He saw her standing there wearing a black dress that hung just above her knees. Sara Montgomery. The woman he spoke to and thought about daily. She looked young to him, even though he was two years her junior. Her long chestnut brown hair tumbled down her slim shoulders, and her alabaster skin made a nice contrast against the dark material. He admired the full breasts that swelled under her dress and the curve of her hips beneath the clothing. She peered around the lobby, obviously looking for him. He walked toward her.
She held on to a column, trying to peek around into the lounge. She looked damned cute.
"Sara?"
He inhaled her sweet scent, like lilacs on a summer day, as he kissed her soft cheek. The rush of feelings, being so close to her, surprised him. The chemistry between them almost crackled.
They stared at each other for a moment. Sara reached out to touch his smiling lips. He grasped her hand on his lips, wanting to feel more of her.
"Do you want to eat lunch?" He stroked her hand.
"No." Her eyes locked with his.
"Do you want to go to my room?" He waited for her answer with anticipation. I hope she says yes.
"Yes."
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