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behind
her. She wiggled against him and he slapped her on the ass,
laughing a third time before testing her wetness with two
fingers.
    "Feels like your more than ready," he
said, one hand on her rump as his cock pierced her slit and slid
inside to fill her. "Oh, yeah. So good. So, so good."
    He began to move, long pulls of his
flesh from hers, exquisitely slow pushes as he drove himself deep.
Her body sizzled, nerve endings singing louder with each
stroke.
    The braided rag rug on the hardwood
floor padded her palms and knees, and as his rhythm increased, she
dropped to her elbows, her forehead on her joined hands. He was
rough, he was gentle. He pounded into her until she felt broken. He
fucked her as if she were glass.
    Her skin buzzed with electricity. Her
nipples scraped against the knots on the rug. Tension began to
pulse in her core to the beat of Donovan's thrusts. She reached
between her legs and tweaked her clit. He slipped his hand beneath
hers and took over.
    "Come for me, baby. Let it
go."
    She was so close, her whole lower body
alive and on fire. His thumb teased her. His words, too. His cock
brought her to the edge, but she wanted him to be the one to lose
control.
    And so she pushed up onto her hands and
used her hips to make it happen, grinding against him in a tight
figure eight and stealing his breath along with his upper
hand.
    "Lord, woman." He grunted as he thrust,
both hands now on her hips, his fingers digging in and bruising
her. "You're not playing fair."
    For a moment, that stopped her. She'd
thought the same so many times when her ex had used sex to get his
way. But that wasn't what was happening here. If she was using
Donovan True for anything, it was only this.
    She wasn't hurting him, or mocking him.
And as much as she was taking from him, he was taking from her the
same. They were equals, each at the mercy of the other. This wasn't
a game. It was pleasure, and wanting him to get his didn't have to
be fair.
    Smiling discreetly, she savored the
power she wielded, rocking into him until his will vanished and his
cock became the center of his world. Nothing else mattered but his
body and hers, his strokes and her matching thrusts.
    It couldn't last, this frenzy. They
were both wild with need, each focused on the other. Neither one of
them, she knew, wanted to burst until the other had done so. But it
didn't happen that way, it couldn't have.
    They came together, his first ragged
exhalation and sharply whispered, "Fuck," setting her off like
tinder.
    She burst, sensation slamming into her
and nearly taking her off the floor. She tossed back her head,
cried out, shuddered as Donovan banged into her, furious and primal
and all too soon spent.
    He pulled free and dropped to his hands
beside her, looking over, his expression one of sated exhaustion,
but one questioning what it was they'd just done.
    She couldn't give him an answer. She
was asking herself the same thing.

Chapter Seven
     
    When Lise finally woke the next
morning, reality wasted no time slapping fantasy down to size. She
didn't mind so much that she'd overslept and missed breakfast, even
though she was starving, but her car keys were nowhere to be found,
and no one answered at The Swamp Pit when she called.
    If she left Donovan's room to hunt them
down, she had no way back in, meaning she had to gather her
belongings, triple check nothing was forgotten, and store
everything across the hall until she could get into her
SUV.
    Most likely Donovan had picked up her
key ring with his by mistake when he'd left her alone this morning.
He hadn't written her a note saying so, but she assumed she'd find
him at the restaurant. He could've been outside when she called and
not heard the phone. Or with a delivery driver. Or on the other
line.
    Honestly, she didn't remember if she'd
dropped the keys into her purse last night or not. And that wasn't
like her. Nothing about this trip had been like her, but then she'd
never run from an ex before. And on the