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Then she heard the tear of foil and her excitement notched up.
    Before she dared complain, he positioned himself between her legs and his cock pressed against her opening. She pulled his head to her and landed a searing kiss on his lips as he pushed inside.
    Then she had to hold on for dear life. Slowly she stretched until she was sure she wouldn’t be able to take anymore, but then he pushed even deeper and Samantha gasped. He held still.
    “Open your eyes, baby.”
    She obliged unwillingly.
    “I didn’t hurt you?”
    She shook her head and he smiled. “Great.”
    Then he rammed into her and her world stuttered on its axis. Repeatedly he slammed into her, until she met him more than halfway, willing the raging inferno inside her to explode. The muscles in his neck strained and his shoulders bunched with his weight. Her pussy pulsed, then contracted and the sensation launched her mind into outer space. Liquid streamed from her pussy as she squeezed and released his thrusting cock. She clamped her legs around his hips and pushed him even deeper, feeling his tip touch her cervix. He drove into her a final time and a hoarse cry escaped before he collapsed on top of her.
    She buried her hands in his hair and held on while the world stopped spinning. While her breathing returned to a semblance of normal. When he edged off her, she held him back.
    “I’ll crush you.”
    “Not yet. Give it another few minutes.”
    She ran her hands along his back, lined with muscle and sweat. His damp hair tickled her naked shoulder and his erection slowly melted inside her. She clamped the muscles in her pussy and he groaned.
    “Damn, woman, I’m young, not a machine.”
    She giggled and he rolled off to the side to dispose of the condom. When he turned to her, he gathered her in his arms and pulled her against him. He yawned as he pulled the covers over them.
    “We’ll get up a bit later,” he mumbled before his breathing evened out.

Chapter Eight
    Samantha gently pushed his arm from her hip and crawled out from under the covers. She held her breath, but he didn’t stir. Brent lay as he’d fallen asleep, on his side with his one arm propped under the pillow. With those beautiful blue eyes closed, she noticed the pronounced dark circles surrounding them. Lines edged the side of his mouth and even through his body remained in the same position, he often moved the injured leg.
    With a final glance at the restless man, she gathered her clothes and tiptoed to the bathroom. She hastily donned her clothes and bent over the basin to rinse her face.
    Straightening, she gaped. The face in the mirror belonged to some wanton witch, not a prudish attorney. The look in her brown eyes had softened and resembled melted chocolate rather than the polished pebbles she was used to, the color in her cheeks exceeded the performance of the best blusher she knew and her hair looked like she’d been dragged backside-first through a thorny bush.
    She sagged onto the edge of the bathtub and dropped her face in her hands. What had she done? How could she face him after he’d overridden her protests with such ease? Her face heated. To be honest, he hadn’t overridden anything. He’d asked and she’d practically flung herself at him. Despite her protests of being able to handle her own physical responses, she’d failed miserably at the first hurdle. She hadn’t even had the sense to object because of his injury. She’d thought of her own lusty needs and forgotten about everything else… including her client.
    With a muffled curse, she hung the towel on the hook. She opened the door a crack, but Brent still slept soundly and she snuck out of the room. Despite the size of the house, she found the kitchen with ease. She rinsed and filled the kettle before she hunted through the cupboards for a cup and some instant coffee. What she found was a well-stocked pantry and freezer full of delectable snacks. When was the last proper meal she’d had?
    Soon she had