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morning. There were some people who were simply born to lead, born to conquer. She’d long ago given up fighting her nature, trying to fit into a man’s world as society’s vision of a woman. She was strong-willed, opinionated, smart and driven. She wouldn’t apologize for any of those things. One look at this stranger’s face had proven she’d found a kindred spirit.
    “Bend over more,” he commanded, his hand on her upper back, pushing her lower. She complied, her palms flat against the bricks. She used her arms not only to support her against his potent onslaught, but to move back into his painfully beautiful blows. She couldn’t get enough of him.
    “God,” she gasped. “Harder.”
    His hands on her hips tightened and he doubled his speed, pounding inside her in the way she’d only ever dreamed of. Her dominant personality tended to scare away stronger men, leaving her with bedmates who were too gentle, too meek, too fucking lame to waste her time on. She craved this man’s strength, his confidence, his skill.
    She’d covertly watched him all night, warring with herself over whether or not to approach him. The closeness she’d seen between him and Carter had solidified her decision to approach him. She knew Carter to be a shrewd, intelligent, honorable man. He wouldn’t be friends with anyone who didn’t share at least some of those traits and it was then she knew she’d offer her one-night stand. She’d been shocked when he approached her first.
    “Goddammit,” he murmured against the back of her head. She tilted her face, loving the feeling on his hot breath on her cheek as he bent over her. “So fucking good.”
    She agreed. It was perfect. His words triggered a reaction and she gave herself up to her third—and strongest—orgasm yet.
    This time, she took him down with her, his body jerking into her one, two, three more times as he came. She rested her forehead against the wall, praying it didn’t leave scratches on her face. They could be hard to explain in the morning.
    Both of them were gasping for breath, neither of them in a hurry to move, to part. She felt his cock softening in her body. It was over. Her most wicked fantasy realized. How many nights had she lain in bed and masturbated to the image of some faceless man approaching her in an alley, pushing her against the wall, taking her? She’d just given herself to a tall, dark, handsome, commanding stranger and she had to admit the reality was a hell of a lot hotter than the dream.
    Her traitorous body quivered a bit, sorry to see it end and ready to do it all again. He must have felt her reaction, so his words surprised her.
    “Stand up.”
    Regretfully, she pushed herself upright, reaching down to slip her skirt back over her hips. He pulled off the condom and disposed of it in a dumpster a few feet away before zipping up his pants. Within seconds, they were both decently covered once more.
    Her panties were lying on the ground and she bent to retrieve them, but he halted her with a firm hand on her upper arm.
    “Leave them there.”
    Her eyes narrowed and she bristled at his continually condescending tone. It wasn’t one that ever worked well with her. It reminded her too much of her strict father.
    While she’d enjoyed this stranger’s strength as he fucked her, she wasn’t a woman who would ever be commanded, ordered about.
    “No,” she said, starting to bend once more. She was surprised when he released her arm, bent down and quickly scooped up her panties before she could reach them. She held out her hand, but he shook his head and put them in his pants pocket.
    “Give them to me.” She held her hand up higher.
    He grinned. “Nope. They’re mine. Little souvenir.”
    “I’m not fucking Disneyland. Give me my panties.”
    He moved forward, once more pushing her against the bar’s rough wall. Before it had been a turn-on, but now it was a power play that merely annoyed her. He may have her in the height and build