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had been wrenched from his gut, as he slipped one finger, then another into her sizzling, soaked core.
    “So wet for me,” he said against her ear. “Is it all for me, sugah?”
    “Yes,” she hissed, unable to make more sounds, and failing miserably to stop the rush of heat coursing through her. She knew what would put out the fire crackling across her skin—his mouth. In and out his fingers thrust as her hips rocked in rhythm with his hand, but goodness, it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. Long and thick, his fingers touched her core, making her pussy tremble, but she wanted more.
    “More,” she croaked. Damn, she couldn’t get her mouth to form words, only one syllable at a time.
    “Get in the room,” he ordered, his voice stripped down to the base of his desire. “Hurry.”
    The damn keycard wouldn’t work, and she swore, but then Hal plucked it from her hand. He turned it the other direction and laughed as the light switched to green. Pushing through the door, she swallowed her doubts. She wanted him, pure and simple, and fighting him didn’t make it better. Hell yeah, Hal with the ordinary name, and the heavy Tennessee accent made it all seem sexy in a way few men ever had.
    He snatched her to him and kissed her hard on the lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth, eagerly tasting her. She loved the way he took control. His strong hands lifted her up, and he tossed her lightly on the bed. He slipped out of his jacket and started undoing his tie, but his eyes, they remained locked on her. Hunger had darkened them to a deep sapphire, but the message in them came across loud and clear.
    She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Beneath the designer-label clothing, smooth flesh stretched over hard-as-nails abs. He looked like an advertisement for the Bowflex Gym. She leaned forward and raked her nails across the trail of dark hairs spiraling outward. He shuddered from her touch.
    “Take that thing off,” he said and grabbed a fistful of her hem. “Now, princess, ’cause I ain’t gonna be able to hold back for long.”
    With her feet, she kicked off the heels. They fell to the floor. Coming up to her knees on the king-sized bed, she reached up to her shoulders and untied the tiny bows that kept the spaghetti straps from falling. Why she did what he told her to do, she didn’t know, but the command, the urgency in his voice made her all hot and wet at once. No one had ever dared to command her, or demand anything from her without a serious ass-kicking coming, but Hal made it sound so natural, so damn sexy, she couldn’t help herself.
    She loved it.
    “Damn, you’re fucking beautiful, princess,” he said, unfastening his belt and allowing his slacks to drop down to his ankles. Inky black boxer briefs hugged those hardened thighs. He looked like he rode a bicycle and did squats for breakfast. Not that she gave a damn how he got those thighs, but she knew without a doubt she wanted to ride on them. Just like she rode her scarlet BMW S1000RR—hard and fast. Hell, yeah, they’d support her and those solid abs, they’d be more than able to withstand her thighs as they wrapped around his waist.
    “You like this?” he asked, smirking at her, and he pushed his boxer briefs down and stepped out of them.
    “Fuck me,” she said before her mind had fully processed what she was looking at. He kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, and was at last deliciously naked. Olivia didn’t think she could yank her gaze away from his muscular form and the centralized package standing tall and begging for her mouth. Purple-tipped and solid like a log, Hal’s cock stood rigid against the air-conditioned atmosphere. It bobbed as if bowing to her, and the tiny drip of pre-cum caught her attention.
    “I aim to do just that,” Hal said hoarsely and climbed onto the bed.
    With his lips locked over hers, he snatched the sundress from her body, lifting her with his powerful hands and cradling her in his arms before setting her