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moved deeper inside her. 
                  Cass felt the tension building in her.  How was it possible that he could make her so hot so quickly?  Feeling her body stretch to accommodate him, to take the hard length of his cock penetrating her, it was all she could do to draw breath.  Every fraction of an inch that he moved inside her was a maelstrom of pleasure.  It was as if their bodies had been made to fit perfectly together.  When he was fully seated inside her, her knees splayed wide and pinned by his strong hands, his upper body pressing hers to the cool tile behind her, she began to clench her muscles rhythmically.  With deliberate flexing of the walls of her sex, she massaged his cock, pulling him deeper, squeezing him tightly and then letting go, only to claim him once again.  Her own body responded with equal ardor.  Her clit throbbed where there bodies joined together.   She was hovering on the brink. 
                  “Christ,” he said, “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing, but I’ve never felt anything like it!”
                  “Oh, I’ve got skills you’ve never even dreamed of,” she said. 
                  Pushed to the limit of what he could endure, Reed took over.  He began to thrust his hips, his cock pistoning into her.  Again and again, he thrust into her wet sheath, their bodies slapping together until they were both gasping.  Cass’ nails sank into his shoulders, that bite of pain sparking a primitive response in him.  He slammed into her harder, fusing his lips to hers as she shuddered around him.  The fluttering walls of her pussy around his cock drove him over the edge, and he erupted inside her, spilling himself deep into her welcoming heat. 
                  By the time they managed to climb out of the shower, they were both clean, but the water had long since grown cold.  Reed glanced at the bed, covered in floral damask.  It would be the girliest bed he’d ever slept in by far, assuming he was invited to stay.  Tugging Cass into his arms, he kissed her.  It wasn’t a hungry kiss, but there was still heat to it.  “Am I staying or going?” he asked. 
                  “What do you want to do?” she asked.  She didn’t want to come off as needy, even though she desperately wanted him to stay.  The idea of sleeping in his arms, of waking up next to him, appealed to her far more than it should have. 
                  Wanting to keep it light, he asked thoughtfully, “Do you have bacon?”
                  Cass rolled her eyes heavenward, “That is the deciding factor in whether or not you spend the night.... not if we’re going to have sex again, or if it will too intimate, but do I have bacon?”
                  Reed shrugged.  “We’ve been buck ass naked together, and I’ve been balls deep inside you.  How the hell can sleeping be any more intimate than that?  Besides, breakfast,” he said, tugging back the covers and climbing between the pink sheets, “Is the most important meal of the day.  A man’s got to keep up his strength when tangling with a demanding hellcat like you.”
                  Cass looked at him, dark and swarthy and impossibly male, as he reclined on her pink sheets.  His dark hair appeared inky black against the floral pillows.  He was simply the hottest thing she’d ever seen.  “Fine, I have bacon.  But you’re cooking.”
                  Reed laughed, “Maybe we’ll go out for breakfast.”
                  Panic caused her breath to seize in her lungs, “No!  We can’t.”
                  “What the hell is the matter, Cass?”
                  Cass pulled back the sheets and slid naked into bed beside him.  “If we go out to breakfast, you idiot, people will assume we spent the night together.”
                  “Which