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open and quickly took in her surroundings. “Wha—”
    He could see her confusion so he quickly tried to fill in any blanks. “We came back to my house last night. Do you remember?” She quickly nodded, and he continued. “You were upset about something and didn’t want to be left alone. So I slept in here with you. Nothing happened, I promise; you were drunk. We just slept.”
    She nodded slowly, then glanced down to their lower bodies, still fused together. He began to push off her, but her thighs tightened around his hips, holding him in place. “I’m not drunk now,” she whispered breathlessly.
    He groaned and allowed his hips to relax into her, the feel of her sex teasing him from beneath those damn nude panties. “I know.” He searched her eyes, still not sure who the hell was staring back at him. This was not the uptight Kara he’d been around countless times before. This woman… She was indescribable. “Are you sure?”
    Kara remained silent as her tongue skated out to lick her top lip, then pull the bottom one between her teeth. She kept her eyes locked on his, then grabbed the hem of the white T-shirt she wore and pulled it up and over her head. “Yes, I’m positive,” she said as she tossed it to the floor.
    William’s gaze immediately shifted to her bare breasts. He exhaled sharply when her pink nipples hardened into tight peaks, pleading for his attention. He lowered his head and pulled one perfect breast into his mouth, laving it with his tongue as he moaned against her smooth skin. He heard a cry escape her lips as she arched her back, the move pushing her chest further into him. He released her breast and turned his attention to the other, worshipping it in the same way he had the first. Her pussy continued to push against him, grinding from side to side, begging him to release his dick and bury himself inside her. He looked into her eyes, fully aware of the lust she must see on his face. “What are we doing?”
    KARA HAD NO idea how to answer his question. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing; all she knew for certain was she needed him, and she’d think of what that meant later. “We’re being two grown-ass adults who want to fuck. Unless…you don’t want to?”
    “Jesus, Kara. Seriously?” He pushed his hard-on into her sex. “Does it feel like I don’t want to?”
    “Then do it,” Kara challenged. Why was he stalling? “What is the problem? I’m here, beneath you and practically naked, begging you to screw me. The William I know fucked a girl in the bathroom at that concert we all went to a few months ago, remember? So just fucking do it already!”
    Before she could goad him any further, he quickly flipped her onto her stomach, then slid his arm beneath her and pulled her up onto all fours. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked as he raked his hands down her back. She squirmed on the bed, her hips shimmying back and forth in front of him. She yelped in surprise as his teeth bit into her ass cheek, hard. “I asked you a question.”
    “Yes, this is what I want. Please, William.” She gasped when she felt his long fingers tighten around the straps of her thong. He quickly yanked them down until they rested just above her knees. She looked over her shoulder as he hurriedly pushed his pants down. His cock sprang back up, beautiful and thick, and she desperately needed it inside her.
    “You are such a fucking pain in my ass,” he muttered as he leaned over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
    Kara nodded in agreement. She knew she was a bitch to him, and truthfully, she did it on purpose. When he’d realized she owned the bar he so carelessly insulted, he’d quickly tried to backtrack. She didn’t need anyone’s sympathy, especially his. She’d take his dick, though, with pleasure.
    “Do you have any idea what you do to me? You show up all the time looking so damn sexy, then get in your little snide digs at me, so it’s easy for me to detest