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she held her breath, stifling it. His tongue flirted over her lips, a seductive promise that filled her with hunger. She refused him entry, digging her nails into her palms to keep herself from reaching up and clasping his broad shoulders.
    He moved lower, kissing her throat, pressing her closer, crushing her breasts to his chest. Abraded by the starched crispness of his linen shirt, her nipples hardened to painful little points. She had to breathe. There was simply no choice. She released her breath in a low, mewling moan. To her horror, she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her breasts against him, seeking more of the sensation that was driving her insane.
    He lowered his head, blazing a trail of fire with his lips over her collarbone and down to capture a pebbled nipple. His tongue circled the stiff peak—hot, sweet moisture that melted every bone in her body. Her head fell back against the wall. Another mewling, pleading sound escaped her and her hips thrust forward, her cunt pressing against his well-muscled leg of its own volition.
    He suckled her and she clutched his head, moaning uncontrollably. The weight of his erection pressed against her belly, making her achingly aware of how empty her cunt was. Her channel clenched and her honey flowed, drenching her, preparing her for him. For his hardness, his bigness.
    He lifted his head and cold air hit her nipple with painful effect. A plea for his return rose to her lips, but she bit it back. Balling her fists, she resisted reaching out for him.
    The conquest should have been hers. She should be on her knees at this moment, with his cock nestled in the back of her throat, driving him mad with pleasure. Imprinting herself indelibly on his memory for all time. Instead, she was the one quivering with overwhelming need.
    She hated him for this. Indisputably, she did.
    “Beth, you’ve a choice to make. You can go and get dressed and I’ll see you sent home”—he set his hand at the base of her throat—“or you can stay where you are and be thoroughly fucked against this wall.”
    At the power he displayed, heat pulsed through her body with such stunning force that nothing else mattered. There would be ample time, later, to hate him.
    “Look at me, Beth.”
    She opened her eyes. For God’s sake, must he talk her to death? Why didn’t he just do it?
    “What’s your choice?”
    The nervous flutters in her belly escaped as a laugh as he backed away. The unhurried motion of his fingers moving along the buttons on his fall set her trembling with anticipation.
    “Now, Beth,” he said, as he worked the last button undone.
    He came for her.
    She gasped and backed against the wall.
    He cupped her bottom, lifting her away from the wall—lifting her up until her legs rode over his arms. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms tightly behind his neck. Pray God he didn’t drop her. Fear tingled through her, heightening the excitement as he throbbed against her wetness.
    “Plead for me,” he breathed.
    “Yes, you arrogant bastard, fuck me. Now. For God’s sake, now .”
    He nipped at her earlobe. “Use my name.”
    “Fuck me, Grey, please fuck me har— ah! ”
    Hands on her bottom, he pulled her wet heat down onto his cock. Hard as iron, his erection filled her, stretched her. The suddenness, the sweet satisfaction of it made her cry out. He lifted her until he came all the way out. The loss of fullness and pressure was devastating and she tried to push down, but he held her firm. Then, ruthlessly, he pulled her down again, reawakening all the intensity of that earlier moment. Delicious pleasure made her weak and she went limp as she felt a shudder pass through his body.
    “God,” he breathed. His cock throbbed within her as he held still, then he lifted her and pulled her down, again and again, with excruciating slowness.
    Just when she expected him to tire and rest, his movements built in speed. Over and over and over. Fucking her like no one else ever had. Using