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Everyone had left, and Amy took it upon herself to clean up.

She was exhausted - yet again. However, she wasn't going to let that spoil the rest of the evening. Adam had offered to do the dishes, but she would let him lift a finger. She cocked a half-smile as she thought about it. She didn't want him to get the idea that she would *always* do *all* of the domestic stuff. But he seemed pretty damn well-trained. She supposed it had everything to do with the fact that he'd been raised by a single mother.

As the redhead finished up in the kitchen, she found herself recalling the conversation she'd had with the other women earlier. Should she do what Dawn Marie had suggested? On one hand, she was horny as hell and knew Adam had to be feeling the same way. On the other, it could be risky. A lot of movement was involved, and she didn't want to take the chance of bumping into his head or impeding the healing process to his neck.

Amy sighed. It wasn't worth it - was it? In two more weeks, the hard brace would be coming off and they could make love again. Besides, their relationship was based on a hell of a lot more than merely sex - as amazingly good as that was between them.

She turned around as she suddenly heard him enter the kitchen, a soft smile on his face. She could only imagine what was going on in his head.

"Hey." She reached over for the dish towel to dry her hands, then stepped directly up to the tall blond man, a small smile gracing her lips. "How's my man doing?"

Adam reached down to grasp both of her hands in his own, a small groan wanting to escape him. How badly he wanted to just pull her to him and kiss her long and hard. Of course, that was impossible to do with the neckbrace because he couldn't bend his neck. Instead, he raised her left hand to his face, managing to sloppily place a kiss on the back of it. He then did the same with her right hand.

"You're amazing, did you know that?"

The redhead's smile blossomed into a grin, her hazel eyes shining as she kept them locked on his green. He was so sweet.

"I love you," the blond man continued, one of his hands releasing hers to press gently to her cheek. Her skin was so very soft. He longed to please her, to pamper her and make her feel just as special as she truly was.

She tilted her head to one side, her cheek brushing even more against the palm of his large, warm hand. Her heart soared with love for him.

"I love you, too."

He tugged gently on her other hand, leading her to the living room so they could sit together on the couch... His damn makeshift bed still - for the next two more weeks. He couldn't wait to get this hard brace off and the soft one put on so he could go back to sleeping in his *bed*, and beside her.

"You know how much you surprised me?" he asked, an amused smile cocking his lips. "I wasn't expecting that party at all."

She smiled modestly, her gaze lowering to take in their still clasped hands.

"I know," she replied. "I just wanted to do something to cheer you up since you haven't totally been yourself lately." She bit her lip gently, hoping he wouldn't react badly to her last few words.

He didn't. He blinked with emotion instead, surprising her as he suddenly tugged her again, his other hand gesturing to her. She glanced around them for a beat, realizing what he wanted her to do - and so, she came forth, sitting on his lap and straddling him.

Adam gazed deeply into her beautiful eyes, his breath warm against her face as he cupped her face in his palms. Gently, he pulled her closer to him until he felt her lips on his. The kiss was soft and sweet, extremely gentle and light, but he reveled in it.

Her hands were at his shoulders, her fingers dancing up and down them to his biceps and back up again, and he sighed. She felt so good. And damn it, he wanted to make *her* feel good.

A moment later, another soft breath escaped him as he made up his mind. He couldn't do what he *truly* wanted to do, but he could do something else for her.

"Lay down," he said softly.

The redhead kept her gaze on his green eyes and slowly obeyed. She draped herself across his lap.

Adam groaned as he lowered his hands to her, sliding one under her T-shirt. She let out a sigh as he slipped his hand up to her breasts, his fingers slipping into her bra and finding her nipple. He caressed it for awhile as her eyes closed for a beat, then opened again as she *had* to look at him.

Meanwhile, his other hand traveled lower down her body, his fingers going in a stroking motion as he sought her sensitive center. She let out the softest moan as he caressed her through her pants. After a few seconds, she reached down and undid the garment. He tugged at them in an attempt to lower them, and Amy rose up from her hips and helped him, ridding herself of the pants.

The blond man slid his hand into her panties, a soft groan again escaping him as he found her very wet. His fingers instantly found her, and he gently, then firmly caressed her clitoris before he inserted a finger into her. She sighed and arched against him.

Adam was already hard as he continued to stroke her, and he had to fight against moving his left hand from her breasts to himself. This was all about her, and *her* pleasure. Damn it, she deserved it.

The redhead again raised her hips, her hands sliding her panties down, and, as her boyfriend continued rubbing at her, she kicked them off. She moaned softly as she arched her body against his touch, her breathing quickening. God, it felt so good... He was so good with his fingers. Not that he wasn't skilled with *other* parts of his body as well.

The tall blond man kept caressing her, his fingers coated with her juices. She was so wet, he nearly cried out. He wished he could be inside of her - but he wanted nothing right now but *her* pleasure. Her hips her still arched against his touch, and she began to rock against his hand, her mouth open, her eyes reducing to near slits.

Amy cried out loudly as she suddenly came, her breath fast and heavy. She cried out his name, telling him she loved him. The orgasm was so intense, she could have passed out.

"Oh, God... oh, God," she moaned. It was so pleasurable that it was nearly painful. She tried to catch her breath as she simply laid there, a soft laugh bubbling up from her lips. "God, Adam!"

He smiled down at her, his left hand now in her slightly sweaty red hair. Her pleasure made him immeasurably happy.

"You just wait until this brace comes off," he said teasingly. "Let's just say you probably won't be able to walk for about a week."

She laughed heartily, then shifted her gaze elsewhere. She was fully aware of his erection.

"Now, let's see what we can do for *you*." She turned over and reached for his button and zipper, and he closed his eyes as he awaited his own pleasure.