

�I liberated it from Josh�s kitchen before we left,� she admitted as she made her way towards him. �I thought, perhaps, it might be useful.�

�You really want more whipped cream?� he asked skeptically. �The spectacle in Josh�s kitchen wasn�t enough?�

�You can never have too much dessert,� she replied as she came to a stop directly in front of him. �Besides, didn�t you enjoy yourself at Josh�s?�

�Yes, I did,� he answered, recalling the playful kisses they had shared. �I think I still have some whipped cream stuck under my collar to prove it.�

�Poor baby. We�ll just have to clean that up.� She ran her hand along the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. This kiss was sweeter, softer than the harried kisses they had shared at Josh�s. She tasted like cinnamon and apples and some other sweet flavor that was uniquely her own. The kiss lasted for several moments and Sam felt like he could drown in her and never even realize it.

When she pulled away from him and held the whipped cream can up, a wide smile lit up her face. Squeezing a small amount onto her finger, she held it up for his inspection before darting her tongue out and licking the foamy concoction away. She peered up at him through lowered lashes.

Sam chuckled at her obvious tactics. �Why, Ms. Hayes, I do believe you�re trying to seduce me.�

�How very astute of you, Mr. Seaborn.� She applied some more cream to her finger, but this time she slowly slid the finger between her lips. Sam�s eyes were riveted to her mouth as he watched her savor the flavor.

�May I?� Sam asked, gesturing to the can. At her nod, he squeezed some onto his own finger and then offered it to her for a taste. The heat of her mouth and the feel of her soft tongue stroking the pad of his finger sent electric shocks through his system, causing him to groan. As he slowly withdrew his finger, she lightly grazed her teeth across his knuckle and he felt his cock jerk to life. He imagined what it would feel like to have her mouth on that part of his body. She would be hot and wet and Sam suddenly knew that he couldn�t let this evening pass without making love to her in every way imaginable.

�Sweet,� she commented.

Some ridiculous part of him that couldn�t believe his luck replied, �Well, it is ninety percent sugar.�

�Not the cream, Sam. You.�

He closed his eyes briefly at his ridiculous reply and when he opened them again, she was unbuttoning her blouse. Beneath it she wore a smooth satin camisole and Sam could see her hardened nipples poking at the fabric, straining to be free.

His gaze was drawn from her breasts to her mouth as she licked her lips to free them of any sticky residue from the cream. Again, he imagined what that tongue would feel like against his skin.

He watched in fascination as she unsnapped her jeans and peeled them from her hips, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Then she was lifting the camisole over her head and he could see the dark, puckered nipples, the perfectly shaped globes. His mouth went dry and he was rendered speechless.

Wrapping his hands around her tiny waist, he lifted her slight frame around and up on to the counter, so that they were nearly the same height. Unable to form any coherent sentences, he leaned forward and kissed her.

Their tongues engaged in a frantic duel, while his hands reached up and cupped her breasts, stroking the taut nipples. She arched into him and he bent his head to take one into his mouth. He laved it with his tongue, then worried it gently between his teeth before moving on to the other. Cupping his head in her hands, she urged his mouth lower. He complied, his tongue tickling her naval before working it�s way down between her thighs.

Tenderly, almost reverently, he tasted her sex. He nibbled her moist center, his thumb finding and stroking her clit. He soon felt the beginnings of her orgasm. She wound her legs around his head and screamed his name as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

When she had finally recovered and he was once again smiling into her radiant face, he kissed her softly. �God help me, but I don�t know if I�ll be able to make this last long enough to give you pleasure again,� he confessed as he quickly stepped out of his jeans. His erection sprang free and she gazed at it appreciatively.

�Don�t worry about the finishing, just get moving,� she prompted as she pulled him closer to her.

�Yes, ma�am.�

Grasping her hips in his hands, he shifted her to the very edge of the counter, his erection brushing against her moist sex, causing her to shiver in anticipation. �Sam�� She grasped him in her hand, boldly stroking his hard cock before drawing him closer to her center.

He was overwhelmed with need for her. One quick thrust and he was inside her, feeling the tight wetness of her body encasing him. Her arms enveloped him and brought him closer still. He began to move his hips, thrusting into her with exquisite care. She squeezed his ass and urged him to go faster, harder. He did and soon he was sweating with the effort not to come until she had climaxed again. He raised his hand and stroked the hard nub nestled amongst her golden curls. He felt her muscles clench around him and the sensation was too much for him to bear. With one final thrust, he pulsed into her, his hips jerking reflexively as he came with a shout of completion.

Barely able to stand, he clung to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Sex with Ainsley had been better than he had ever dreamed. When he could finally speak again, he raised his head from her shoulder and grinned. He meant to tell her how incredible she was, but he found himself saying something completely different than he intended. �I never would have guessed you were a screamer.�

Ainsley blushed. �I�m not. It�s simply been quite some time since any of my dates have progressed this far.�

�I�m honored that you chose me.� Sam stopped and considered his words. �Well, that just sounded ridiculous.�

�I�ll forgive your unfortunate word choice,� she laughed, � but only if you let me stay the night.�

There was a slight hesitation in her voice, and he caught it. �You don�t even need to ask,� he confirmed as he gave her a brief kiss and pulled away tohelp her from her perch.

�Thank you.�

She slid from the countertop and was about to head for his bedroom when he stopped her with a tug on her hand.

She turned and noticed he was staring at a small wet spot on the counter. �I really should clean that up,� he began.

�Sam?�

�Yes?�

�Leave it.�

�But I don�t think it�s sanitary to just-�

She grabbed a paper towel off the nearby roll, and quickly swiped at the stain. �Forget sanitization. You have a bed in the other room, correct?� At his nod, she continued, �A big bed, I would assume, that we could put to good use?�

He nodded again and pulled his gaze away from the counter. Eyeing her appreciatively, he thought about all the other ways he could make love to her if they were in his bedroom. Or maybe the bathroom. Possibly the living room. The choices were limitless.

�If we were to retire to that bed right now, you might discover other ways to make me scream,� she encouraged him with a twinkle in her eye.

Sam completely forgot about the spot on the counter and allowed himself to be led from the kitchen.

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