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to fight her? What did that even mean?
     
    At his hesitation, she scoffed and turned away. “Fuck it. Never mind.”
     
    Her hair swung as she turned, a fantastic mass of dark, loose, wild waves that cascaded halfway down her back. His hands itched to be buried in that hair, to grab hold of it.
     
    And then he did exactly that. He reached out and took a fistful of her hair, dragging her back until she collided with his chest. She was chick-size, neither tall nor short. He was six-two, and she came up to, say, his chin or so. His body reacted strongly to the contact, his already-hard cock swelling painfully. Before he knew he would do it, he’d thrust his hips against her.
     
    She didn’t react almost at all to his force, but when he leaned down to put his mouth to her ear, he saw that she was smiling. “I’m not gonna knock you around, puss. But I’ll give it to you hard, if that’s what you want.” He bit down on her shoulder—not hard enough to mark her, but hard enough to let her know what he meant. She had elaborate ink across the back of her shoulders, one side to the other, done in oranges and reds: some kind of flowers that looked like they were on fire. “Is that what you want?”
     
    Reaching her arm up to hook over his head, she dug her nails into the back of his neck. “Bring it,” she said quietly, her voice more growl than whisper.
     
    Jesus. What the hell was he getting himself into?
     
    It didn’t matter. With one hand, he yanked up her bra and took hold of a tight knot of nipple, and he shoved the other into her jeans. She was shaved or waxed or whatever, her skin silky smooth and so fucking firm. He had never had a body like this in his hands before.
     
    Her hands dropped and went to her fly. She tore it open, easing his access, and then reached behind her to grab his cock over his jeans, squeezing him hard. He grunted and pushed his fingers inside her, then turned them both and shoved her against the stack of beer cases.
     
    The bottles rattled ominously as they crashed into them. Connor didn’t want to create a chaotic mess back here and have Troy up his ass, so he looked around. Finding a likely spot, he yanked her jeans and underwear down to her knees and picked her up. Finally, he’d surprised her. She gasped and went stiff.
     
    He carried her to the row of deep freezes and dropped her down on the one at the end. She smiled and started to turn to her belly, moving to slide her legs off the end, but he grabbed her bare hip and forced her back to her side. Keeping his hand there to hold her still, he dug a condom out of his kutte, opened his jeans, and got the fucker on.
     
    Then he wrapped an arm around both of her legs, holding them tightly together. Keeping her on her side, he yanked her ass to the very edge of the freezer top and pushed sideways into her eager, bare pussy.
     
    Her back arched sharply as he got deep. “Oh, holy shit! Oh God , yeah! Bring it hard. C’mon!”
     
    He laughed and shook his head—she was something else. “Okay, baby. Okay.” With one arm locked around her knees and the other hand grasping her shoulder, he went hard, pounding into her without preamble, his hips rocking so hard that the freezer shook, one side coming off the ground with every forward thrust.
     
    She was keeping up a constant litany through clenched teeth: “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” over and over, her voice that same breathy growl. She began to push her body toward his, meeting his thrusts in counterpoint. Then she put her hand between her legs and went for her clit with fervor.
     
    “Fuck, yeah,” she gritted. “Come on, come on. I need it harder.”
     
    Holy hell. Before Connor could figure out how to give her more, the storeroom door opened, and he stilled his hips and turned to see. A bar-back, just a kid, stood there staring at them with his pimply face totally slack and his mouth gaping wide.
     
    Pilar surged toward Connor. “Don’t fucking stop!”
     
    Hardly