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"Samantha."

She refocused on him. "I wish you'd call me Sam if you insist on using my first name."

"Samantha, if I have to avoid looking at your beautiful face--" He reached out and gently drew his finger along a dirt smudge on her cheek.

"Don't."

"Stop admiring your stunning figure--" His eyes followed his hand as he dropped from her neck, ran his thumb over her collarbone. She sucked in sharply. He grazed the side of her breast, then rested his palm in the curve of her waist. He could feel her heart beating with each stroke of his fingers as they splayed across her abdomen. His fingertips floated above her navel. "If I can't look at you as a woman--" His hand slipped around her back and urged her closer. She stumbled and then pressed flush against him.

"We have to remain completely professional," she said, breathless. "You're compromising both of us."

He kissed her forehead, his lips a gentle caress. "Samantha," he whispered a breath away from her skin.

"You can't keep calling me Samantha."

His tongue tasted the salty drops off her temples. She closed her eyes. Her body softened and he maneuvered her hips to fit snuggly against his. His arousal nestled between them.

"I'll be damned if I'll call you by a man's name." Lips crushed lips.

A little moan escaped from the back of her throat. "Mitch, please." She arched into him.

His tongue slipped into her mouth when she spoke, a soft wet treasure waiting for discovery. He pulled back and he whispered, "Tomorrow you can be a man."