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face-to-face.
    She gasped and grabbed at his shoulders as he took her mouth again. As soon as his lips found hers, Bridget forgot about being suspended off the ground, only the door behind her and Micah’s hands holding her up. She was drowning in the kiss, in the feel of his hands massaging the cheeks of her ass.
    Wrapping her legs around his waist, Bridget tipped her head back, breaking the kiss so she could gasp for breath. Undeterred, Micah nipped and licked his way down her neck. She shuddered and tightened her legs, grinding against his stomach in an attempt to assuage the empty ache of her pussy. It only made her need worse. Bridget knew she wouldn’t be satisfied until his cock was buried deep within her.
    The thought tore a needy sob from her throat just as Micah closed his teeth on her shoulder. Even through the fabric of her blouse, the pinch of the bite made her frantic.
    Closing her fingers around a handful of his hair, she yanked his head up and kissed him hard. He snarled beneath her mouth and took over the kiss, giving her lower lip a sharp, retaliatory nip.
    Bridget made a small sound as her legs and arms tightened around him, loving the roughness. A small part of her brain was amazed at how she was acting, that she was actually dying to be fucked against the wall outside a bar.
    One of Micah’s hands released her ass and she whimpered in protest. Sliding his fingers up her leg, he burrowed beneath her skirt. She cursed the pantyhose that separated his touch from her skin. As if reading her mind, Micah closed his fist and ripped the delicate nylon fabric at her crotch.
    Pressing into the kiss, Bridget sucked on his tongue as Micah’s hand dipped beneath the cotton of her panties, between her legs, back between her ass cheeks. She desperately wished she’d worn a thong—not that she’d ever worn a thong in her entire life—and then any thoughts dissolved in a rush of pleasure as his fingertips found the crevice between her cheeks.
    She gasped against his mouth as he brushed her puckered rear entrance, her cheeks clenching, but whether that was an effort to keep him out or hold his hand right where it was, Bridget didn’t know.
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    Katie Allen
    His fingers were moving, slipping across wetness to her pussy. Bridget yanked her mouth away from his, unable to stand the double assault of pleasure. She pressed her face into his neck, breathing the hot, damp scent of him, all her senses focused on the marauding fingers between her legs.
    With her legs tangled around his waist, Bridget was completely open to his explorations. Micah traced around her pussy, flicking her clit with a fingertip and making her jerk against him. When she heard his breathless chuckle, Bridget nipped his neck in retaliation, desperate for the teasing to end.
    It was his turn to jolt and his laughter turned to a growl as he buried two fingers inside her. His fingers were thick and she was tight, but Bridget’s moan was not from pain. The intruding digits stretched her, filled her, made her hungry for his cock.
    “Kiss me,” he ordered, his voice almost unrecognizable. She obeyed eagerly, turning blindly to find his mouth. His tongue imitated his fingers as they retreated and thrust, deeper and deeper each time. Her cries were muffled by his mouth, for which she was grateful—Bridget didn’t think she could be quiet if her life depended on it.
    When the door fell away, Micah pulled his hand free of her body and caught her to him before Bridget even realized she was falling backward.
    “Sorry!” the man who’d pulled the door open told them, even as he smirked.
    Bridget realized how it must look with Micah holding her to his chest, one hand up her skirt and her legs wrapped around his waist. She unwrapped her legs and wiggled against him. He let her down, his hands slipping reluctantly away, although he kept her close enough that she could feel the heat of him.
    “Sorry,” the door-opening man said again. “Carry on.” He let