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Sam goes limp in my arms. "Thank you, Ben. That was amazing."
"Thankyou, Sam. I'm so glad my car broke down and stranded me near your house."
"Me too."
"Should we relax in the hot tub now?"
"Yes, please."
I set her down on her feet in the tub.
And a car door slams out front.
Samantha Lockhart leaps out of the hot tub, her eyes so wide I think they might pop out of their sockets. "Get dressed, Ben, quick. My parents are home."
Well, at least I got to shag her first.
Chapter Fourteen
Sam
I have never gotten dressed so fast in my entire life. Once I'm all covered up, I suffer a brief moment of panic about whether I got my clothes on the right way. But yes, it's all in the proper place. No inside-out shirt or panties lying on the porch boards at my feet.
Whew.
Ben gets dressed too, though he doesn't rush the way I did. He quickly pulls on his boxers, jeans, and T-shirt while managing to seem relaxed, not semi-panicked like me. Men are so lucky that they don't need to deal with bra clasps every morning when they get up—or after a steamy interlude in a hot tub. I succeeded in drying myself off just enough that my clothes don't stick my skin, but my hair is still wet.
We trot into the house and reach the front door just as my parents walk through it.
I don't know what it is about Ben Montague, but when I'm with him, I feel the constant need to kiss and fondle him, not to mention the frequent need to get him naked. But I like him for more than his scorching bod and his sexy smile. He's sweet and fun and smart too.
"How was your shopping trip?" I ask my parents as they shut the door.
"We checked off our entire Christmas to-do list," Mom says. "Got presents for you and Ben as well as Cameron, Amy, and the girls."
Ben looks a bit confused, so I explain, "Cameron is my brother. Amy is his wife, and they have two daughters."
"Ah. Thank you for the clarification."
I can't help it. I pinch his cheek and say to my parents, "Isn't Ben just the cutest? With his big vocabulary and British politeness."
"Oh, absolutely," Mom says. "He is the cutest."
Dad rolls his eyes. "Ignore them, Ben. Women like to say dumb things about us guys."
"I don't mind being called cute," Ben replies. "My friend Nick Hunter says it means a woman wants to sh—go out on a date with you."
I think he'd been about to say it means a woman wants to shag a man, but he caught himself before he blurted that out. Ben probably feels a little weird about chatting with my parents thirty seconds after we had mind-blowing sex in the hot tub.
As for me, I feel fabulous, not weird.
Mom and Dad set their bags down by the bar, and Ben and I follow them over there.
Dad sweeps his gaze over both of us. "Were you two out in the hot tub?"
"Yep. It's a beautiful day to be outside."
"I love it when the conditions are just right to make steam rise from the water."
