Sanford's voice was deep and captivating, filled with allure.

Maggie's heart was racing like it was in a marathon.

She looked at him, her face all flushed, trying to play it cool. "So, did I do a good job pleasing you?"

Sanford chuckled, easy as pie. “What do you think? Maggie, did you miss me or what?"

Did she miss him? Right then, "miss" meant a whole bunch of things.