Sam dried her hands and turned to face him, taking in the scruff on his jaw, the paler-than-usual face and the hazel eyes that burned with desire for her. “Nice to have you back.”

He bent his head to kiss her softly. “I’m still feeling a little achy in some places. I could use some TLC from my wife tonight.”

“I’m no longer communicable.” Raising his hands to her face, he kissed her more insistently as his erection pressed against her.

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