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was.
    He slipped beneath the band and touched her again. Skin to skin. And fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
    She was dripping wet. Slick. Scalding.
    He scraped over her clit, circled it, rubbed. She stiffened. Saliva pooled in her mouth. He drank it in, relishing in the taste of her mindless desire. For him.
    If he wasn’t mistaken—and he didn’t think he was—she’d come. Just then. To a tiny touch.
    Holy. Fuck.
    Insanity raged.
    Need raged.
    Pounding passion, a mindless urge possessed him.
    He flipped her over and yanked down her panties, so she stood before him, bared to him, bent over the table, legs splayed as far as her pooling jeans would allow. Without a word, he unzipped his jeans, yanked out his cock, and thrust it home.
    He nearly came when she clenched around him. Delight stabbed his every nerve as he sank into her welcoming cunt. She was everything—everything—he’d ever craved. Tight and slick and warm and so fucking wonderful.
    “Kristi. God.”
    She made a sound in response, but his brain couldn’t make sense of it. So he just said her name, again and again, in tandem with every thrust. She pushed back against him, arching into his lunges, growling and snarling and sobbing in turn.
    He felt her tension rise. It took him with it, ratcheting him higher and higher. His balls tightened into hard little nuts, his cock swelled, dripped with anticipation of the coming storm. His manic plunges became shorter, harder, deeper.
    She warbled a moan and came around him, shuddered around him, sending new shards of mind-blowing pleasure skating up his spine. Her weeping sheath sucked at his sanity with each and every stroke.
    In some corner of his mind, he heard a door open, wafting voices, laughter. And then clomping footsteps overhead.
    Panic rose.
    Kristi heard it too. She glanced back at him, her eyes wide. “C-Cam!” she whispered.
    “Hush. Hush.” He was too close to stop now. Too close to an all-consuming rapture. The thought of stopping made the savage beast within him rise up and howl.  
    He tightened his hold on her luxuriant hips, loving the way his fingers sank deep. He yanked her toward him, held her still and pummeled her. The sight of his cock disappearing again and again, sliding between those amazing ass cheeks put him over the edge.
    Well, that, and her orgasm. Different than the first she’d had, this one was stronger. A powerful demand for his cum that could not be denied.
    Her entire body quaked. A 9.6 on the Richter scale followed by a series of delirious aftershocks. She buried her face in her arm and bellowed. The sound was muffled, but perhaps not muffled enough. Cam didn’t bother to worry that anyone upstairs heard. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything but swamping her, filling her, flooding her.
    And it came. He came.
    Hot, scorching, delicious release. Sweet relief, twined with the most powerful bliss he’d ever known.
    Because he was in her.
    In Kristi.
    The way he’d ached to be.
    Finally.
    And she’d been magnificent.

Chapter Three
    Kristi had no time to recover. Her heart was still pounding, rivulets of pleasure still cascading through her when the door at the top of the stairs opened and Lane hollered down, “Cam? You there?”
    “Y-yes.” His voice was wobbly, broken, as though he’d worn it out, growling and muttering and pleading with her in his passion.  
    But his brain had snapped back into gear, thank God. For, as she would have lain there, sprawled nearly naked on the pool table, a quivering pile of mush, he somehow knew Lane would be coming down the stairs.  
    As those ominous footsteps descended, Cam yanked up her jeans and helped her to her feet to fasten them—though she had to lean against the pool table for support because something seemed to be wrong with her knees—and then he yanked up his own. He collected their discarded clothes, tossed over her shirt and tugged on his.  
    As she stood there, dumbfounded, fumbling with her blouse, he