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of those words you hear associated with carefree affairs. They were in Sin City, after all.
    Luke rolled them both over so he was on top of her, his mouth fused with hers once more, his hands roaming, knowing exactly where to touch her to make her respond. Not that she wasn’t already on the edge. Being around him, hell he could breathe on her and she’d probably combust. She was that aroused by him.
    She had it that bad.
    Luke couldn’t stop kissing her. He didn’t want to. Hell, he didn’t want her to leave, but she wouldn’t give in. Why not? When had any woman turned him down? Yeah, they’d had a great weekend and he wanted to extend it, but apparently she didn’t agree.
    So he planned on fucking her into oblivion instead.
    Reaching for the bedside table, he plucked a condom from the dwindling pile they’d left there, tearing into the wrapper and withdrawing the little rubber circle. All the while he continued to kiss her, sliding down her body, mapping her skin with his lips. Her neck, her chest, her breasts…they were small but perfect, with the darkest, pinkest nipples he loved to nibble and suck. She was so responsive, her entire body seemed to surge around him, cradling him close as he licked her nipples and pulled them into his mouth.
    He should taste her, one last time. That sweet, slick pussy of hers drove him crazy. He loved how she wrapped her legs around his head. When she’d pull on his hair and buck her hips, grinding against his mouth just before she came. Oh yeah, she went wild when he went down on her and he fucking enjoyed every single minute of it.
    “I want you inside me,” she whispered, knocking him out of his thoughts. “Please, Luke. I need you.”
    Well, when she said it like that…
    “Hold on, baby.” He reared up on his knees and rolled the condom on, his gaze snagging on Andrea laid out beneath him. Her hair was a wild tumble strewn across the pillow, her lips swollen, her skin flushed. Her nipples were hard and wet from his mouth and he could smell her arousal.
    Fuck. He couldn’t get enough of this woman. A weekend with Andrea wasn’t close to taking the edge off.
    He wanted more.
    Without warning he rammed inside her, making her cry out, and she clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her long legs wrapping around his hips. He gripped her ass, holding her to him as he drove inside of her again and again, intent on gaining one more orgasm for the both of them. Wanting to leave her something to remember him by.
    Damn it, he wanted to brand her skin. Wanted to leave evidence that somehow, in the middle of what was supposed to be a casual weekend in Vegas, she’d become his. Only his.
    All his.
    Fucking crazy.
    “You feel so good,” he crooned close to her ear, knowing how much she enjoyed it when he talked to her. “So tight and hot. So fucking wet. All for me, right, baby?”
    “All for you,” she whispered, her voice so soft he almost didn’t hear her.
    “You want more?”
    She pressed her face against his neck, her hips working in tandem with his cock. “Harder, Luke. Please.”
    He gave it to her hard. He gave it to her fast. He’d do whatever it took to make his woman happy, and if she wanted him unleashing his power all over her, then he would. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wanted to leave a mark. A reminder that she belonged to him and no one else.
    Her hands slipped from his shoulders to his back, running down until she gripped his ass, pushing him closer. She acted like she couldn’t get enough of him. Like she wanted him as deep as he could get, and he let her take over, let her work those sexy hips, her ankles digging into the back of his thighs as she fucked him.
    “You close?” he asked, pulling away from her slightly so he could stare down at her.
    She smiled, her gaze dreamy, her cheeks rosy. What a pretty view. One he didn’t think he’d ever tire of. “Yes,” she whispered.
    He glanced down the length of their bodies,