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kill you.”
    “I’m not going to stop.” He moved against her, his pelvis coming into contact with her clit, sending a spike of pleasure through her.
    “Good,” she said, rocking against him.
    He pulled back, then thrust back into her, hard, the motion hitting all the right places. She’d never had sex like this. Against a wall, unable to wait to get to a bedroom. Unable to wait for her partner’s next thrust, for him to be deep inside her again.
    Every time he moved away from her she wanted to pull him straight back, and every time he plunged back into her she wanted to cry out from the pleasure. She did cry out. A lot.
    He put his hand on the back of her head, closed his fingers into fists, tugging hard, the pain mingling with her pleasure, so much sensation she felt like it was too much to contain inside of her.
    Then he bent down and kissed her neck, his lips warm and soft, followed by a slow scrape of his teeth and the soothing heat from his tongue, just as he thrust back into her. And then the world shattered, her orgasm bursting through her. She dug her nails into his back, his hard muscles tensing beneath her fingertips as he lost himself in his own pleasure.
    Afterward they stood there, panting, bodies slick, her hands shaking.
    “Well,” he said, his breathing fractured, “it’s a damn good thing we have all night.”

Chapter Four
    Caleb Anderson wasn’t bored anymore. Evie, Evie James, had blown his fricking mind.
    He’d been right about one thing—he couldn’t have predicted this. He couldn’t have predicted her. This wasn’t that smooth-practiced seduction. With a strip tease from him, one from her, knowing smiles and smooth movements.
    This had been something raw, something elemental that he hadn’t expected. Or particularly wanted. This went past “pleasant diversion” and into something else entirely.
    But it was only for a night, and they had all night.
    He wondered if he would survive. More to the point, he wondered if his dick would survive.
    He opened his mouth to say something along the lines of let’s take this to the bedroom which was The Line for moments like this, but for some reason, it didn’t come out.
    Because she was there, flushed pink, rumpled and half-naked looking like she’d just walked through a hurricane. And it grabbed his words and pushed them back down like a gale force.
    “Get into the bedroom.” That was what came out instead.
    Her eyes widened, her lips a perfect little O.
    “Did you still want me to call the shots or not?”
    She nodded slowly. “Yes.”
    “Then get your pretty ass into the bedroom. Now.” She took one step forward and he realized she didn’t know where she was going. “Walk in front of me,” he said. “I’ll tell you where to go.” She nodded slowly and pushed her dress back down over her hips, taking slow, unsteady steps down the hall, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. Her hair was completely destroyed in the back, from her head being against the wall. He liked the reminder. As if the buzz in his blood wasn’t enough.
    “End of the hall,” he said.
    She walked on, his own private show. And he didn’t feel the least bit guilty about checking her out. But there was one thing he needed to know.
    She was asking for a very specific game. And he was fine with that. He’d been honest when he’d told her there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do. He was a rich guy with good looks and no particular ambition beyond having fun. That meant he’d had a lot of alcohol, and other things, and he’d had a lot of sex.
    But this was pushing into territory he hadn’t been into. The newness, the novelty, was intoxicating as hell, but it also meant they had to get some shit straight real quick. Simply because there was a trust element involved. And he didn’t stay with one woman long enough to develop that.
    He didn’t know her; she didn’t know him. And this was the kind of game that needed minimal guessing in order to be