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From NEW YORK TIMES Bestselling and Award-Winning Author Delilah Devlin
 A New York commuter shares lustful daydreams with another subway passenger...
Note: This 5000-word short story was previously published in Passion, but has been revised and expanded. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!
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Excerpt:
Her doorbell rang and sent her heart racing. When she swung open the door, he was dressed casually in a long-sleeved, heather-colored Henley and jeans. In his hands were bags bearing the name of her favorite Thai restaurant.
His gaze slid down her skirt and silk blouse then back up. Heat glittered in his eyes. "I should have told you not to dress up. Sorry you went to the bother."
She shook her head and spun. "Do you like it?"
"Very much."
"Then it was worth the effort." She pointed to the single button at the side of her skirt. "That's all that's holding it up."
His chest rose. "Sophie, I'm trying to take this slow."
She cocked a brow as she took the bags and walked to her kitchenette. "Bringing dinner to my apartment where we can be alone, that's slow?"
He wrinkled his nose. "I was hoping to get to second base on the sofa."
She laughed and reached for his hand. "We'll eat after we've worked up an appetite." Then she walked backwards down the short hallway to her bedroom. A single light shone on the stand next to her bed. The covers were turned down. "I was hoping you'd get considerably farther than second base."
 A New York commuter shares lustful daydreams with another subway passenger...
Note: This 5000-word short story was previously published in Passion, but has been revised and expanded. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Excerpt:
Her doorbell rang and sent her heart racing. When she swung open the door, he was dressed casually in a long-sleeved, heather-colored Henley and jeans. In his hands were bags bearing the name of her favorite Thai restaurant.
His gaze slid down her skirt and silk blouse then back up. Heat glittered in his eyes. "I should have told you not to dress up. Sorry you went to the bother."
She shook her head and spun. "Do you like it?"
"Very much."
"Then it was worth the effort." She pointed to the single button at the side of her skirt. "That's all that's holding it up."
His chest rose. "Sophie, I'm trying to take this slow."
She cocked a brow as she took the bags and walked to her kitchenette. "Bringing dinner to my apartment where we can be alone, that's slow?"
He wrinkled his nose. "I was hoping to get to second base on the sofa."
She laughed and reached for his hand. "We'll eat after we've worked up an appetite." Then she walked backwards down the short hallway to her bedroom. A single light shone on the stand next to her bed. The covers were turned down. "I was hoping you'd get considerably farther than second base."
