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deep.
    “Do those things to me. Whatever you want, do it.”
    “Cassie…” His rhythm faltered, briefly, then changed. He pounded into her, forcing the air from her lungs.
    “Again. Harder.”
    He slammed inside her again. Pulled out completely, stung her ass with a well-placed smack, then plunged his cock deep into her pussy.
    Every stroke, every heated slap, pushed her closer to the edge. The ridges of corduroy abraded her nipples, teasing them with the taste of friction. She caught them in her hands. Squeezed them until fire spread beneath her fingers. If only he could bite them while he fucked her. Do it all, all at once. Fuck her pussy, fill her ass, bite her nipples, make her burn. Make her come until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. God, she was close, so close—she wanted to come so bad.
    “I want that,” Brian half-growled into her ear.
    She’d said it aloud? Oh god.
    His arm banded her hips. Two fingers slid between her legs, surrounded her clit. Rubbed her hard, pinching and pulling the nub mercilessly while he continued to fuck her with deep, rough strokes.
    “O-oh god yes…” She shattered, inside and out. Her skin sizzled. Blood pounded in her head. Every muscle clenched and spasmed until she lay boneless beneath him, a limp rag doll hanging over the back of the couch.
    She blinked the stars away and found him staring at her. Not quite smiling, but close. “This is the best dream I’ve ever had.”
    He chuckled, his hand stroking sweat-dampened hair from her cheek. “Me too.”
    “I may have to lose my phone at the gym again.”
    His hand curled around her hip. “Only if I’m there to find it.”
    Possessive about her? Wow. “I’d rather not take that chance, and I’d be lost without my phone. How about I just…invite you over?”
    “When?”
    Seven days a week ought to cover it. “Tomorrow?”
    “Can’t. I bounce at Blur every Saturday night.”
    “Right, of course. I was only kidding anyway.” Maybe the darkness would help hide the word liar stamped all over her face with that one. She wiggled free of his body. Months since she’d taken a man to bed, yet two seconds without Brian inside her and she resented the void.
    “Hey…” The hand that’d been on her hip trailed up her body to her chin. With a hint of that enchanting dominance, he tipped her face until she was forced to look him in the eye. “I’d call in if I could. For you, I’m tempted.”
    “Oh.” And wow ten times over. “Well, you could, um, pretend you found my phone when you’re done with work.”
    “It’ll be late. Later than it was tonight.”
    “I don’t care if you wake me up.” A little on the desperate side, but whatever. Too late now.
    “I bet you’re cute when you’re sleeping.”
    Oh, that smile. If she fell in a pool of that smile and drowned, she’d die happy. “Want to go down the hall and find out?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Really? I mean, you don’t have to stay, if that’s too—you know, too much.”
    He caught her lips in a kiss. Soft, warm, lingering—it squashed her insecurities completely and left her breathless when he drew back to look in her eyes.
    “Let’s go to bed.”

Chapter Three
     
    Fucking phone. He should’ve muted it before falling into a sex-induced coma in Cassie’s bed. Now he had to choose between releasing her and letting the insistent caller ruin her opportunity to sleep in. And after last night, he owed her the extra rest.
    He eased his leg out from under hers. She mumbled something incoherent and curled tighter to his chest. So damn cute, the way she resisted his exit from their cozy nest. The ringing ended, only to start up again immediately, for the third time. The person on the other end of that call better have a life-or-death situation.
    He scooped his pants from the floor, waiting until he was clear of her bedroom to pull the cell from his pocket. The screen told him two things. One, it was way too fucking early to be out of bed, especially