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do.”
    “You need to get dressed.” Mac’s voice, low and rough, made her shiver and tremble all at once. Her head wasn’t where it should be; she couldn’t quite focus properly. He moved away, but came back moments later and dressed her. She tried to help but her arms and legs refused to cooperate.
    Mac pushed her feet into her shoes and pulled her up and out of the studio. The timing didn’t seem right. She couldn’t remember most of the job, didn’t remember it ending at all, had no idea whether it was a success or a failure. Her recollection didn’t improve as they walked but reality intruded relentlessly. She and Mac, separated by her screwed up head. Shame joined arousal, and together, they drummed a rhythm she couldn’t break, an over-and-over again cycle that held tight and wouldn’t let her go.
    “I’m sorry,” she murmured. His grip on her biceps tightened and relaxed, but he didn’t say anything.
    The high-rise office building’s lobby was deserted. Rain sluiced down the big windows that formed the front. She balked. “I didn’t bring an umbrella.”
    Shedding his coat, he draped it over her head and around her shoulders and guided her into the deluge.
    “You’ll get sick.” Wet, icy fingers snuck beneath the makeshift umbrella, stinging her cheeks. Mac ignored her protest and hurried her to the parking garage half a block down the street.
    They ducked out of the rain and he escorted her to his car, guiding her into the passenger seat. Water dripped from his nose, splashing on her lips. “We’ll get your car later.”
    Amy licked her lips dry and worried her thumbnail. He let himself behind the wheel. Now that his focus had been redirected and wasn’t aimed entirely at her, her head started to clear. The rain had also helped, rinsing her clean mentally, even as it destroyed her makeup.
    His shirt was soaked through. Wet and transparent, it clung to his skin. She wanted to touch him—every cell ached for some contact, something to bring her away from the edge of shattering. Bringing him into the studio was a tremendous mistake. Mac as an audience was supposed to arouse him , not open a floodgate of raw desire in herself . Being watched by him, though…the instant she recognized the outline of his erection, she lost herself. He wanted her.
    He turned on the radio. The public radio newscaster’s world news commentary filled the void between them. She wet her lips. “Mac?”
    For a moment, he didn’t answer. Amy glanced sidelong to find him watching her. When their eyes met, he grunted. “What?”
    “You’re hard.”
    “Not anymore, I’m not.”
    That was a lie. She could see the outline of his erection, thick behind his zipper. Heart thudding against her ribs, she said, “I want to…um…Mac?”
    “ What ?” He lashed out and grabbed a fistful of her damp hair, pulling hard enough to sting as he forced her eyes to his. “You want what, Amy? Me to drag you over here and push your mouth down on my cock? Me to hold your hair and force you to take every last fucking inch? Because that’s what I want to do right now and it’s not fucking right.”
    “Yes! I want you to do that .” Amy scrabbled for her seatbelt, trying to free herself. Every nerve in her body sparked and strained for him. “Mac, please .”
    “Damn it. Amy. Fuck.” His grip on her hair tightened. The seatbelt retracted with a hiss and a thud and Mac yanked her across the space between the seats. She squeezed onto the floorboard on her knees, thighs pressed together against the throbbing ache of arousal. With his free hand, Mac tore open his pants and palmed his cock. Amy was waiting for him, her lips parted and eager. The familiar flavor of his precum exploded on her taste buds. She wedged her shoulder beneath the steering wheel and Mac thrust up into her mouth, brutal and unapologetic. Amy didn’t have time to linger over remembering his shape. The flared head thumped the back of her throat. She inhaled