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Of course I do, I even remember the little sound she made watching them.

Two blocks.

“Did you see how rough he was with her?”

I swallow. Nod.

“I want you to fuck me like that tonight.”

Her building comes into view and I pull over, somehow being blessed by a parking spot right in front. A sharp blast of air has the wet lace flying out of my mouth, it lands somewhere in the dark car. I’ll find it later.

“Get out,” I say briskly, shifting the Cutlass into park.

She chuckles in response, which is cute now, but she has no idea what she’s in for. Tucking myself back inside, I zip up my pants. She grabs her clutch and we throw open the doors and get out. As soon as she rounds the hood of the car, I scoop her up and carry her the rest of the way because no matter how fast she walks in heels, it’s not fast enough. I bolt up the stairs and set her down at the front door, she taps the code, and I follow behind her, racing up the stairs.

My mouth is on her neck and I hear her key stutter against the lock.

“Open the door, baby.”

“I’m trying. You’re not helping.”

I nip her neck before taking the keys from her hand, unlocking the door in one try and shoving it open. We stumble into the entryway of her apartment and I kick the door shut, cupping her face and sliding my hands into her hair. Her desperate, needy whimpers make me want to drop to my knees. She drops her clutch and I drop her keys. I walk her backwards, my jacket hits the floor first, then her coat. She grips my dress shirt and untucks it from my pants, getting started on the buttons. I slip the straps off her shoulders. Fumbling, we hit a wall, and Anna laughs against my mouth as I catch her by the waist and turn us, backing her into the kitchen instead of the bedroom. I don’t care. I crowd her against the countertop and she gives up on the shirt, going straight into unzipping and pushing down my pants and underwear. My cock springs free and she wraps a hand around me again.

“Bedroom?” she pants.

“Too far.”

The overhead light is off, but the city glow comes through the window above the sink, illuminating the space enough to see how fucking gorgeous she is with her dress shoved below her breasts.

“It’s right down the hall.”

“Completely unreasonable distance.” She pushes her dress down, and it pools around her ankles. Gripping the back of her thighs, I lift her to the edge of the counter and she spreads her legs, her pussy glistening in the ambient lighting. Fuck yes. I dip my head to suck her nipple into my mouth. I catch her wrists roughly, stilling her hands.

“You sure?” I ask one more time.

She gives a Cheshire smile. “Yes.”

I study her a moment longer, making sure there’s no hesitation. She stares right back with fire in her eyes, like she’s daring me to do my worst. “Safeword?”

“Red.”

God, I love this woman.

I hold her hands above her head, pinning them against a cabinet while my free hand delves between her thighs. She sucks in a breath when my thumb finds her clit, strumming and relishing how slick and wet she is.

“My Duchess wants it rough.”

She nods, making a small whimper and rolling her hips.

“Good. Because you’re going to give me your ass tonight, and you’re going to love it.”

Her lashes flutter and she sucks in a gasp.

“Words, sweetheart,” I tell her.

“Yes.” She nods, her tits sitting just a little bit higher with the breath she’s holding in her lungs.

“Yes, what?”