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    “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he said in a low voice. “And do it quickly before I lie down next to you and pull you on top of me and do what I want.”
    That sounded like less of a threat than he’d meant it to be.
    “Then do it,” I whispered, meeting his eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Beckett, but how you want to.”
    He stalked around the bed to the nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms. Foil ripped as he tore it open, and my eyes followed his hands as he rolled it over himself. I moved as he lay back on the bed, grabbed his cock, and stared at me.
    “Get here. Back to me. Sit that tight pussy on my cock now.”
    I swung one of my legs over his body so my back was to him and leaned forward with my hands between his legs. I’d barely gotten comfortable when I felt his hand gripping my ass and his cock pushing into me. A sharp sting of pain radiated through my body, but I fought the urge to tense my muscles.
    “Cassie?”
    “It’s been a while,” I whispered.
    Six years, to be exact.
    Little longer than a while.
    He pushed me off him and grabbed my hips, tugging as if to make me spin. I did, straddling him so I was facing him, and reached between us.
    “Your speed,” he whispered, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling my mouth down to his.
    He kissed me hotly as I lowered myself onto his cock, slowly taking each solid inch of him inside me. He groaned when he was fully inside, and I gasped at the way his fingers deeply dug into my ass.
    I moved, still slowly at first, and he still kissed me, still held my ass. I knew he was holding back, so the moment the pain disappeared and I could take him more easily, I nipped his lower lip and pushed him back.
    Just when I thought he didn’t understand, he held my hips and thrust his cock into me. Hard. Each flex of his hips felt so good, and it didn’t take long for a second orgasm to shudder its way through my body, desperately taking hold of me and my sanity as my body flashed hotter and hotter with the force of the pleasure.
    Beckett fucked me harder and faster, whispering about how hot my tight pussy was into my ear, how good it felt around his cock, how turned on he was, until he finally held his cock deep inside me and came with a deep groan that made me shiver with delight.
    His harsh breathing mingled with mine as it skated across my skin. I closed my eyes when he rolled us to the side and pulled out of me. He kissed the corner of my mouth, pulled the sheets over me, and then stood. He disappeared through a door on the other side of the room, but he quickly came back, the condom removed and two towels in his hands.
    He threw me one and used the other for himself. I cleaned up as best I could, the effects of the copious amounts of alcohol consumed and the orgasm quickly taking my body over.
    I stayed awake just long enough for him to take the towel and get into bed. I rolled over, and he pulled me back against him, my body fitting in against his just right before sleep finally won.
     

 
    A deep groan escaped my lips as I stretched out, squeezing my eyes shut as I worked the sleep out of my muscles. My clasped hands collided with a solid headboard, and I froze.
    I didn’t have a solid headboard. I had a soft one.
    I swallowed and opened my eyes, looking up. The headboard was mahogany wood, dark in color, and definitely not the deep purple of my soft one at home. I brushed my hair from my face as I sat up and looked around. The dark-brown sheets that coated the bed were chocolate colored, completely plain, and the bedroom was bigger than possibly any I’d ever seen.
    The furniture was minimal, and the drapes, still closed, were the same brown as the bedding currently swathing my naked body.
    Naked body.
    Why was I—
    Oh no. Oh no .
    I hadn’t. I couldn’t have.
    I could not have left work last night and gone home with my boss.
    I sat up and almost fell right back. A headache like nothing I’d ever felt