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Her body pulsed at his words, and she moaned.
His hips
pistoned fast and furious, and she rose to meet his punishing thrusts.

He rolled them over so she sprawled on top of him.
He jerked
her dress the rest of the way down her arms so it bunched around her waist.
A
hard, sharp blow landed full on her ass.
She reared up, planting her hands on
his broad chest.
Yes, this was what she needed.

“Say it,” he ordered.
“Tell me to fuck you.”

The words wouldn’t leave her throat.
He delivered a rapid
series of slaps that caused a fiery burn to race along her skin.
Throwing her
hips back into his waiting palm, she slammed her pussy down on his cock.

He groaned.
“Yes, work that cunt.”

The pressure began to coil tighter.
He smacked her again.
“Say it.”

Her body clamped around him and the words ripped from her
throat.
“Fuck me!”

He rolled her back over and pounded into her, driving her
body high and higher until she shattered.
Her vision blurred and dimmed as a
climax crashed over her in never-ending waves.

Above her, Lukas let out a guttural shout, his hips pumping
in release.

Spent, and exhausted, they collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Abby stared at the contemporary brown and sage green area
rug they lay on in the middle of Lukas’ foyer, her chest heaving as she panted
for breath.

She was in so much trouble.

Chapter Seven

The following evening, Abby tugged at the short, frayed jean
skirt.
Twisting around, she examined herself in the mirror.
The tight, white
v-necked, sleeveless top showed plenty of cleavage.

Was it too revealing?

As she’d promised herself, when she went shopping this
afternoon to buy something for tonight, she’d picked clothes she’d fallen in
love with.
The skirt and tee was exactly the kind of cute, trendy outfit she
would have lusted after but been too uncertain to buy.
And the woman at the
store had said it was perfect for the causal birthday party Lukas was taking
her to.

But now that it was on, she couldn’t help feeling exposed.
The dress from last night hadn’t been her choice, but this was.
She pivoted in
front of the mirror, checking herself from all angles.
She blew out a hard
breath.

This fretting was not helping the nerves fluttering in her
stomach.

She still didn’t understand why Lukas asked her to go.
Of
course, she’d refused.
It seemed prudent to focus their relationship on sex.
After last night, Lukas Marlow was far too intoxicating, and she could easily
become emotionally involved.

She wasn’t delusional enough to think she could keep him
long term.

She’d assumed his offer was to be nice, and after she’d
declined, the subject would drop.
But that hadn’t happened.
He’d pressed and
refuted every one of her many excuses until he cajoled her into going, and that
had been the end of the discussion.

It had been the same last night when she’d tried to leave
his bed.

She’d always heard men couldn’t wait for a woman to leave.
So after every bout of sex, she’d gotten up to go home.
Lukas held her down,
distracting her and making her laugh, and eventually he’d fucked the thought
right out of her.

She flushed, her belly dropping to her toes as she
remembered all the dirty things he’d said to her.
All the wild, kinky things
they’d done.
Sex with Lukas was nothing like she’d anticipated.
The man had
been insatiable, driving her to one orgasm after another.

One night with him made her realize what her problem had
been with sex all these years.
All her previous experiences had been vanilla
and tame, and as Lukas pointed out last night—“Sweet doesn’t do it for you.
You
like the rough stuff.
You just never met a man who could pull it off.”
He’d
spoken the truth.
When he spanked, pinched and pulled, taking her hard and
deep, she went crazy.

It made her uncomfortable, how much she wanted him, the
heights he drove her to.
She didn’t know if she could take it without losing
her heart to him.

Was she willing to pay the price to live out her fantasies?

In the mirror, she stared at her reflection, her chin
tilting up with resolve.
She’d made a promise to herself to see this through.
She would not run.
When she’d sent that email, she vowed not to hide, to throw
everything she had into the experience, to hold nothing back.

If she lost her heart, and she suspected she would, so be
it.

The doorbell rang, startling her out of her thoughts.
No
time to change now, she gave herself another cursory once-over.
At least the
clothes were for her.

With that, she flew down the stairs and swung open the door.

Propped against the door frame, hands shoved into his jeans,
Lukas wore his most wicked smile, lone dimple on full display.
In a black knit
shirt that highlighted his lean muscles, he looked gorgeous and dangerous.
Lascivious intent gleamed in his brown eyes, and her mouth went dry.

They stared at each other for a full thirty seconds before
he swooped in and kissed her.
Lips slanted over hers, he possessed her, claimed
her while his big hands roamed over her body.
With a low growl, he walked her
back, kicking the door closed behind him.
The blood rushed hot and fast in her
veins and she plastered herself against him, rubbing along his erection.

She did this to him, her—Abby Simmons.

He broke the kiss, running his thumb over her bottom lip.
“I’ve been dreaming about that eager little mouth wrapped around my cock all
day.”

Without hesitation, she reached for the button on his jeans,
released his straining erection and dropped to her knees.

“Shit, Abby, I didn’t mean—” His words stalled when she
wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed.

Last night she’d learned that she loved the feel of him in
her hand and mouth.
She’d loved the taste, the smooth slide of velvet skin over
his long, hard length.
He’d let her explore to her heart’s content, offering
helpful suggestions and groaning encouragement when she’d done something
particularly pleasing.

She licked the slit, running her tongue up and down the tiny
opening while she raised her eyes to look at him.

A feral expression on his face, he stared down at her.
With
slow deliberateness, she ran her tongue from base to tip, and his eyes went
dark and wild.
The air shifted, filling with the anticipation that came when he
took control.

She shivered and squeezed harder.

He buried his hand in her hair and urged her forward.
“Suck
my cock.”

Without breaking eye contact, she took only the head into
her mouth and created a tight, wet suction while she swirled her tongue around
and around.

Grip tightening, his fisted her hair until a pinprick of
pain burned at her scalp.
“More.
Take it all.”

On a deep swallow, she released her hand and she drew him in
as far into her throat as she could.

Her pussy clenched when he gave a shout.

With her palms, she cupped his ass to hold him close,
bobbing her head along his rigid length.
She looked up at him.

Their eyes locked.

On a ragged breath, he shook his head.
“God, that mouth.”

Encouraged, she sucked harder, longer, moving to cup his
balls in one hand and roll them the way he’d shown her.

He pumped his hips.
“Harder, faster, make me come, Abby.”

She obeyed without question, her own desire building as his
thrusts grew more urgent.
She moved up and down the length of him, flicking and
swirling her tongue along the slit.
He lengthened, thickened, and a rush of
anticipation flooded through her.
Doubling her efforts, she created such a
tight suction she had him growling.
She didn’t let up, ruthlessly working him,
loving every minute of this power she had over him.

He bowed, shoving his cock deep.

“Fuucckkk!”
he yelled seconds before hot, salty come shot
into the back of her throat.
Greedy for the taste of him, she kept up her fast
rhythm, swallowing every drop while she sucked him dry.

He pulled out and leaned down to devour her mouth with his
own.
She’d been surprised the first time he’d kissed her after, assuming he’d
want her to clean up.
But Lukas wasn’t like that.
He’d told her sex was better
messy.
Since she’d loved everything thing they’d done together, she had no
choice but to believe him.

She threw herself into his kiss, vibrating with desire and
empowered in a way she’d never experienced before.

He yanked her up from the floor and they broke apart,
breathing ragged.

Grinning, he zipped his jeans.
“Now that’s a greeting a man
could get used to.”

She laughed.

He swiped his thumb across her lower lip.
“I had other plans
in mind, but once you fell to your knees, I was a goner.”

Heat stained her cheeks even as pleasure bloomed in her
chest.

He gripped her shoulders, holding her away from him, running
his hot gaze over her body.
Her nipples puckered when he lingered at her chest
and licked his lips.

Never would she have guessed her breasts were so responsive.
Maybe because no one else had ever paid such exquisite attention to them.
Until
Lukas, who acted as if he were paying homage every time he touched them.
Last
night he’d played with them constantly, using her sensitivity to keep her at
the edge of need.

She drew in a deep breath when he palmed her nipples and
rubbed.

“You look good enough to eat.”
His hands skimmed lower, down
her quivering stomach, over the flare of her hips, to her smooth bare thighs.
Reaching under the hem, he glided his fingers up over her panties to slip
inside.
He circled her clit before plunging deep within her pussy.
“This outfit
is perfect for what I have in mind.”

Knees wobbling, she reached for his shoulders to keep
steady.

“Wider,” he commanded in that low voice he used when he was
turned-on.

Not even a thought of disobeying crossed her mind as she
spread her legs.
He pumped, letting the heel of his hand rub her clit.
The
scent of sex surrounded her as she moaned and tilted her hips, seeking the hard
pressure she needed to send her over the edge.
Her back broke out in fine beads
of sweat.
She heard the wet sounds of his fingers driving in and out of her.
The orgasm hovered just out of her reach.
Her pussy clenched, and he stopped so
abruptly, she swayed.
Catching her balance, she scowled.

Hands resting on her hips, he laughed.
“Don’t glare.”

“What are you doing?”
Her body buzzed, she’d been so close.
Irritated, she blew out a puff of air.

“I love how your pussy is always dripping wet for me.”
Ignoring her question, his fingers slipped inside her panties again, dancing
along her slippery folds to prove his point.
Then he threaded his thumbs along
the strings that constituted her underwear and pulled until they snapped.
“You
won’t be needing these.”

A sudden flare of panic spiked.
What was he up to?
Trying to
play it cool, she asked, “You don’t expect me to meet your friends with no
panties, do you?”

He tugged at the fabric between her legs.
An involuntarily
groan escaped her lips as he made sure to pull the fabric over her sensitive
clit.
The wicked smile he’d worn at the front door reappeared.
“Yeah, I do.”

“No.”
Even she had limits.

His nostrils flared, but his eyes flashed with heat.
“Don’t
say no to me.”

She cocked a brow.
“No.”
While her voice rang firm, she
couldn’t deny part of her liked the idea of being naked with only Lukas the
wiser.

It was exactly the kind of thing she’d always fantasized
about.

He growled low in his throat and lunged.

With a screech, she ran.
She made it into the living room
before a strong arm grabbed her waist.
She struggled, becoming more and more
excited, while he encircled both her arms in a death grip and lifted her off
the floor.
Hot breath filled her ear as he dragged her down to the couch and
turned her over his knee.
When he yanked her skirt up over her waist, sanity
began to prevail.

No, even she couldn’t do this.
She protested, “Lukas, wait…”

A hard smack landed across her ass and she yelped.
“If
you’re going to be a bad girl, you’ve got to pay the price.”

She squeezed her lids shut tight.
Oh, she liked this.
Craved
it.
All this afternoon when she’d been away from him, she’d thought about it
constantly.

Slap, slap, slap.

The sound reverberated throughout the room.
Pain, heat and
pleasure all mixed into one and she forgot her protests, arching into his
touch.
Again and again, his open palm landed on her ass until they were both
panting.

He slid his fingers up and down her wet slit and gave a
long, put-upon sigh.
“This isn’t working.”

Her heart stopped.
What did he mean?
“Wh-what…?”

“You like getting your ass smacked too much.”
His voice took
on a diabolical tone that caused shivers to run all over her aching body, her
sudden anxiety disappearing.
“I have no other choice but to come up with a
different punishment.”
He toyed with her clit, lightly stroking to drive her
crazy.