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to push the boundaries, but Wil didn’t give her a choice. He slammed into her roughly, the only sound in the room that of flesh slapping against flesh and the low groans sliding out of his throat.
    He gripped her hips tightly and drove into her with a pace that was feverish and wild. Her inner muscles clasped over his cock. “You’re so tight, Mac,” he ground out.
    Rotating his hips, he slowed his pace, his warm hand reaching down to find her swol en clit. He rol ed the nub between his fingers, massaging it gently.
    Arousal spun through her like a tornado, blowing across her flushed skin until she could barely breathe from the heat consuming her body. Wil grabbed her hand and brought it up to her clit, forced her to rub the slick flesh. She stroked herself, feeling another orgasm swel inside her. His breath was hot on the back of her neck as he pushed his cock into her again, slowly this time. Both arms wrapped around her from behind, his hands finding her breasts. He palmed each one and teased her rigid nipples with his thumbs.
    “Yes,” she choked out. “Like that, touch me just like that.” Her climax grew closer, closer, closer…
    He pinched her nipples. Hard.
    Pain. Pleasure.
    The incredible sensation sizzled her nipples, then scurried down her spine and grabbed hold of her sex.
    She cried out his name as she came again, clawing at the sheets. He thrust into her, out and in and in and out until she had no clue where one orgasm began and another ended. Sweat coated her forehead, her legs felt numb, her body on fire.
    Wil ’s fingers curled over her hips as he fucked her.
    She wanted to turn her head and see his expression.
    Wanted to know if he was as needy and aroused and overwhelmed as she was. But when she tried to tilt her head, he tangled his fingers in her dark hair and forced her to stay put.
    A moment later he let out a hoarse cry, and then he poured his seed inside her. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before final y withdrawing. Her body instantly felt the loss. She whimpered in disappointment and fel onto the mattress, her breasts aching against the material of her nightie.
    Rol ing onto her back, she looked up at Wil , her best friend, the man who’d just rocked her entire world. He stil wore his black long-sleeved T-shirt, but sweat coated the front, causing the material to cling to his rippled chest. She lowered her gaze and feasted on his lower body, the firm muscular thighs, the hard cock that had just brought her to a level of pleasure she’d never known.
    Swal owing, she locked her gaze with his, floored by the stark desire she saw in his stormy dark eyes.
    She managed a hesitant smile, suddenly feeling far too exposed as she lay on the bed in front of him, too exposed as she lay on the bed in front of him, naked from the waist down. “Wel ,” she started then cringed at the ridiculous conversation opener. “That was…” she struggled for words, “…nice.” Nice? Yeah right. The word didn’t come close to doing justice to what just happened between them.
    His gaze swept over her face, his expression flickering with both approval and amusement. With a crooked grin, he grabbed his col ar and peeled the shirt off his spectacular chest.
    Moving closer, he swept his tongue over his lower lip and said, “We’re just getting started, Mackenzie.” Chapter Two
    Wil tossed his shirt aside and headed for the bed.
    He’d never seen anything sexier than the sight of Mackenzie lying on that bed, her silky black hair fanned across the pil ow underneath her head, her legs spread open so wide he couldn’t help but feast his eyes on those damp, bare folds. Her pussy was tighter than he’d expected, her reaction to his sexual ministrations far more powerful than he could’ve ever anticipated.
    He’d wanted this woman from the second he’d met her, back in sophomore year. She was fucking gorgeous, with al that tousled, raven-colored hair, eyes as blue as a glacier lake, that sexy, leggy