Here yah's go…. Short but sweet, thanks for all the reviews!xx

"Let's play a game?" Raising an eyebrow, Connie sat back against the pillows in her bed. She had heard his message now – and it shocked her to say the least. "I guess you were under the influence of alcohol there?" Shaking her head, she bit softly on her lower lip. "Would Emma be happy about this game…" Closing her eyes, she tried not to let her feelings evident in her tone. "But I'll tell you something, just in time to come." Smirking, she pulled the phone from her ear and pressed to end the call. Truth be told she could laugh and pretend she didn't care, about him and the growing foetus, but she did and so dearly wished he was here – if not just for the sex she so desperately craved.

He was driving, surprisingly back to hers, she in the passenger seat. The traffic was heavy, adding what felt like hours to their journey at the time. Swallowing, she turned to face him, it was infuriating, she was beyond turned on – their early encounter back at the hospital had far from satisfied her desire. She quietly moaned, grabbing his attention. Her eyebrows arched, she slowly reached forward and placed a hand upon his thigh.

"It's a shame the traffic is bad. I could be doing so much more right now, we could be doing so much more.." Walking her fingers up his thigh, she stopped just centimetres from his crotch, which to her delight caused him to, although quietly, gasp.

Finally, they arrived at her house. Sam had grown more and more frustrated during the course of the journey, and this excited her to no end. As soon as he had parked the car, he left, slamming the door behind and headed straight in the direction of Connie. As soon as she was out the car, Sam's hands were pulling at her clothes, his body backing the both towards the front door – the potential of nosey neighbours no apparent concern to him. "Calm.." She smirked, her hand reaching into her handbag to find the keys needed to unlock the door.

At last they were upstairs, in a bed, a proper bed. Sam was still fully clothed, she wasn't. Her clothes had been thrown in every direction by Sam, who wanted nothing more than to see a very horny Connie in a truly naked form. She sat on top of him this time – a mere attempt to reassert some form of dominance in the situation. He was right where she wanted him. His crotch felt nothing more than a solid mass beneath the thick material of his suit trousers. From here she had the advantage, she was circling her hips, stimulating her own clitoris while agonisingly teasing his member. But now she wanted more. Kneeling up on her knees, she smirked. His belt was soon undone, and trousers pulled down. And then suddenly, he pushed her to the bed – again he was in charge now.

Her phone rang loudly on the pillow beside her head. She had drifted off and now, she was in an even worse mood – incredibly sexually frustrated. Grabbing ahold of the ringing device, she sighed upon seeing who was calling – Sam.

"What." She answered, sitting back up in her bed.

"Nice to speak with you too.." Smirking, Sam sat back in the bed of his hotel. He had managed to catch her, at last. "I was just returning your call. I'm intrigued. Please tell me – I was enjoying this game."

"I was sleeping. I was enjoying my dream…" Her voice laced with sarcasm, she rolled her eyes. "I told you, I'll tell you something in time to come."

"Your dream?" Sam smiled. "Start with that – what was your dream?" Closing his eyes, he quietly yawned – it had been a very long day.

His questioned annoyed her. Why was he being so nice suddenly, had Charlie told him? Did he know about this baby, did Grace know? Each thought created worrisome knots within her stomach. "My dream.. my dream.." She was quickly snapped from the thought chain as Sam called her name rather loudly. "You. Sorry, you and Grace." She lied, before yawning herself.

"Me and Grace?" He replied with a nod. "I'll tell you something else.. I'm staying in a hotel tonight."

"A hotel?" Connie questioned. "That's interesting, a treat for Emma is it?"

Sam sighed, and shook his head before replying. "Alone actually – I needed some space. You sound tired – are you okay? That can be your next answer."

"Tired?" She laughed. He must know, Charlie must have told him. "I'm fine, work it's just busy" Another lie, but hopefully he would believe. "Yeah, where have you gone then?"

"Well that's the thing – I'll tell you, but just in time."