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hunger had
risen in her, a hunger only his cock would be able to satiate. A
hunger that was mirrored in his eyes.
    His fingers disappeared, and she almost
cried a protest before she remembered he was most probably undoing
his pants. For that, he’d need his hands. Yes, she would be pa—
    Ah.
    His thick length filled her. Good, so good.
She sobbed at the fullness, at the familiar feel of him stretching
her, at the sense of completion and rightness washing over her.
Home, wherever he was.
    He lifted her, his hands beneath her thighs,
and she slid down the last few inches. Even better. Her pussy
contracted around him, and he groaned. She buried her face in his
neck, just as he was buried to the hilt in her. She loved taking
all six inches of him.
    “Hold on,” he said, planting a kiss on her
head.
    He strode to the small kitchen table at the
side, which thankfully, she’d cleared as the noodles and the sauce
cooked. He laid her down on the flat surface, and before long, he
was pounding into her, his rhythm hard and fast. Exactly what she
needed.
    Yes, yes! More.
    She was unaware she’d voiced out her demand
until Derek chuckled, though the look of utter concentration on his
face never wavered. He merely stepped up his rhythm, and the slap
of their lower bodies gave her clit the pressure she wanted. She
moaned, feeling the tension spiral.
    Through her rising pleasure, she was aware
of his driving need—his need to possess, to mark, to claim her as
his. The bite of his fingers into her hips where he gripped her.
The powerful plunge of his cock into her. The compelling demand in
his gaze as their eyes locked. She couldn’t look away, could only
return his stare as she absorbed the full force of his thrusts. She
opened her legs wider, accepting all that he had to give. His face
contorted, his hips moved faster, and she knew when his rhythm
broke, when he lost control and his thrusts became wild and
frantic. He was near, and so was she…reaching…straining…for the
incipient pleasure that was just out of reach…
    Her climax crashed down on her in
reverberating waves of ecstasy. She’d never come this hard before,
nor was the pleasure this intense, this mind-blowing. She screamed
as Derek continued to plow into her, his thrusts sending her ever
higher. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he jetted
his seed into her and wrung another cry from her.
    When she floated back to earth, it was to
find that she was boneless. Pleasure and languor had invaded every
pore and she couldn’t move, didn’t want to move, despite the hard
surface beneath her back. Derek had collapsed on her, but supported
himself with arms planted on either side of her so he didn’t crush
her. Her legs were still clasped around his waist, and she made a
half-hearted contraction with her pussy muscles, drawing a weak
chuckle from him.
    “Still hungry?” He raised his head a little,
enough to claim her mouth. His kiss this time was soft and gentle,
yet full of promise. When their kiss concluded, he smiled down at
her, his eyes shining with a light she’d never seen before. She
realized then that his eyes had always contained shadows, but which
were now gone. Forever, she hoped.
    “I love—” he started to say, but a
disappointed voice from the kitchen doorway interrupted him.
    “You started the party without us.”
    Carly turned her head and saw four Fortune
men ogling her—what part of her they could see, with Derek covering
her vital parts—with unabashed amusement, Adam still fully naked.
Had he even left the room while she and Derek were making love?
    She released a startled shriek and tried to
make herself smaller, hiding behind Derek. What kind of men were
they that they’d barged in like this—
    Adam was nodding. “A screamer. I like that.
I like that very much.”
    “When we heard the scream, we thought
something was wrong,” Matthias said, amusement evident in his
voice.
    “And it turned out something was,”