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Cass,” he said with a growl. “Bite
it!”
    That’s
when they stopped having sex and began to rut. They became rough,
more animalistic with their need to be on or inside the other. Time
wore on and their bodies gleaned with sweat and from kisses and
licks. Cass had no idea how long they’d been at it by the time they
both collapsed, exhausted.
    She
curled up into him. “Mmm, this is why I love king-sized
beds...”
    “ And why is that?” he asked, pulling her even closer until her
head rested on his chest.
    “ Neither one of us has to sleep in the wet spot.”
    The echo
in Adam’s chest as he chuckled lulled Cass to sleep.

    Cass
studied her reflection in the mirror. A woman with black eyes
stared back. Her smeared eye makeup made her look like five-cent
hooker after a half-price sale. The way her body ached, Cass felt
like one too. Her pussy and asshole was sore and throbbed like they
had been on the receiving end of a battering ram, which, in a way,
was true. Her neck, throat, and chest made plain what she’d been up
to the night before.
    She ran
her finger softly over one hickey, the one just above her left
collarbone, and it was tender to the touch. It would take
days—weeks—before they would fade away. Not that she minded. She
didn’t want to forget last night any time soon, even though she
doubted she could.
    At least
she had returned the favor and marked him up in a similar fashion.
She all but clawed a roadmap across the poor man’s back.
    She
sighed and shook her head. There was no use denying it. The kid had
mad skills and stamina that threatened to dick-whip her into
submission. If she were the pathetic type, she could see herself
blowing her twenty thousand dollar commission on him; buying him
things, taking him places, showing him off...fucking him
senseless.
    Fortunately, she wasn’t pathetic. It had been years since her
last one-night stand, but she wasn’t going to let herself entertain
thoughts of “What if” and fantasy relationships. She would
catalogue last night with all of the other one nighters...but at
the top of the list.
    She
showered, got dressed, combed her hair, and went back into the room
to pack her clothes from last night into her travel bag. When she
was done, she approached the bed where he lay stretched out on his
side with his head on his upper arm and his face covered by his
hair. She sat on the edge of the bed.
    “ Time to wake up, sleepyhead.”
    Adam
groaned and turned over onto his back. Cass smiled at the ruffled,
crumpled look he had. A beard of dark hair was starting to form in
the shape of a goatee around his mouth already, and Cass suspected
that, despite his baby face, he could grow a beard that added years
to it within a span of a few days. His hair fell into his eyes, but
when they opened wide and focused on the unfamiliar surroundings,
she had to keep from laughing.
    “ What time is it?”
    “ Eleven o’clock. I need to check out in an hour.”
    “ I’m sorry.” He yawned.
    “ I’m not.”
    He
reached up and caressed her cheek. She leaned into the
caress.
    “ You have time for a shower before we go.”

    Check
out was fun. Adam lingered by the doors as Cass went up to settle
the bill. The scoop neck of her T-shirt covered the more vibrant
hickeys on her bosom but not the ones gracing her throat. This
didn’t keep her from smiling brightly at the desk clerk and taking
inward amusement as he tried not to let his eyes linger on her
abused neck.
    Cass
then suggested they have brunch in the hotel bistro and was
gracious when Adam insisted on paying for it.
    As soon
as they stepped out of the hotel, Cass knew it was going to be an
exceptionally warm and humid day for early spring. While waiting
for the valet to return with her rental car, once again Adam showed
no hesitation or awkwardness by putting his arm around her and
letting his hand rest possessively on her ass. She
smiled.
    The car
arrived and they climbed in.
    “ I appreciate the ride,” he