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released a masculine growl and tried to control the unnerving urges welling inside him. His cock thrummed in his slacks. His balls seemed heavier with each step. “You’re in trouble, beautiful.”
    “Promises, promises,” she teased.
    They entered the suite with Kemper loosening his tie and Carly kicking off her high heels. Seconds later, he ripped open his shirt, pinned her to the wall, and slammed the door to their hotel room.
    Crushing the weight of his body against hers, he whispered, “Tell me something, baby. Have I ever made a promise that I didn’t keep?”

Three
     
    Carly was need-ridden, totally lust-driven. The groping in the foyer had quickly turned into an insatiable grind. Their bodies came together as if a chemical compound held them in place. Even their ravenous desires couldn’t separate them for the greater good. They couldn’t put enough distance between them long enough to strip away their clothes.
    Kemper’s kisses were maddening, yet controlled. He forced her lips apart with a tantalizing tongue, thrusting inside her mouth with a hunger she couldn’t explain, but she could certainly feed. In that particular moment, she took better than she gave.
    Kemper kissed her into complete submission, making her want with an unexplainable craving. He drove her crazy and pushed her well beyond her limits. The worst thing about it? He damn well knew how to manipulate her body and leave her yearning for far more than he was willing to give her in the short run.
    Lifting her to him, Kemper yanked her short dress high above her thighs, dry humping until she could’ve sworn she felt his hard cock impaling her. His engorged head stabbed at his slacks and punctured her dampened panties. Each new thrust left another inch of material buried between her saturated folds.
    “Have you missed me, babe?” He slammed his body against hers and gave her the kind of kiss that made mountains move and dwellings shake. She met his movements with a strangled cry, a breathless whisper, perhaps a drawn-out sigh. Pushing against her, he worked his hips in a circular motion, driving her right up to the brink of climax.
    “Oh God, Kemper,” she rasped.
    “Tell me all about it, beautiful.” He watched her then as if he had every intention of tormenting her. He wanted her to beg. He liked to hear her grovel.
    Stretching her neck, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the way his mouth traveled up and down her neck. Planting pecks along the underside of her jaw, he asked, “Have you missed having my cock inside you?”
    “God, yes,” she replied, wrenching away from the wall and bearing down on his thick penis. She stroked him with her hand, digging her nails into his slacks, longing to rip them apart, tear them to shreds.
    The sex fest was straight ahead. She felt the pulse of his member, the warmth in his shaft. Heat pooled around her folds and she released a sudden gasp as his sinful mouth went to her ear.
    “Damn you for going in that restaurant,” he breathed, gripping her ass and holding her body against his rigid form.
    “It was a bad idea,” she agreed. “It’s been too long. I...knew better.”
    Too long? She almost laughed aloud. She responded to him like they’d been apart for years when it had only been a few short days. Good God, how would she react to his touch when a month or more separated them? The lapsed time had obviously fed their hunger and destroyed her self-control.
    Kemper locked her legs behind his hips and carried her to the living room. Lowering her to the back of the sofa, he stood between her parted legs. He stepped away long enough to unzip his fly and lower his slacks and briefs.
    Coming for her again, he framed her face with his large hands, and ate at her lips once more. The nipping and nibbling destroyed her. She moaned into their kiss, longing to touch him, desperate to feel him stroking her, taking her, and oh yes, stripping away every last one of her defenses.
    There was urgency in his