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“You didn’t.”
    “I did. He’d do the same damn thing to me.”
    They stared at each other. Moved toward each other.
    He dropped his gaze to her lips. “You have the sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen.”
    “It’s yours. However you want it.” Her soft fingers circled his wrist. “We’re doing this now?”
    “Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
    Melissa brought his hand to her mouth and sucked on his pinkie. “Does that seem like I’ve changed my mind?”
    “Christ. Give me the key to the room.”
    She took two steps backward and an evil smile curled her lips. “Now…Where did I put that key? It’s on me someplace. Guess you’ll have to pat me down or feel me up to find it.” She disappeared around the corner.
    Wyn followed half a step behind her and he was on her, pushing her up against the door as his mouth crashed down on hers, kissing her with hunger and desperation that seemed totally foreign to him. His hands landed on her hips and he flattened his palms over her abdomen, traveling up her ribcage. Then he cupped her tits, sliding his fingers across the top of the dress and pulling the material away from her skin so he could reach into her cleavage.
    Score . The pad of his finger brushed a metal ring.
    Rather than scooping it out that way, he broke the kiss to bury his face between her breasts. Licking those full swells of flesh, inhaling the scent of her skin, snagging the key ring with his teeth and pulling it out.
    “My, what a talented tongue you have, Super Man-Slut,” she said breathlessly.
    He grinned and the key dropped into his hand. Snaking his left arm around her waist, he yanked her against his body and jammed the key in the lock. The door popped open.
    Once they were inside, he gave the place a cursory look. A single lamp lit the entire room. Three folding chairs were spread out in a semicircle, a low countertop and mirror took up one wall, and a loveseat had been shoved in the corner. Good enough.
    He slammed the door and pressed her against it, fusing his mouth to hers again.
    She tasted sweet. Like juice and wedding cake. He kissed her until he felt drunk just from the pleasure of it. His hands roved over as much of her as possible, but he needed more.
    Wyn ran his hand up her spine until he found the zipper tab at the top of her dress and eased it down to the small of her back.
    Melissa broke the kiss on a gasp. “Thank heaven. Now I can breathe.”
    “Pull the fabric down to your waist,” he murmured against her throat.
    Hooking her fingers into the side panels, she shimmied it down, baring her tits completely. “The bra is built in—”
    Whatever she’d been about to say was lost in a soft moan as he dragged his fingertips over the upper curve of her breast. He locked his gaze to hers. “You want pretty words? Or you want my mouth sucking you here”—he swept his thumb across her nipple—“until I get your pussy wet enough to fuck?”
    “That. Yes. Please.”
    Wyn palmed and caressed her while he feasted on her nipples. When her squirming forced him to release that rigid tip before he was ready, he said, “Hands above your head, gripping the top of the door frame.”
    She complied with barely a whimper of protest.
    His dick was so damn hard it hurt. He didn’t have to drag this out, but that’s partially why he wanted to; she wouldn’t expect it.
    So he sucked and bit and licked her tits, even gifting her with a suck mark on the fleshy outer edge that nearly sent her through the roof.
    His mouth drifted back up to her ear. “Do I fuck you sitting down or standing up? Choose.”
    “Standing up.”
    Wyn pulled a condom out of his pocket, holding it to her mouth with a husky, “Hang on to this for a sec.”
    How fucking sexy was it to see her teeth sinking into the plastic. He undid his suit pants, shoving them and his boxer briefs to his knees. He took the condom from her mouth with his own. Then he ripped the package with his teeth and reached down to roll it