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bumped into each other in their rush to resume the fantasy.
    “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he warned. She’d pushed him too far. He’d been a loose electrical wire all night and she’d triggered the spark.
    “Do it,” she demanded. Her hand grasped his hard cock and he sucked in a pained breath. He’d never been this erect, this ready. Jesus. He’d never make it to her cunt if she kept touching him like that.
    Pulling her hand away, he took the condom from her and covered himself in one smooth, practiced move. Lifting her hips, he positioned himself at the opening of her body. Pausing, he realized he was about to take her, take this virtual stranger against the back wall of the bar. They were out in the open, in clear view should anyone venture their way. The idea was heady, the moment one of the most exciting of his life.
    “What are you waiting for?” she prodded. “An engraved invitation?”
    Smartass.
    God, she was fantastic. Fascinating. Fucked.

    Francesca moaned as the man pushed into her. What the hell was she doing? She wasn’t this kind of person. She didn’t invite a complete stranger to have sex with her against the wall of a bar.
    It was stress, pure and simple. She was letting her everyday life get to her and she was acting in a way so out of character, she wasn’t sure she could even recognize the feminine voice begging the man to take her harder, faster.
    The brick wall at her back scratched her sensitive skin through her shirt, the slight pain driving her arousal higher. She was on fire, her body at war with her conscience. Sex had never been this raw, this hot, this damn good. His grip on her ass tightened as he lifted her higher. She arched her back slightly, guaranteeing he could move in deeper. The adjustment had him touching that very magical place she could usually only find alone with her vibrator. No man had ever managed the feat.
    “Jesus,” she groaned, her fingers digging into the material of his shirt, looking for something to anchor her to this spot forever. Stars started to appear behind her closed eyelids and she knew she was quickly approaching the point of no return.
    The man growled as her orgasm struck. It was no slow build-up. No gradual occurrence. It struck like lightning, flashing through her with such intensity, her toes curled in her high heels, her legs gripping his waist like a vise. He continued to thrust inside her as she came. He gave her no surcease, no rest. Her head swam with the realization he wasn’t finished with her yet.
    Thank God.
    “Put your legs down.” His voice was gruff, hard, the unfamiliar sound reminding her that she was indeed having sex with a stranger.
    She frowned, wanting to protest. She may be a shark at work, but she always played fair. He hadn’t gotten his due. “We’re not stopping. You didn’t come yet.”
    “I want to fuck you from behind.”
    His declaration sent a fresh round of juices to her pussy and she quickly complied, dropping her legs, though the damn things were unable to support her weight. He’d fucked her silly already.
    “Easy,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around her waist, twisting her until she faced the wall. He moved her body like she was made of clay, forming her, molding her until she was positioned just the way he wanted. She’d never let a man guide her like this.
    Another part of the fantasy? She wasn’t sure, but there wasn’t time to consider her response when he shoved his cock to the hilt in one rough push.
    She moaned, her body instantly welcoming him back with a mini-climax that shuddered throughout her frame. She vaguely heard him curse and she grinned, aware of the knowledge she was shaking some of Mr. Cool, Calm and Collected’s well-practiced restraint.
    She’d seen him the second she’d entered the bar. He was hard to miss, sitting alone with a quiet confidence that seemed to proclaim the world was his for the taking. She could relate. She saw that same look in her mirror every