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“Shelby?”

She dropped to her knees. “Let me.” Not a question. She held the condom packet in one hand, but she made no move to roll the condom on his straining dick. Instead, her free hand guided his dick to her mouth. Her lips parted. She took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Every muscle locked down. “Shelby.”

She’d just taken the head inside. Her tongue brushed over him, stroking the sensitive tip. Then she pulled more of his cock into her mouth. She sucked him. Licked.

A snarl broke from him. His hands grabbed for her. He lifted her up. Trapped her against the wall once more. “Wrap your legs around me. Now.”

But she didn’t. She did put the condom on him. Took three tries because her hands were trembling and⁠—

“Legs around me. Now.”

She curled her legs around his waist as he held her. The condom was in place, and he drove deep. A plunging, driving thrust because he had to get balls deep inside of her.

Hot.

Tight.

Too good. Too perfect.

His.

She cried out when he sank into her. Not a sound of pain. Pleasure. She rubbed her hot core against him, rocking. Her hands clamped around his shoulders. Her nails bit into the fabric of his shirt.

He withdrew, easing back until she just held the head of his cock in her and then…

Deep.

Over and over. In and out.

Her cries grew frantic, demanding. Every thrust had him growling. Had the savage need within him rising more and more and more. Harder. Hotter. More savage. Primal. His hips slammed against her, his dick slammed into her, and her tight grip had all rational thoughts vanishing.

Hunter worked a hand between their bodies even as his head bent and his mouth pressed to her neck. He licked her skin. Kissed her. Sucked. Bit.

“Hunter!”

His fingers stroked her clit, again, again, and she jolted against him as a second orgasm hit her. That had been what he wanted. What he needed to feel. The even tighter clamp of her inner muscles around him as she climaxed.

He erupted into her. Pouring hot and hard with his release, and he bellowed her name.

His heartbeat thundered. His fingers slid away from her clit. His other hand remained at her waist, holding her in place. His breath sawed in and out. In and out.

He pushed harder inside of her, not wanting to leave. Never wanting to leave her. His head lifted. “You’re not getting rid of me.”

Her inner muscles squeezed him so hard. “I want you safe.”

“Fuck safety. I just want you.” He’d have her. Again. Over and over. Carefully, he eased out of her.

She murmured a little protest, and the sound was music to his ears.

He righted his clothes. Ditched the condom. But when he saw her trying to get dressed again, Hunter shook his head. “Forget it, sweetheart, we are not done.”

Her head turned toward him. “Hunter…I need an explanation. The guy outside⁠—”

“John Henry will make sure no bomb-planting prick gets close tonight. For now, I’m taking you to bed.”

“I won’t sleep.”