Despite the silly night that ended the frenetic week with Tom, Sam knew how much her s****l arousal had been released. Like confronting a fear, it had become a paper dragon of sorts. And with that fear confronted, she wasn’t as prone to suddenly turning cold, her s****l juices drying up on a dime and vanishing when they’d been so ripe and plentiful before. He was happy just to have her not balk as much when he suggested they have s*x. In small steps, she was gaining momentum. Feeling her s****l heat made his days with Kate more exciting than they’d ever been.
“What do you like about my fantasies so much?” Kate asked him.
“Oh, I like your dancing. If it had been me the other night, you’d have kept your garter belt and nylons on, and the bra . . .”
“And the heels?”
“And the heels,” he af
