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refasten her pants while holding up her bra. “Will you at least fasten this thing so I can pull myself together here?”
    Kon stepped behind her and took hold of the ends of her bra. The instant she released it, he flicked the ugly thing off her and slingshotted it over her head. Darla grabbed her breasts. The pants fell. Kon seized her around the waist and lifted her as he kicked her pants and sandals halfway across the room.
    “How dare you!” she howled, fighting like a tigress against his hold, her back pressed to his front. They stumbled around like that, tripping on electrical cords and nearly knocking over Grandma Drummond’s Victorian piano bench.
    Darla wore only that wispy, nearly invisible thong, and the muscles of her ass pummeled his cock as she squirmed and thrashed. Not too shabby as cheap thrills went. Her skin was hot satin. She smelled of vanilla and lavender and woman.
    “We don’t have time for garter belts and shit like that.” Kon’s words came in harsh grunts. Her hair whipped his face and caught in his mouth. “Settle down.” If he had an extra few hours to kill, he’d let her do the sexy-lingerie routine, let her gradually get comfortable with the process, and with him, while gently coaxing her toward the full monty. But time, as they said, was money, and as usual, “they” were right.
    “If you’ve seen my work,” he huffed, “then you know I don’t do cheesy lingerie shots.”
    “I’m the goddamn. Paying. Customer.” She punctuated her words with blind backward kicks to his shins. “I get to decide.”
    Kon hauled her off her feet, inadvertently grabbing a breast as he did so. It was a fine, firm breast and made a more than decent handle as he wrestled her crosswise onto the bench, pinning her body with his and shackling her wrists behind her back one-handed.
    They remained that way for long seconds, panting from their exertions, her butt angled high and still pressed to what was now a blue-ribbon hard-on. Kon felt his heart pounding—felt her heart pounding, too, against his other hand. He eased his grip on her breast, letting it fill his hand like a ripe, heavy fruit. He weighed the silky flesh, gently stroked and molded it. The nipple pulled into a tight bud, teasing his palm.
    Kon sucked in a breath. Darla was still breathing hard, but said nothing. Still holding her wrists, he leaned down and kissed her neck. She trembled. He gave in to the impulse to lightly bite the place he’d kissed.
    A ragged whimper issued from her throat. “What are you doing?”
    “You’re delicious.” He drew the scent of her deep into his lungs, the perfume of desire she was helpless to suppress. “I can’t resist.”
    And he couldn’t. Kon was going to fuck this woman. He was going to take her right there, right then, on Grandma’s piano bench under the blazing lights. His cock was practically bursting out of his pants. Darla Carmody was one of the hottest women he’d ever met, a woman of stunning natural sensuality, and the best part was, she had no clue about this part of her nature.
    Which, of course, only made her hotter—to him, at least. Kon was going to use Darla’s body in every way possible and he was going to enjoy the hell out of it. Because it would be strictly a one-time deal. After she strolled out that door, they’d never set eyes on each other again.
    That part was nonnegotiable, a self-preservation tactic he’d learned the hard way. Three expensive times. Do not let her get close. Do not let her get under your skin.
    Kon stroked his fingers around the side of Darla’s breast and down her back, savoring the feminine curves and hollows. He ran a finger along the edge of the thong to where it dipped between her ass cheeks.
    She jumped and glanced at him over her shoulder. “Kon... I don’t think this is a good idea.”
    “I think it’s the best idea I’ve had all day.” He skimmed his fingers lower, over the drenched silk that declared her a liar. “And I