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scraped him so raw, he doubted he could
    exercise the verbal control necessary to deflect Emily‟s questions. The
    demands of his dark side juiced his bloodstream. Everything inside him
    screamed for a hard, pounding fuck.
    So he was on his own.
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    Shower. He needed one desperately. Hot water dousing his skin,
    spray pelting his body, deep breaths . . . coming down off the lust high so
    he could sleep.
    And not think about the sexy vixen lying in her bed less than fifty feet
    from him.
    Grabbing his pajama pants from his bag, he made his way down the
    hall, toward the darkened bathroom. Soft light spilled down the hallway
    from her bedroom. Ignore it, he told himself. But when he turned for the
    bathroom and groped for the switch, he couldn‟t resist a peek over his
    shoulder at Alyssa‟s slightly ajar bedroom door.
    And her very visible, delectable leg bathed in golden light.
    Luc sucked in a breath as a million images of her in that bed
    bombarded him. Her arms and legs wide-open to him, her husky taunts and
    whispered encouragements drowning out logic. God, her mouth on his cock
    had been the most amazing experience . . . until he‟d worked his way into
    her tight pussy and damn near lost his mind. Then she‟d topped that by
    allowing him into that delectable ass, and he‟d sunk into her with barely
    leashed abandon, amazed by the fit and feel of her. And the fact she
    opened herself completely to whatever he wanted for six undivided hours.
    No one had ever affected him that much before. Or since.
    So being in the house with her now was as dangerous as bathing in
    gasoline before dancing around a bonfire.
    Suddenly, she twisted on the bed. The perfect view he‟d had changed
    as she moved her leg to the side, allowing him an unimpeded view of her
    taut calf and inner thigh.
    A few inches to her left and, if she‟d ditched her panties, he‟d see
    every spectacular bit of her wet flesh. Even now, his mouth watered as he
    remembered the addicting taste that had kept him coming back to her
    again and again.
    Alyssa moaned. Then thrashed again.
    Holy shit, is she — ?
    “Yes!” she cried out, then gasped to catch her breath.
    Masturbating. Hell.
    Go in the bathroom. Shut the door. Stay the fuck away . The litany of
    good advice ran through his head, and he sucked in a harsh breath, trying
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    to force himself to hear it over the pounding of his heart and the blood
    rushing to his cock.
    “Oh, yes!”
    Her hoarse, broken whisper fried his blood in his veins. He had to see
    her. Had to. Yes, she was bad for him, and he didn‟t want to be one of the
    many in her bed. But the woman was temptation personified. He‟d never
    seen another woman more equipped to lead a man into sin.
    Just one step . . .
    Luc left his pajama pants on the bathroom counter and moved closer
    to Alyssa‟s bedroom, wincing when his jeans chafed his erection. But one
    step was enough to bring only her hip into view. Lovely, but he wanted to
    see her self-pleasure. How she was doing it, how seriously she pursued it,
    how her body bowed when ecstasy hit.
    Damn, he felt like a sick bastard, but no way could he stop.
    Another step closer, then a third, until he was hovering just behind the
    crack in her door.
    Then he got an eyeful that lit him on fire. Alyssa wearing nothing but
    her red garters, sheer hose, and fuck-me shoes. She gripped her breast in
    one hand and, with the other, dove into her very wet folds.
    Luc staggered back, gripping the wall beside him for support. And he
    stared. Flames engulfed his balls, licked his cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck . . .
    Alyssa‟s fingers fluttered around her clit. Moisture gushed. Her thighs
    tightened, her back arching. He panted, glued to the sight. Seared.
    She thrashed again, spreading her legs wider. Then she plunged her
    fingers inside her drenched opening and bucked, whimpering.
    Luc clutched the doorknob tighter. God, how badly he wanted to go in
    there and give her relief,