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  "I'm going to miss you in my classroom," he said. "But I think I'm going to enjoy seeing you out of it far more."

  Karrie kissed him back, tugging his lower lip playfully between her teeth, then licking the spot she'd nibbled.

  "And what do you expect to do now I've successfully used the power of my femininity to enslave you?"

  "Isn't there really only one option for me?" he asked her, suddenly serious. "You wrote the paper, Karrie. You know the answer to that. We live happily ever after."

  And that, she thought as he kissed her again, was the best ending a story could ever have.

  All You Can Eat

  There were a lot of things Daisy Cooper hated about her job, but the flashing neon sign up ahead of her wasn't one of them. All You Can Eat. It flashed over and over, a beacon of red blaring in an otherwise pitch-black sky. Sonny must have just turned it on.

  Sonny was good at that. Turning things on. Her, for instance. As Daisy twisted the wheel of her big rig toward the beckoning, welcoming sign, she couldn't help the huge grin that spread across her face. The rumble strips designed to let sleepy drivers know they were entering the parking lot of the Come and Go Diner sent vibrations straight to the hot spot between her thighs and made it throb with delicious anticipation.

  That was another thing she didn't hate about her job. Her truck, the cab of which was painted a vibrant purple and gleaming gold, shook like hell. Long runs were like sitting on top of a giant vibrator for hours on end. Hell, there were times she creamed her panties a good six or seven times by the end of the day, and that was just if she were going a few hundred miles.

  Daisy eased her big rig into one of the long parking spaces in the otherwise empty parking lot and shut it down. She took a moment to smooth her hair and straighten her skirt, to tuck in her blouse and unbutton the top three buttons. Then she shucked off her comfortable sneakers and slipped into a pair of stiletto heels in Fuck-Me-Red. She looked down at her long, tan legs, free of hose. Dorothy's ruby slippers might have sent her home, but Daisy's shoes were going to send her across home plate tonight.

  She stretched her back to get the kinks out, then climbed down from the high seat. Her nipples tightened in anticipation of what lay ahead of her. "All you can eat," she murmured, and headed toward the diner.

  "Hello, Daisy."

  As always, Sonny's low, liquid voice slid across her entire body and made her shiver. Sonny's voice was like melted chocolate. Gooey, sticky, delicious and sweet, and it went straight to her thighs.

  "Hi ya, Sonny." The bell on the door behind her jangled as Daisy let it close. She went toward the counter and sat on one of the black stools lined up along it. "Slow night?"

  Sonny nodded. He'd flung the wet cloth he'd been using to wipe down the counter over one shoulder, and now he hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his faded jeans. His white T-shirt stretched so tautly across his chest, ripped with muscle, Daisy swore she could count every ridge and bump. His nipples poked up through the tight material in a way that made her want to taste them.

  The way his eyes lingered on her breasts told her that her nipples were doing the same thing. Daisy leaned back on the chair and twirled a little, watching the way Sonny's gaze followed her chest with every movement. When he looked at her like that, she got hot all over. She felt the blush creep up her chest, to her throat, then to paint her cheeks.

  It had nothing to do with being embarrassed. Sonny Dean just turned her burner on high. Daisy licked her lips as their eyes met. Sonny smiled.

  Damn, the man had a grin that could melt butter. Daisy grinned back.

  "What can I get for you?" Sonny tossed away the cloth and put both hands on the counter.

  His fingers were long and strong, the kind of fingers a woman would have to be a fool not to want inside her. Daisy wasn't a fool, no matter what her mama had said about her choice of career. Sonny's fingers spread out and he curled them slightly, like he was thinking about holding something with them. Maybe her ass; maybe her tits. Daisy hoped it was both.

  "You alone here tonight?" She toyed with one long curl, pleased with the way the auburn strands contrasted with the emerald green of her silky shirt. Green was Sonny's favorite color.

  Sonny looked over his shoulder briefly, toward the low counter and the window where the cook usually put the finished orders. "I let Eddie go early. Kitty and Mabel headed out early, too. It was a slow night."

  And he knew I'd be coming in, Daisy thought as she watched Sonny straighten up and lean back against the counter behind him.

  His dark hair, a little too long for a fry cook, but just what a woman would love to run her fingers through, hung just to his shoulders and swept off his forehead. A small scar bisected one black eyebrow, but didn't take away from his searing good looks. He grinned at her again. She could tell he knew what she was thinking.

  "You want me to tell you about my specials tonight?"

  Daisy looked over his shoulder to the menu chalked on the board. "Looks like you've got chocolate pudding up there."

  Sonny glanced at the board, then back at her, spearing her like a shish-kabob with his stare. "Oh, we've got that. But there's plenty of other stuff on the menu, too."

  Daisy had an idea about what that other "stuff" might be, but she asked anyway. "Why don't you tell me about them then?"

  Sonny began to count off his specials on his long, strong fingers. "Well, for starters, we have some really good...hot sausage."

  Daisy made a noise of appreciation. "Yum."

  "We've also got thick, creamy custard."

  "That sounds delicious."

  "You must be hungry, Miz Cooper," Sonny said. "'Cuz I swear you're looking at me like you'd like to eat me right up."

  "Are you on the menu, Sonny?"

  Sonny crossed his muscled arms across his chest and raised one brow at her. "Daisy Cooper, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were coming on to me."

  Daisy put a look of mock innocence on her face. "Me?"

  Now he leaned forward again, this time so close to her face she could smell his aftershave. Something spicy and sweet, like the taste of him. Daisy shivered and clamped her thighs together as her clit buzzed and hummed.

  "Would you like me to tell you what's for dessert?"

  She nodded, unable to speak, her eyes locked with his and her mouth already salivating.

  "Kumquats."

  Daisy blinked. "What?"

  Sonny, she didn't know how, kept a straight face. "Kumquats."

  Daisy burst into laughter. "Sonny, you're such a goofball!"

  In a second, moving so fast he was like Superman without the tights and the cape, he slid across the counter and landed beside her. He twirled the stool and pulled her into his arms. Daisy teetered on her Fuck-Me pumps, but Sonny steadied her as easily as he could juggle a tray full of coffee cups.

  "So I can't interest you in any slick--" He kissed her. "--juicy--" He kissed her again, this time more thoroughly, his tongue touching her lips. "--kumquats?"

  Pressed against him, her nipples rubbing his chest, Daisy had to remember to take a breath before she could answer him. "You were right when you said I must be hungry. But I have a question first."

  He raised both eyebrows at her and slid a denim-clad thigh between her legs. She balanced there for a moment, her pussy already wet and aching as he pressed himself against her. Daisy bit back a moan at the sensation.

  "What's your question?"

  "Your sign says 'All You Can Eat.'"

  His eyes twinkled and he leaned in for another kiss, this time sweeping the inside of her mouth with his talented tongue. "It sure does."

  "I hope you mean it," Daisy said. "Because I aim to eat quite a bit of tonight's special."

  With that challenge, Daisy pushed Sonny back a few steps until his ass hit the edge of the booth behind him. Daisy unbuckled his belt, whipped it open, pulled down his zipper and yanked his jeans off his hips. Seemed she had a little bit of super-hero inside her, when she wa