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“You’ve got five seconds to get off the bed and get dressed,” I growl.

She raises a brow. “If I don’t?”

“I’ll shove my cock inside you and fuck you so hard, you’ll spend half the night screaming your throat raw.”

Lauren doesn’t move a muscle, except to send me a kittenish smile. Damn it, the woman is playing with matches around dry kindling sprinkled with gunpowder and topped by dynamite.

“Promises, promises,” she purrs.

She isn’t just inviting; she’s taunting.

The strategist in me knows I need to rein in my lust, ask why she’s here, and demand to know where she sees our relationship heading after the fabulous fuck she’s goading me into. But if I give in, I might as well give up after her orgasms. Tipping my hand and showing her exactly how much power she has over me will leave me with no bargaining chip after the night is through.

The man in me only cares about getting inside her sooner than now.

Damn it.

I stalk closer and toe off my loafers. “One I will deliver on.”

My tight black T-shirt whisks off a second later. My jeans about two ticks after that. I climb on the bed and insinuate my body between her legs. My tongue thrusts deep inside her as my cock does. I thank god she’s wet enough to take me in one plunge.

Lauren gasps. “Noah!”

Home. Perfect. Mine.

I moan, the sound tortured and guttural. Has anything ever felt this good?

Ravenous for her taste, her smell, her touch, I submerge myself in her. Punishing lashes of my tongue combine with hard strokes of my cock. I sink deep, deeper.

It isn’t enough. It never will be.

Her free hand plows through my hair, clutching at me as she tilts her hips, mewls, and invites me even farther inside her.

“Fuck yes.” The snarl tears from my chest as pleasure shoots through my body.

Of course I’m aroused; I’m inside Lauren. But knowing she’s come to me—and will soon come with me—that’s boiling my blood.

But I need something else…

Without missing a beat, I jerk the mask from Lauren’s face. She blinks, those long lashes fluttering at me, even as her pussy does the same around my cock. She doesn’t look away. Her gaze lays her bare. Vulnerable. No anger, no fear, no reticence. Only acceptance.

She’s seemingly giving me her total surrender.

Her expression reaches inside me, elevating my desire until I feel feral, until my heart feels like it might burst.

Lauren is destroying me. Not little by little, but in great, big gnawing hunks. And still I can’t stop.

The scarf tied around her left wrist. It has to go.

With a mighty tug, I rip the offending black wisp away. I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t care. I only know both her hands are free now.

“Touch me,” I plead, voice harsh against her mouth. “Hold me.”

She wraps her arms around me, holding me closer as I propel into her tight, clinging pussy again. Again. Again. Until I want nothing else. Until I can think of nothing else.

“Noah.” My name falls from her lips.

I don’t answer. I can’t. Instead, I grip her hips, tilt her up even more and fuck her wildly.