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“I never lie.”
    “God, you’re full of yourself,” she sighed, pushing her head back as he kissed the sensitive skin between her breasts and then pushed her back on the table.
    Connor unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off along with her panties and her boots, revealing her chocolate body to his hungry gaze in all its curvy glory. She thought she should have felt shy, maybe a little awkward, but there was none of that. Instead of shying away, she spread her legs, letting her scent and her obvious arousal be seen clearly.
    “You’re going to be full of me, honey,” he said, smirking like the demon that he was.
    Cassie bit her lower lip, looking at him from under lowered lashes. He shucked off his pants. Connor was the perfect picture of a man she would usually never screw. Arrogant, hard, impossible. A bad boy. She looked at the dark loops of a tattoo that ran up the length of his left arm and spread across his left pec, warping and turning into other tattoos that she couldn’t wait to discover. Only then did she notice the wound that had left a deep graze on his arm before was already almost healed.
    She frowned for a moment, her mind skipping a beat, trying to understand how the hell he could have healed so fast. All of that was brushed aside when he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward him on the table. His eyes burned with need and he licked his narrow, inviting lips, looking like an animal waiting to pounce.
    Her breath caught in her throat, but this time she didn’t mind one bit. When the thick head of his cock pressed against her wet slit, the last little sound of sensibility squeaked something about protection, but it was completely lost under the scream of pleasure as he pushed in for the first time. She was on the pill. Dangerous special operatives weren’t allowed to run around with STDs, right?
    Any kind of rationale that she might have had disappeared as he pulled back a bit and then thrust deeper, splitting her around his width.
    “Fuck,” she whispered, running out of air to scream.
    “I will,” he said, chuckling and leaning closer to her with his arms on either side of her.
    A bead of sweat formed on his forehead and she saw those same hard lines on his face that she’d admired on that damned rooftop, but this time she couldn’t stop looking at them. Slowly but forcefully, he drove into her, making her clutch onto him with her thighs to not slip too far. Her moans were a cacophony of squeals and screams and little purrs as he worked himself deeper and deeper, making her back arch and her nails scratch down his sides and chest.
    He felt so good. Like nothing she’d ever dared imagine, like the kind of men you could only dream about. Like the kind of sex that was only in movies—raw, hard, perfect.
    When he bottomed out in her, she got the most intense feeling of fullness. His heavy balls slapped against her ass as he pulled back and thrust back in again, gritting his teeth. She clung to him desperately. Wanting it. Needing it. Loving it.
    “Damn, you’re tight, honey,” he hissed between clenched teeth, sending butterflies flapping through her like some sort of a deranged hurricane, tightening every one of her muscles. “You feel so good,” he said, that voice of his dropping so low it was barely more than a guttural growl.
    It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and her core tighten and throb. Whimpers spilled from her lips as he rutted into her. He was now starting to pound into her with the hunger of a man left famished for far too long. Cassie hid her head in the crook of his neck, screaming at the top of her lungs as he screwed her like it was the last time either of them were ever going to have sex. And it might as well have been, because Cassie couldn’t possibly imagine that it could be any better than that.
    “Oh my God! Connor!” she wailed, not sure why she was calling for him, but it didn’t matter, either.
    She dug her nails into his firm, muscled