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away.
    “What are you doing?” she hissed between her teeth, fearful they might be overheard.
    “Hush.” His tone broached no argument, and she clammed up.
    His fingertips teased over her clit, and she sucked in a shaky breath. Then he pressed it in tight circles, and the world tipped on end. Her legs trembled as she opened wider, needing more. Needing it harder. Needing him to take her right there, yards away from a public pathway.
    “Please,” she whispered between ragged breaths. “I-I….”
    “That’s it, Tippy, enjoy yourself. You’re beautiful when you’re aroused. I can feel how wet you are for me through your panties.”
    The tight circles changed to hard rubs, just what she needed. Her gasps turned to sharp inhales, and Brent’s hand closed over her mouth just as the orgasm hit. She screamed into his palm as the intensity of it washed through her, leaving her limp as a ragdoll.
    “Good girl,” he said, his hot breath brushing by her ear. He turned her around, and kissed her lips. This time a gentle touch, before he pulled away. “I’ve been wanting to do that for the past two weeks.”
    She drifted in dreamy bliss, looking into his smiling face. Her hand slipped down, and, feeling braver, cupped his erection through his shorts. She stroked him, enjoying the way he closed his eyes, and groaned. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Finally, he took her hand, and moved it away.
    “Not now,” he said. “You touch me anymore like this, and I won’t be able to control myself.”
    “Maybe that’s okay with me,” she replied, trying to sound coy and seductive.
    His face darkened, and when he met her eyes, a hot rush shot up her spine. “I play rough, Tippy. This isn’t the time or place for that.”
    Her knees wanted to buckle, and she couldn’t begin to imagine what he meant by rough.
    “Go home,” he said, leaning against the tree, rubbing his hands over his face, before shoving his fingers into his hair.
    “What?” Surely he wouldn’t dismiss her so quickly, after giving her the only guy-induced orgasm she’d ever had.
    “Go home, now.” His stern tone said he expected no argument, but she balked, not wanting to cut their rendezvous short.
    She grappled for something to say, but he spoke first. “Tippy, go home, or else I’ll pull your pants down right here, and spank your ass red. Got it?”
    The threat only added to her mounting frustration. “You’re a jackass, Brent Kingston. A self-absorbed jackass.”
    She spun on her heel, grabbed the now-empty plastic smoothie cup off the ground, and stormed toward the path, determined she’d never see him again. She hated Brent Kingston, and felt humiliated she’d let him take such liberties with her body. And she hated herself, because she felt sure he’d branded her as his.
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    Brent was shocked he’d so nearly lost control, and he was a man who never lost control.
    “Fuck,” he said, tucking his dick down as his hard-on subsided. He heard voices on the walking path, and cursed again under his breath. When sneaking back here, he’d only intended on stealing a kiss, but Tippy tempted him to so much more. If he’d gotten caught his career would be as good as over.
    He jogged out to the path, and picked up a brisk pace, needing to vent energy. What was he going to do with Tippy? A relationship seemed a remote possibility, he wasn’t sure if he wanted one, and he sure as hell didn’t know what Tippy wanted. Part of him, probably the biggest part if he were honest, wanted to be her first. What man wouldn’t want to be the first for a luscious and fiery woman like Tippy? But with that came big complications, and a commitment. A twenty-eight-year-old virgin wouldn’t surrender herself to a casual fling, and he wouldn’t expect her to.
    He growled, running faster. He wasn’t used to denying himself what he wanted. And he wanted Tippy down to his bones. He’d never craved a woman like this. A desire that left him with sleepless