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It gets a wee bit spicy.

Despite the offer of a driver, Jack drove himself to Sam's house. Since he'd gotten his second star, everyone seemed to think he'd become completely helpless. He had to assure his staff over and over that he didn't need a driver at all times, a personal shopper, a grocery store delivery service, or a cook, though he did agree to the maid. He reminded them several times that he had been in the field, and taking care of day-to-day stuff, long before any of them even dreamed of joining the Air Force. That didn't seem to matter though, as they continued to press more and more 'convenience' services on him.

When he pulled into the driveway of Sam's small house, he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He was home. Not necessarily the house, but home, because wherever Sam was was home to him. Switching off the ignition, he sat quietly for a moment, and watched as Sam's shadow passed by a window several times. While he couldn't see her, he knew exactly what she was doing, because it's what he did when he was waiting for her, pacing. Just the thought made him chuckle. He got out, and walked up the path to her small front porch. He was just about to raise his hand to knock-he had keys, but felt weird using them for some reason-when the door flew open, and his arms were full of Carter. Walking her backward into the house, he slammed the door with his foot, while his mouth and hands were otherwise occupied with the woman in front of him.

After several moments of tangled mouths and limbs, he pulled away for air. He rested his forehead against hers. "Hi," he said.

"Hi, yourself," she replied, her lips a mere fraction from his.

He nipped at her lip, then said, "If I'd known that was how you were going to greet me, I'd have told Landry he could shove the 'gate for all I cared, and rushed straight here."

"I wish you had," she told him. Stepping back, she took his hand and pulled him behind her to the rarely use dining room.

Jack lifted his eyebrows. "So, the dining room, not the bedroom? Aren't we in a mood," he teased.

Sam rolled her eyes as she laughed. "Bedroom later," she promised. "I thought we could have some wine, and a bite to eat. I'm sure you ate nothing but junk since you left DC. White thinks he's smart, but I'm onto him."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She snorted. "Right."

He sat in one of the chairs, and took the glass of red wine she offered. He knew there was no beer in the house, as she'd decided last year that he needed more than pizza and beer. Still, the wine was delicious, and the company even more so. On the table, he saw a loaf of crusty bread, soft cheeses, fruits, and a tomato mozzarella salad that he could never remember the name of, but knew he liked. "Nice," he told her, placing a few pieces of food on a plate. So, is there pie for dessert?"

She gave him a slow, sexy smile that went straight to Jack's groin. "There's dessert, but it's not pie."

He gave her an appreciative head to toe look. "You know, pie might just be overrated."

They chatted about day-to-day things they couldn't discuss with anyone else as they ate, but neither could deny their need for each other much longer. Jack declared he'd had enough, and grabbed the some of the dishes from the table, depositing them quickly in the kitchen. Sam followed with the remaining dishes. She could see his impatience matched her own, but decided to tease him just a bit longer. Picking up a towel, and spray bottle of cleaner, she tossed him a wink, and went to wipe off the table. She made sure to lean as far over the table as she could while wiping it, to give him a good view of her backside, that she wiggled more than necessary. Hearing him groan, she smiled, then let out a squeak when he wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her up against his lean, muscled form.

Jack knew exactly what she was doing, and played along for a few minutes, but seeing her gorgeous six actually wiggling in front of him was something he could only take for so long. He pulled her to him, and nibbled on the back of her neck in a way that he knew drove her crazy. When she let out a husky sigh, he moved one hand under the hem of her sweater, then up to cup her breast. Her nipples were already hard to the touch, and he knew he couldn't wait much longer to have her. When her head fell back, he moved his tongue to flick just behind her ear then tugged gently on the lobe with his teeth.

"Jack," she moaned, as he ran the pad of his thumb across her sensitive nipple. She was already on fire with just a touch.

"Samantha," he drawled her name out softly against her ear in the way only he could. "Is there something I can do for you?"

She flipped herself around in his arms, so that they were facing each other, and kissed him. He tasted of wine and the undeniable promise of amazing sex. "Yes, in fact there is," she said, pulling out of the kiss. "You can take me to the bedroom, and strip my clothes off."

Jack should have known better than to think he couldn't become any harder. He growled against her neck. Scooping her up, he deposited her on the edge of the table. "The bedroom is so far away," he told her, as he pulled her sweater up and over her head. He tossed it aside, and stared at her perfectly formed breasts, encased in a thin layer of blue lace. He let out a groan as he leaned in and licked one through the lace. "I think right here is the perfect spot," he said, his breath hot against her damp skin. "In fact," he told her, moving to lick the other one, "I don't know why we never thought of this before."