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Adam kicked the door shut as he nearly danced Amy into the hotel room.
His body was on fire as he claimed her lips with his own. Their kisses were searing as he dared to allow his hands to roam all over her. To his pleasant surprise, the redhead didn't recoil back in horror at the areas he touched. Instead, she seemed to further sink into his touch.
Amy let out a muffled moan as the blond man took hold of one of her hands, lowering it to press it to his throbbing erection.
Her head was spinning... spinning with the extent of the passion between them... The feel of his growing hard-on... the myriad of emotions swirling through her as they continued kissing.
He was tugging at her shirt, lifting it over her head before tossing it away. And then, she was in her bra, the blond man raising his hands to cup her breasts.
"Oh, God..." she breathed. The truth was, she'd come here merely to apologize to him and hadn't expected or intended on anything else. Yet she knew that, under no uncertain terms, she was not going to turn him away.
She tangled her hands into his long blond hair, curling her fingers into the fine, silky locks as they kissed again, this time more deeply. She felt herself suddenly lifted up into his arms, and a moment later, she was laid down on the bed.
Adam kept his lips pressed to hers, his right hand moving lower and fiddling with the button and zipper of her jeans. Then, he felt her hands traveling to the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it, and he moved to help her, wriggling out of it.
The tall blond man let out a near growl as he felt the redhead's hands on his abs, rubbing at the hard muscles. His stomach seemed to pleasantly dance under her touch. He reached out to take hold of each of her hands in his own and kissed them one at a time, his gaze fixed to hers.
"Wait right here..." he said softly, a smile touching his lips. He rose from the bed and went into the bathroom.
Adam's heart was pounding so fast and hard in his chest. He couldn't believe it... He was going to get her. He was going to get to make love to Amy. He couldn't wipe the grin from his face. And then, something caught his peripheral vision.
'Shit...' he thought. He'd blocked what had happened earlier from his mind, yet right there, at the very top of the garbage in the waste basket, was the used condom... The very condom he'd worn during his encounter with Dawn Marie.
Acting quickly, the blond man gathered up handsful of toilet paper, then picked the sheath up from the garbage. He had to do this, as he didn't want to take the chance of the redhead coming in here and seeing it. He wrapped the condom thoroughly, then replaced it in the wastebasket, shoving it down under other refuse. Afterward, he washed his hands before returning to the diva.
The confident smile returned to his face as he made his way back to the bed.
"Now, where were we?" Adam asked, his arms encircling Amy's waist.
"I think... just about *here*." The redhead laid back, pulling him down with her as they kissed.