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of places he hadn’t even seen, and the thought, among others, kept him up nights.
    She stopped him, however, when he tried to remove her shirt, and he realized she was worried about the trailer. “I locked the door.”
    “I know. Still.”
    “No one’s going to come in.”
    “Still.”
    He made a show of sighing heavily and pulling the V-neck away from her chest to peek inside, making her laugh. “Show me yours,” she ordered, sliding her hands beneath the black T-shirt he was wearing and pushing it up to reveal his tight chest and abs. He was fit, but he wasn’t bulky. He had strong hands and arms, no flab. He clutched her hair when she ducked her head to lick the line dividing his pectorals, tongue circling his nipples, kissing him right over the spot where his heart was supposed to be. His dick had been waiting for this moment for two and a half days, and didn’t want to wait much longer.
    “That enough foreplay?” he asked, lowering his shirt and undoing the button at the top of her jeans.
    She laughed again and he liked the sound, liked it even better when she made a different sound when he slipped his hand inside her pants and covered her over her panties, pressing against her folds hard enough to penetrate a little bit. He kissed her mouth, kissed her neck, even dipped his head to find her nipples through her shirt and bra, biting them harder than necessary as punishment for refusing to show him.
    She pushed his face away and admonished him not to ruin her shirt, even as he felt her grow wetter and wetter on the fingers he now plunged ruthlessly inside her. “Do you have…?” Her voice trailed off as he fished the condom out of his back pocket and dropped it on the desk.
    “Did the Hardy boys teach you that? To come prepared?”
    “No,” he said, tugging off her sneakers and dropping them on the floor before helping her out of her jeans and panties. “You did.” He freed his straining cock and she dealt with the condom wrapper as he pushed her knees wide to look at the only part of her she’d let him see. She squirmed uncomfortably after a second and he shot her a look that said he was in charge—she rolled her eyes—and dropped to his knees to drag his tongue through her wet slit and tug on her clit with his teeth.
    Her eyes rolled now for another reason, and after a minute he stood and sheathed himself with the condom, unable to wait another second. That’s how he always seemed to feel around her. Couldn’t wait to kiss her. Couldn’t wait to see her breasts. Had to taste her pussy. Had to be inside her.
    Olivia braced her hands on the desk and looked him in the eye as he fit the head of his cock to her and pushed. She was really fucking tight. He’d expected it, given the look on her face the other night when he’d tried to penetrate her with three fingers, but this was brutal. He didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to hurt her. Didn’t want to stop.
    He fisted one hand in her hair like he’d fantasized about doing, and pulled her up to kiss him, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her while he nudged his way inside, and she gasped and writhed and worked to accommodate him, yanking her head away to suck in air when he was buried to the hilt. “You okay?” he asked, instantly regretting it. Please don’t say fine. Please don’t say fine.
    Her head had dropped back and her eyes were on the ceiling. “Yes.”
    Well. Better than nothing. “You need anything special?”
    Her head came up and her lips curved. “You’re special.”
    “Knock it off.”
    She smiled, showing too many teeth. “Make me.”
    He gripped her hips, pulled out and shoved back in, too hard. Her breath hitched and she winced, and he kissed the corner of her mouth. “I’m sorry.”
    “Do it again.”
    So he did. She held onto the desk and later onto his shoulders, and he held her hips and pounded into her with all the zealousness of a man possessed, and none of the finesse she’d probably gotten