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Finn’s room from him, which if she was
thinking at all would be obvious. Where else does the manager and owner stay,
but the room behind the lobby desk?
    Tess
grabbed her temple rubbing. She was so out of it not to realize, and she nearly
walked out to go tell Finn she couldn’t take his room like that. But then she
realized that, yes, she was just that desperate to let Finn do this for her.
Because damn it, she needed it.
    After
some soul searching she let Finn’s amazing gesture rest and she moved her stuff
in. She needed some order and she needed bed, and she found out incredibly
after she took a shower and got into bed that she really, really needed
her vibrator. Why that was, when she was living with a twice broken heart, she
had no clue, but the vibe brought instant images of Vincent and hot sex, which
got her off, but it felt hollow as she drifted off to sleep.
    Then she
woke with a scream that was muffled by the hand clamped over her mouth. Her
body whipped up trying to struggle, but someone heavy … a man … pinned her
down.
    “Baby.”
    Ohmylord
it was Vincent! She bucked harder and
really started struggling, basically screaming beneath his hand. “Won’t hurt
you,” he growled. If he could have seen her face in the dark he’d know she was
frantically telling him with her eyes she did not give a shit. Get off her!
    “Jesus,”
he snapped, she’d tried to bite his hand and was gouging her nails into his
chest. “Two minutes,” he hissed. “Give me two fucking minutes. Then I’ll go.”
    She
stilled beneath him, but the second his hand moved from her mouth she started
screaming, until his mouth came down over her lips. One minute later, she moaned
into his mouth and realized with alarm that she was nothing but a slut. Then
her arms wound over his neck.
    Vincent
felt Tess giving him what he wanted … and he took it. He took it hard. They
both did, nipping, biting, and scratching on top of deep, urgent kissing. Then
he found out she was naked under the covers and he exploded.
    “Not
letting you think until I fuck you out of being mad,” he grated against her
passionately kissing lips as she lifted up to him, harshly moaning his name.
    He
raised enough to tear the covers off her and he had her lush, naked body in his
hands. Fuck, this was in him, cutting deep with this need to feel her curves.
To own them. He growled into her mouth sweeping his hands down her nude body,
until he had her pussy. She was wet and hot for him.
    Her nipping
mouth caught his bottom lip as her hands dug under his shirt with her nails
scraping him so fucking good. Her legs curled over his hips as she humped his
hand with needy jerks. He slid two fingers in her wet heat and she arrowed
beneath him with a high-pitched mew in her throat.
    He kissed
and nipped down her arched throat, then lower licking her breast, until he
found her taut nipple point.
    “Vincent,”
she cried, when he nipped it, while fucking her deep with his fingers.
    “You
like that,” he told her, his voice rumbled with lust, nipping again to her
bucking body.
    “Yes,”
she cried, scoring his back with her nails.
    “Gonna
give you more,” he growled, and he flipped her up until he had the melting heat
of her pussy in his mouth.
    He made
her come crying his name, then before she could clear her thinking, he tugged
off his clothes in the dark, and slid his cock into her with one solid, deep
plunge. She gave a cutoff gasp of his name. Her arms and legs clamped around
him as he began thrusting.
    “Lips,”
he urged her, and her mouth came up to take his mouth, feverishly. He made her
come, fucking her so deep the old bed they were in sounded as if it might
collapse any second.
    “Vincent,
Vincent!” she careened, kissing his jaw, his throat, and then nipping him as
her hands groped his ass. He was still planted deep. Hadn’t come yet. He
grabbed her hair, arching her throat until he could slowly lick her Adams
apple.
    “On your
knees,” he