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are you doing?” His tone was casual, but his shoulders tensed as he stepped away from the suitcase.
    “I like force,” she continued playfully. “If it’s used properly.” She slid the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as she began working on the front of her bra, her own excitement building so fast it made her head swim.
    Damn . She was going to have to be careful or she was going to get in way over her head.
    She parted the bra, baring her breasts to Blake’s hungry gaze. “I like to be forcibly restrained, for example.”
    “Erin,” he said, her name a warning. “Stop.”
    “I like to be forced over a man’s knee and spanked.” Her hands shook as she worked the button and zipper on her skirt, fresh heat rushing onto her panties as she moved. Just thinking about being turned over Blake’s knee, feeling his strong hands reddening her ass, his fingers slipping between her legs to see how wet his punishment had made her, made her entire body ache.
    “I’ll tell you one more time,” he rumbled. “Stop. Or there will be consequences for disobeying me.”
    Wow. He’d whipped out the silky Dom voice, so deep and commanding, promising retribution. It was nearly enough to make her come without him laying a finger on her.
    “I like to feel a hand fisting in my hair,” she continued in a breathy voice, not bothering to hide her arousal, “forcing my head back as I get fucked from—”
    He moved so quickly that, afterward, Erin didn’t remember seeing him close the distance between them. He was simply across the room one minute and slamming her into the wall the next, every inch of his hard body pressed tightly against hers, his lips claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss that made her bones melt.
    Oh. Hell. Yeah.
    Looked like they wouldn’t be making it to the bed after all, but Erin wasn’t going to complain. This was exactly the way she wanted the night to end. In Blake’s arms, getting ready for a second helping of the kind of pleasure she knew she’d never get enough of.
    But you will get enough.
    And then you’ll get the hell away from him and get your life back on track.
    The voice of reason. What a pale, sad little thing it was when a man like Blake was slipping his hand between her legs, shoving his fingers up and inside where she was already desperate for him to be.

CHAPTER FIVE
Blake
    Blake’s tongue pushed inside Erin’s mouth, demanding entrance, claiming her with firm strokes of his tongue against hers while his fingers teased in and out of her pussy. She tasted as amazing as she always had, like summer wind and the ocean they’d dreamed of seeing together and something all Erin that made him feel the kiss with his entire self—body and soul.
    Kissing Erin was nearly as intimate as fucking her. She communicated things with those lips, teeth, and tongue that were beyond words. Mating his mouth with hers had always felt like they were rubbing souls, sharing dreams, devouring a little piece of each other with every press of their lips. In the old days, all the things they were too young or afraid to tell each other aloud had been said in those hours spent making out in the backseat of his Impala.
    Just kissing, not taking things much further, neither of them willing to risk that the perfection of those stolen moments would be destroyed by going too far too fast.
    “Blake.” She moaned his name into his mouth, her desire clear. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, silently imploring him to get closer and shove something more serious than his fingers between her legs.
    “Do you want me to fuck you again, Erin?” he asked, moving his thumb to her clit as his fingers continued to drive inside her molten heat with slow, even strokes.
    “Do you have to ask?” She hooked one leg around his hips, granting him better access to her pussy.
    “No.” He slipped a third finger inside her, drawing another moan from the woman in his arms. The sound vibrated against his lips,