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she whispered.
    “Means I can’t wait to get you in the bedroom. Come on.”
    She took a deep breath and nodded.
    He smiled like a satisfied cat and led her down the hall, his hand in the small of her back like a gentleman.
    Once inside, he yanked her body against his, kissing her with an open mouth, lips bruising as his tongue plundered. His hands kneaded her ass. He dragged them upward, the fabric of her dress in his grasp, peeling it from her body in a single sweep.
    “Mmm,” he said, taking in her black and hot pink satin bra and matching panties. “I like those.”
    Relieved she hadn’t been caught in her cotton Wonder Woman panties with the holes worn at the seams, she flushed under his dark gaze. He slipped a finger under each strap of her bra and peeled the cups down slowly to reveal her breasts.
    He drank them in, appreciation evident, then grew impatient again, yanking the bra to her waist and crushing a hand over one of her breasts as his mouth bent to the other. He flicked his tongue over the tip of her nipple, then sucked it deeply into his mouth before releasing it abruptly and nipping with his teeth.
    She gasped, clawing at his arms from the brief pain he’d inflicted before he returned to pleasuring her. He moved so fast and with such confidence, it overwhelmed her senses, and her body melted into his touch. He stroked one hand down her belly, slipping inside the front of her panties where he brushed a finger across her dripping pussy. The shock of touch on her most sensitive parts made her moan.
    “Someone’s wet,” he murmured approvingly, the deep rich tones of his voice reverberating through every sinew of her body. He yanked her panties down at the same time he pushed her back onto the bed. Hoisting her legs into the air, he held her ankles with one hand and squeezed her ass again before he unbuckled his belt and kicked off his pants and boxer briefs.
    She stared when he pulled off his shirt to reveal rippling muscles under smooth olive skin. Her eyes slid lower, where his cock jutted out proudly, his erection impressive. She licked her lips, her heart skittering. No wonder he had confidence in his bedroom performance.
    He ripped open a condom and sheathed his length before he lifted her ankles up to his shoulders again and pressed into her. A voice in the back of her mind still warned that this was crazy, even dangerous, but her body didn’t care, his rough touch stoking her fire hotter and hotter. When he gripped the fronts of her thighs to yank her bottom against him, thrusting into the hilt, she gave a squeal of unexpected pleasure. He withdrew and repeated the action. It was a hard fuck — aggressive, pounding, and yet her body seemed to open to him, willing to give whatever he demanded.
    Though she normally didn’t orgasm with a partner, the situation had her wound her up. He brought her close to the edge until she was about to break, but pulled out before she crested. “Flip over,” he commanded gruffly.
    She almost laughed, not used to being ordered around during sex, not that it turned her off. Rather it reminded her that role was sexual servant, which appealed on some level.
    “I was just about to come,” she complained.
    “I know,” he said.
    The two simple words shot her into a dizzying state of lust.
    He knew.
    He had guaranteed her satisfaction back at the club, and despite what seemed like a self-centered encounter, he was paying attention. Her limbs trembled as she turned around, climbing further up the bed to lie on her stomach. He grabbed her thighs and yanked her back toward him, her legs finding the floor, her ass presented to him. A cry of need erupted as he pumped his hard cock into her slick channel. When he reached down and grasped both her shoulders to brace her for his pounding, she lost control. “Oh, God, oh yes, please!” she sobbed into the bedcovers.
    “Yeah!” he roared, slamming his cock deep inside her as she came. Her pussy convulsed around his