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his cock nudging her opening. He still wore his clothes, the fabric of his dress shirt rubbing against her back. “This is going to be hard and fast.”
    He entered her, the burning invasion stretching her just beyond comfortable. But she didn’t care. It had been so long since she’d had anyone filling her, and the fact that it was Sawyer almost brought tears to her eyes.
    Sex had never been their problem. Even while engaging in role play, it had been the one honest thing between them. They’d silently bared their souls completely each and every time they’d made love. But as soon as they were done, the guilt over her lies had nearly shredded her.
    And she was still lying.
    Sawyer groaned as his cock slid deeper inside of her, eased by her slippery arousal. He curled his hand under her and played with her clit as he slammed into her over and over again, pushing her onto the balls of her feet with every thrust.
    It was all too much—the sensation of him filling her, the scraping of his fingernail on her clit, the scratch of his slacks on her thighs—she couldn’t hold back even if she wanted to.
    What started out as a flutter in her lower belly grew into a full-out body quake. Her muscles tensed and her eyes flew shut as her pussy clenched and released relentlessly. Heat spread throughout her core, and the waves of bliss shattered her, leaving her breathless and broken.
    Before she recovered, a silent Sawyer stilled behind her, the only movement that of his cock twitching inside her as his come jetted into the condom.
    Reality of the situation crept its way into her consciousness like a fifty-pound weight sitting on her chest.
    How could she handle six more nights with him when already a part of her clamored to tell him the truth about why she left?
    But the truth could get him killed. She couldn’t forget that for a second.
    Sawyer’s heat disappeared, leaving her chilled and confused. He slid her dress back over her thighs before issuing his gravelly command. “Clear your schedule for the week, Annaliese. Starting tomorrow, you’re mine.”

Chapter Five
    K EYS IN HAND , Lisa climbed the stairs up to her condo. The night of Cole and Danielle’s wedding turned out to be the longest night of Lisa’s life.
    After Sawyer had ordered her to be available to him for the week, he’d stormed out of the room. In a fog and questioning whether she’d really made love to her husband or imagined it, she found her way to the guest bathroom, where one look in the mirror gave her confirmation. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy. Anyone who looked at her would know she’d just been fucked hard and good.
    She’d spent a few minutes setting herself back to rights and returned to the reception, where she stayed busy, both to avoid Rachel’s questions and to keep her mind off the deal she’d made with Sawyer. What she couldn’t avoid was the sensation of Sawyer’s gaze on her. Even as the night cooled the air, it had made her hot and kept her painfully aware of the delicious soreness between her legs.
    At least he’d had the decency to leave the party right after dinner.
    With sunrise on the horizon, all she wanted to do right now was slide into bed and sleep for the next eight hours. She needed a clear head to figure out how she could get out of her arrangement with Sawyer. There was no way in hell she could go through with it.
    Her first instinct was to run. After having spent most of her life doing just that, the compunction about packing up her belongings and making a fresh start under a new identity pressed hard on her. As Sawyer’s presence suggested, her past was catching up with her.
    Who else might have recognized her from the photograph? If Sawyer found her, could the rest be far behind?
    But if she ran now, she’d miss the life she’d built for herself these past few years. There was nothing like getting